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T28 Only a Fantasy {Titmouse} (FMMM, oral, anal) ------------------------------------------------ WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only A Fantasy by Titmouse (C)1999, All Rights Reserved I'd always wanted to try it, since I'd first heard about it, at least. You know, to have more than one guy at the same time. When my friend Jessie told me about it - she'd seen it in a porno film that she'd watched with her boyfriend - it sent a chill through me. It wasn't fear. It was more like...destiny. Jessie said she couldn't imagine actually doing that. I could, although I didn't say so. But then I've always been, well, sexy. Maybe I wasn't the first girl my age to have sex, for example, but I sure caught up later. At first, like all "good" girls, I waited. It wasn't that I was "saving myself for my husband" or anything stupid like that. It wasn't that I wasn't interested, just cautious. Girls who get started too soon, who are "easy," get a bad reputation, and it's hard to get your reputation back after you've lost it - like your cherry. I was too proud and too determined to be more than that. My mom and dad encouraged me to expect more. So I waited. Until the summer after I graduated from high school, anyway. By that time, I knew I wasn't going to marry Doug, the boy I'd been seeing for more than a year. He was sweet and handsome and a forward on the varsity basketball team, but... Well, he wasn't a threat to take a Nobel Prize, if you know what I mean. I was going off to college, but Doug was "going to work for a year or so first." I didn't say so to him, but I knew what that meant to me. Sayonara, Dougie-Boy. No way, Jose. So I let him. We'd been edging closer and closer to the dirty deed, anyway, and wrestling with the concept both literally and figuratively. So, one night in mid summer - not in the back of his rusty Chevy, I insisted, but at his folk's cabin near Fayette - I let him. The next week, I let him again. And every week thereafter - periods excepted - and sometimes two or three times a week, until I left for college. And several times during Thanksgiving and Christmas vacations that first year. But, by then, I'd met other people at school and made new friends and, I'm a bit shamed to admit, had begun to feel that hometown boyfriends were pretty small town. Doug and I drifted apart, although we didn't officially break up until I didn't come home for Spring Break. I went down to Florida instead, where I got thoroughly plonked by two different boys, although not at the same time. After that, the flood gates were open. When I went back to school, the very night that Doug and I had our last angry telephone conversation, I let a guy pick me up at the Commons and, after taking me out for a burger, slip it to me in a back corner of Shadell Park. That was my first time, but by no means my last, in the back seat of a car. After that, I sort of went wild for a while. I didn't have a steady boyfriend for most of the next year or so. I told my folks it was because I wanted to concentrate on my studies, so they were happy. They would not have been happy to know what I was actually doing, which was letting myself get plonked by nearly every guy who caught my fancy. I got pretty good at it, too. I learned a lot of tricks. I'd given my first blowjob before I left high school (to Doug, as it happens, to quiet his complaints in the months before I finally gave in) but I got really good at it during my wild days. At first, it was a way to keep from going farther. But then I began to like it. It was special and it was very sexy. I even began to like the taste of cum and the way it would stick in my throat for a long time afterwards. I also discovered the pleasures of a good buttfuck. When Jessie explained to me just exactly how the girl in the porno flick had taken on the two guys at the same time, I knew I had to try it. Ass-fucking, I mean. Maybe, in the back of my mind, it was a step toward having two guys at once myself. I know I'd never really considered it before then. Mainly, though, it just sounded exciting, erotic, and downright dirty, which I found very appealing. So, the next time I had my period, instead of blowing the guy I was with, I got him to fuck my ass. It wasn't easy that first time. God, no. I thought he was going to split me in two, and I almost made him (or tried to make him) stop. But then it finally went in. And stopped hurting. And started to feel really good. I came like crazy, which I sure didn't the first time I let Doug in the front door. So I added that to my bag of tricks. It didn't happen as often as blowjobs, maybe, but often enough. It was always difficult, so tight and painful at first that I could hardly stand it. But that was part of the fun. That and the wonderful, overwhelming, fully possessed feeling of a stiff prick up my fundament. I always came when I got a buttful of cock. Except for one time when the guy shot off almost as soon as he got it in. I made him lick and lick and lick me as punishment. So it worked out all right. There was never any question about whether I liked getting licked. My only hesitation was embarrassment, having a guy's face down there where he could look right at the very place I'd been taught to always cover up. But I figured that if a boy's dry, stubby finger felt good down there, his softer, wetter tongue would feel even better. And, boy, was I right! By the time I graduated from college (BA in history, minor in government), I had been screwed in every orifice and position I knew about. I'd been screwed in dorm and hotel rooms and apartments, in cars, trucks and vans, in the woods, at the beach, in a tent, on a blanket, in a closet and even in a vacant classroom. Oh, and in the gazebo behind the Delta Gamma house one very drunk New Year's Eve. But never by more than one at a time. The closest I came to it was in fantasy. Believe it or not, there were times I got myself off with no help from anything but my fingers. More than a few times, actually, especially on lazy Sunday mornings. And my favorite fantasy always involved two guys - sometimes real and sometimes imagined - who took me to bed and shared me, one after the other and then, slowly and languorously, together. But I thought it would always be just a fantasy. After all, how would you ever get in a situation where it was a real possibility? And, even then, how would you ever actually get around to it? Three years after graduation, I was working for a utility company -- I'm not going to say which one - in their government relations department. They offered and I accepted a transfer from one of the divisions in the San Juaquin valley, the heart of farm country, to a smaller division along the central coast of California. It wasn't exactly a promotion, since the pay and title were unchanged, but I would be the only assistant instead of one of a dozen. Plus, I was getting out of the heat, humidity, smog and tulle fog to one of the prettiest parts of California. I was delighted. I finished packing on a Thursday, with the movers due the next afternoon. I didn't have a steady boyfriend at that point, nor anyone I particularly wanted to go out with, so I called up my girlfriend Sandy and we went out for dinner together. Afterward, we moved to the bar. I was a little sad. Sandy had been a good friend and was one of my few regrets about leaving. Her new boyfriend Billy showed up about two drinks into the evening, apparently by accident. With him were three of his buddies whom I'd never met, nor had Sandy. I'll call them Manny, Moe and Jack. Like the other names in this story, they're not their real ones. You don't need to know and I don't need the grief. Anyway, they all sat down with us after we pushed a couple of tables together, and we had another round of drinks. I swear I wasn't planning anything, not even in the remote reaches of the back of my mind. I was just having a good time and a goodbye drink with my friend and her friend and his friends. But after about an hour and a couple of drinks, Sandy whispered that she and Billy wanted to take off if that was okay with me. I said it was fine and declined her offer of a ride home. I wasn't ready to leave just yet and I was thinking about calling a taxi anyway. So Sandy and I exchanged hugs and kisses and promised to write, and they left. Manny, Moe and Jack bought another round of drinks. Somehow, we got to talking about dancing. There was no dancing at the restaurant's bar, which we all agreed was a shame. One of them - Moe, I think - mentioned this country-western bar near the outskirts of town where the house band was really good. And so we all decided to go. On the way, Jack asked if we could stop at his place, which he shared with Manny, so he could change out of his work clothes into something more casual. I was going to wait in the car, but they were all going in and it seemed silly to sit in the car by myself. Five minutes later, Manny and Moe and I were drinking beers and waiting for Jack to finish changing. Manny put some music on, and I was getting into it, swaying back and forth on the stool at the counter. Manny looked at me and smiled and opened his arms. "Come on," he said, "let's dance." I flowed off the stool and into his arms. That was probably an invitation I should have passed on. Or not, depending on your point of view. We danced a fast jitterbug (Manny was pretty good) and a country two-step. Then a slow number came on and we danced that, too. Moe was teasing from the sidelines about being left out, so I danced with him, another slow number. About that time, Jack came out dressed in jeans and a western shirt and insisted that he get a turn. Now I wasn't exactly falling-down drunk, but I sure wasn't sober. I finished my beer and Manny handed me another. Somehow, the lights got dimmer and the three of them were taking turns dancing with me. I decided I didn't care if we ever left. Understand, there were no thoughts about my fantasy at this point. I remember trying to decide which of the three I liked best and concluding that, since I was leaving the next day, it didn't matter. I remember deciding that, if things went right, I might let myself be persuaded by any one of them to have a special farewell celebration. I remember deciding to have another beer. Then, during another slow dance, Moe pulled me into a tight hug, and we were dancing as close as two bodies possibly can, his leg going between mine and rubbing against me accidentally on purpose. He leaned down and brushed his lips against my cheek and, without really thinking, I just turned my head and lifted my chin and found his mouth with my lips. Yum! Moe (I'm pretty sure it was Moe) was a good kisser. I think I remember dimly some cheering in the background from the other two, but at the time I was pretty much focused on Moe's kiss and on his tongue, which slipped between my lips so deliciously. And on his hands, which were cupping my fanny and pulling me into him, and his strong chest, which was crushing my breasts. And on his thigh, which was pushed up between mine and snuggling right up against my pussy, which was, I confess, already damp. Don't get the idea that I was even toying with the idea of taking on the three of them. In the first place, I wasn't thinking that clearly. All I knew was that I was really horny and pretty much convinced that somebody was going to get it tonight - and give it, too. I didn't really care who, to tell you the truth, although Moe had the inside track at the moment. Then Jack cut in and started dancing with me. "Hi," he said. "Remember me?" "Sure," I giggled. "You were wearing a tie before." "That's me," he said, squeezing me to him. "Those were my work clothes. These are my play clothes." "What are we going to play?" "I don't know yet. Why don't you kiss me while I think about it?" "Well," I sighed, feigning reluctance, "I suppose." Jack was a pretty good kisser, too. Maybe not quite as good as Moe, if you were being picky. I wasn't. Being picky. In fact, I enjoyed Jack's kiss thoroughly, and the two or three that followed the first. I laid my head back in his encircling arm and let him go to it. My eyes were closed, my head was swimming deliciously, and my knees were a tad wobbly. I might have fallen except for his supporting embrace and the way my thighs were wrapped around his leg, which he was rubbing against me. Then Manny took Jack's place, and he kissed me, too. He was the best kisser of all. Wow, could he kiss! Or maybe I was just in the mood. My little heart was going pitty-pat, my breath was quick and shallow, and my head was reeling like I was going to faint. And my panties were a swamp. I hate to admit it, but it's true. What was I thinking at the time? In the first place, I wasn't thinking; I was feeling. Were alarm bells going off? Not really. First, I was pretty drunk by then, which tended to drown out any soggy old alarms. Second, the situation didn't feel threatening, not all that different from some of my wilder experiences, except that there weren't any other girls around. And third, by that point I was pretty determined to get laid. I wasn't sure how or who. So what I was actually struggling with was how to pick one of the guys without pissing off the others. "You're so beautiful," Manny said. "You're driving me crazy. You're so hot." "Oh, yeah?" I said. "You're not bad yourself." Manny slid his hand up along my side and cupped my tit, masking his action from the others with our bodies. I remember looking down at his hand, watching it squeeze and knead me. It felt really good. I looked up at Manny. "Jesus, Kay," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'm dying for you. What say I shoot the other two and drag you back to my room." "Oh, don't do that," I laughed. "What? Drag you back to my room?" "No, silly," I giggled. "Shoot the other guys." Manny looked into my eyes, his own full of longing. He was so utterly dreamy at that moment, so sexy, so perfect. "Does that mean I can drag you back to my room, then?" I giggled again and glanced back over my shoulder at Moe and Jack, who were sitting on the sofa pretending not to watch us. "What about your friends?" I asked. "Won't they be jealous?" "Fuck 'em," Manny said. "Maybe I will," I shot back, and quickly covered my mouth in horror. How had that slipped out? Manny laughed. "Well, me first," he said. "You first," I agreed. "Zowie!" he said. He stopped dancing, took my hand, and began leading me out of the living room and into the corridor that led to the bathroom and the bedrooms. "Uh... We'll be back in a minute," he called to the other two. There was a short, pregnant silence. "Gonna show her your etchings?" Moe finally said. "This is gonna cost you, Manny," Jack called. "Your rent just went up $100." Manny and I ignored them. We were smiling at each other as we walked down the hall. "Shit!" I heard one of them say. We both laughed at that as we slipped into Manny's bedroom and closed the door. Neither of us was in a mood to waste time. I was hot as hell and needed no further warming. I suppose it was a combination of things - liquor, dancing close and rubbing bodies with three different guys, passionate kisses, and the fact that we had virtually announced that we were going into Manny's room to fuck. I was very conscious of the two guys out in the living room, no doubt imagining what was happening and wishing it was them instead. Rather than making me self-conscious, it was a turn-on. As soon as the door closed, I tore my sweater over my head, exposing my bra-covered tits. I was wearing one of my favorite bras, a red, lacy number cut low to reveal the milky white tops of my breasts. Manny seemed to like it, too, since he pulled his own shirt off and crushed me to him. Then he kissed his way down my neck and onto my exposed flesh. My arms draped loosely around his neck, I clung to Manny weakly while he fumbled at my back and released the hooks of my bra, then pulled the straps forward over my shoulders and tossed it aside. I was proud of my rose-tipped titties, which scarcely sagged when he freed them. I pulled my shoulders back and presented them to Manny as he kissed and sucked at my distended nipples. Bending his knees and slipping an arm behind my legs, Manny lifted me effortlessly off my feet and, cradling me in his arms, carried me to his bed. I love being carried like that. It makes me feel like a little girl. But when he laid me across the bed and stretched out beside me, I started feeling like a big girl again. I reached down to his middle and stroked the lump that was stretching the front of his jeans. It felt satisfactorily large. "Oooh," I breathed. "Is that for me?" "Every little bit of it, girl." "Oh, goody," I said. "Goody, goody." Manny kissed me deeply and, at the same time, began unbuttoning my jeans. I continued to pet his penis while he did so, cupping it in my palm and squeezing. He groaned and kept unbuttoning my pants. When the last button came free, he pushed his hand into my panties and down to my pussy. His fingers traced over my eager little love bump and down to my hole, which he found wet and willing. He slid a finger up inside me. "Ahhhh," I sighed. "Yes. Oh, god, I'm horny. Yesssss." Manny started tugging my jeans down, and I let go of his prick to help. Pushing, pulling and wriggling, we managed to work them over my hips and down to my knees, exposing my light brown bush. Manny bent over and planted a quick kiss on my mound before continuing to strip off my pants. I kicked my sandals away, and he dragged my pants off over my feet. "I've gotta kiss it," Manny murmured. Sliding down toward my feet, he rolled between my legs. He used his hands to press my thighs outward, and I spread them wide as he buried his face in my middle. "Ooooh," I squealed as he plunged his tongue into my snatch, then licked upward to tease and tickle my clit with the wormy, squirmy end. "Oh, JESUS!" I moaned. I must have been hornier than I thought. Manny's lashing tongue was sending electric shocks of passion up and down my spine. I knew instantly that I could come in moments if he kept it up. "Ooooh, that feels so good," I whimpered. "Oh, do it, baby. Lick me. That's it. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Like that. Oooooh." Manny attacked my pussy, grunting and gasping with the effort. He buried his tongue in my slit, rubbing his nose over my clit as he twisted his head to lick and push deeper. He slathered over my box and chewed at the lips of my cunt, then attacked my clit with his tongue again. "Oh yes oh yes oh yes," I chanted, feeling it start to rise inside me. I was going to come already. I knew it. "Oh, god. Lick it, baby. Right there! Lick my pussyhole. That's it!" And suddenly, it was there. It hit me like I had slammed into a wall. Everything went black for a second. My body flopped around, my arms and legs jerked out of control. Dimly, I heard someone crying, yelling, weeping. It was me. "Oh, god, baby! Yes! I'm coming! Yes! Ahhhhh!" Manny tore his face from my middle and climbed above me on his hands and knees, pushing my legs up and back. He grabbed his cock, guided it to my pussy, and shoved it into me in one slick, sliding, forceful thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back and squeezed him to me, trying to pull him all the way inside me. My cunt clutched and spasmed around his cock as he ground his mound against mine, setting off new shocks and tremors. Manny began driving his prick in and out of me. I came again and then again, weeping and moaning. I heard sounds, farther away and then closer. My eyes fluttered open. Moe and Jack were standing on either side of the bed. I gasped. "What the...?" Manny barked, his head whipping from side to side. "You assholes! Get out of here!" Instead, Jack sat down. He reached up and stroked my sweaty forehead, brushing my hair back along my temples. "Sorry," Moe said, sitting down too. "It sounded like you needed some help in here." "Goddammit, I'm not kidding," Manny growled. "You assholes get out of here." I could feel his prick begin to wither inside me. "Okay, okay," Jack said, patting Manny on the shoulder. "Jeez, you try to help..." He started to get up. All of a sudden, I realized I didn't want them to go. I wanted...everything. "Wait," I said. Suddenly, it was very quiet. They all looked at me. I swallowed. "It's... okay. You don't have to leave." "ALL RIGHT!" crowed Moe. Manny looked at me. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I said, looking down and blushing. "Far out," he said. I felt his prick surge inside my pussy. He rocked in and out slightly I was confused by my own boldness but terribly excited by it. I looked at Jack and then at Moe. They weren't looking at my face. Jack was looking at my chest, half covered by Manny's. Moe's eyes trailed down along our sides to where we were joined. "Well, dammit," Manny said. "If you're going to join in, then do it. Get your clothes off. You're overdressed." Moe moved first. He stood up and tore off his t-shirt. As he moved his hands to his belt, Jack stood up, too, and began undressing. I watched Jack as he hesitated, his thumbs hooked into his pants at the sides, then shucked them down, exposing his cock. It was sticking out straight from his belly. He turned and sat down, his back toward us, while he pulled off his shoes and pushed his pants off. Meanwhile, Moe had quickly shed his clothes. His prick was only half erect as he kicked his pants free from his legs and sat down on the bed. Both of them turned almost at the same time and stretched out on their sides next to Manny and me. I put a hand on each of their chests and ran it down across their bodies, seeking and then finding their cocks. Jack's was already hard; Moe's sprang to life at my touch. Manny pushed his prick slowly in and out of my pussy. He seemed to be hesitating, thinking. Then he pulled his hips back and slid it out of me. "Come on," he said, scooting back and rising up onto his knees. "Roll over." Sandwiched between them, I wriggled and twisted onto my hands and knees. Moe and Jack "helped," managing in the process to feel my legs and my tits as well as other parts of me. Moe reached up boldly between my thighs to cup my pussy, probing with his middle finger to find my slit. His finger slid up into me. I rolled my hips as he worked it around inside me. "Ohhhhh," I couldn't help moaning. "Look, Mikey," Moe said, grinning. "She likes it!" I was amazed at myself, but filled with a rising eroticism that overcame any shame. I had fantasized about fucking two guys, never really expecting it to happen. Now, here I was surrounded by three naked men. What in the world was I going to do? Confronted by my fantasy, I had no idea how to proceed. Manny took charge. "Get in front of her, Jack," he ordered. As Jack hurried to comply, scooting up toward the head of the bed and swinging a leg on either side of me, Manny pushed at my back, urging me forward. "Go ahead," he said. "Blow him. I know you know how. I want to see you swallow him." Jack's cock, I realized, was a monster, one of the biggest I'd ever seen. Since I'd first glimpsed it, it had swelled up enormously. The fat, purple head, itself larger than most, seemed too small for the thick column of rigid flesh below it. Instead of tapering below the crown, it flared outward as if it had shoulders. The shaft thickened even more toward the base. I'd seen longer pricks but never one so thick and solid. I wrapped my fingers around Jack's pole as best as I could and lowered my face to it, drooling with anticipation. Opening my mouth wide, I lapped at it several times, then pushed my lips over and around it. Jack groaned as I sucked on the head. Meanwhile, Manny had slipped a hand between my legs. He pushed a finger up inside me and worked it around. Then he replaced it with his thumb and used his fingers to stroke and tease my clit, which was sticking out between the lips of my pussy, as hard and straining as a man's cock. I began to bob up and down on Jack, although my mouth was stretched so wide by its girth that I could only accommodate a couple of inches. Bracing one hand against his stomach, I used the other to jack off Jack, squeezing the loose skin and sliding it up and down the straining column of bone-like flesh beneath. Moe, meanwhile, joined in by sliding his hands all over my body, stroking my back and fanny, then slipping beneath to massage my breasts and to pinch and pull at my nipples. Manny continued to fondle my pussy for a while, using his other hand to grab a handful of hair and urge me up and down on Jack's cock. Then he slid his thumb out of my pussy and wiped it greasily over my asshole. Sliding two fingers up inside my cunny, he began to push his thumb into my back channel. "You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" he hissed, a hint of menace in his tone. "I'm going to fuck this tight little asshole. Would you like that? Would you like it if I shoved my cock in there? Well, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, does it? I'm going to fuck your ass anyway. You think you can handle three guys? Well, you'd better get ready, because you're gonna have to take one of these cocks up your ass." His thumb pressed deeper into my butt, working around and around, pressing against the tight ring. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work in my pussy, occasionally slipping out to tease my love bump. I moaned around the mouthful of Jack's cock. "You want it, don't you, you little cunt? You can't wait for it, can you? You want me to fuck your ass, don't you. You know it will hurt. But you still want it, don't you?" It was as if he could read my mind. Yes, I wanted him to fuck my ass. And yes, I knew it would hurt, at first. But I knew how it would feel later, too. I couldn't help wiggling my ass in response to Manny's probing thumb. "Have you got that cock wet enough yet?" Manny asked. "You better get it good and wet, because you're gonna have to take Jack's prick in your pussy. And you know it's a big one. It's gonna stretch your pussy good. Can you imagine that mouthful going in down there where I've got my fingers? That's where it's going to go. Right in there." In truth, it was hard to imagine. My poor jaw was already aching from the strain of taking Jack's huge pole into my mouth, and surely my mouth was bigger than my tight pussy. But the thought was highly erotic. The cock in my mouth was going to go in my cunt. I slavered and sucked at Jack's prick, trying to get it ready for me. "That's enough!" Manny barked, slapping my ass. "We wouldn't want you to make Jack come and shoot his load down your pretty little throat now, would we?" I'm not sure Jack entirely agreed. I was working hard on him, sucking and slurping and jacking his rod into my eager mouth. Jack was bucking and straining, trying to cram more of his cock into me, and I think he would have been quite happy to shoot his load right there. But Manny was insistent. "Come on," he said, slapping my fanny again. "That's enough. I want to see Jack fuck you. I want to see you try to get that cock in your pussy. I don't think you can. I've been in there, and I know how tight it is." He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back. Reluctantly, I let Jack's prick slide out of my lips, making an audible smack as it popped free. "Slide down, Jack," Manny said. "Get under her. I want to watch her fuck herself on you." Now that his cock was waving free, Jack was eager to put it back inside somewhere, anywhere. I was, too, although I had mixed feelings. The thought of taking that huge pole into my tight little box was scary, but it also stirred up a deep yearning that was spreading through my belly. I was glad I had got it good and wet with spit but a little sorry I had sucked it up to such massive proportions. Keeping hold of my hair and slipping his other hand around to my chest, Manny raised me up to my knees, his hand cupping and squeezing my tit. Jack pushed his legs between mine and began shimmying and wriggling his way under me. Moe, meanwhile, was again running his hands all over my body. He took the opportunity to lean in and kiss me deeply. I met his probing tongue eagerly, licking and sucking at him. Moe's hand cupped my pussy and stroked my clit. Then his hand moved away and I felt Jack's pole slap my stomach. Looking down, I saw it pressed up against my mound as if it grew upside down from my own belly. I would have been proud to own such a cock, but putting it up inside me was another matter. "Jesus," I croaked. "I don't know..." "What's the matter?" Manny asked. "Change your mind? Don't think you can take it? Oh, don't worry. You're going to take it, all right. I'll help push you down on it. We'll get it in somehow." The thought of that massive column burrowing up into my cunny was stirring up a strange mixture of fear in my brain and passionate longing in my pussy. I couldn't help rocking my hips back and forth, running my wet gash along its length. "Go on, get to it," Manny ordered, giving my hair a tug before releasing me and letting me fall forward onto my hands again. "No more delays. I want to see you fuck him. Go on. Do it!" I raised up, and Jack reached down between us to hold his cock upright and steady. Looking down between us, I saw and then felt the head probe between the lips of my cunny. It lodged in the entry of my hole. Slowly, experimentally, I let my weight down. It spread me like a doctor's pelvic exam. I groaned with effort as the massive purple head of Jack's cock pushed between the lips and into my channel, stretching me, straining me. Thank god for the lubrication of my mouth and my leaking pussy. It wedged its way gradually deeper and deeper, causing me some pain but at the same time stirring up a feeling of deep erotic fulfillment. I had been born to fuck a cock like this. I wanted it. I wanted it to possess me. Manny's hand was on my tailbone, pressing me downward. I pushed back against it to gain some room and to spread the lubrication, then tried again. A little more of Jack's cock bulled up inside me. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned as I forced it deeper into my straining pussy. "Oh god! Oh goddddd!" "You like it, don't you, bitch?" Manny said. "Go ahead. Take it all, you little whore. You know you love it. Go on, get it in there. Take it all. I know you can do it." I had thought that the head of Jack's cock was bad enough but, as I pressed down, the feel of it boring deeper and deeper inside me combined with a splitting sensation, like a wedge being driven up into my body. The thicker shaft spread and stretched my pussy to its limits. But each time I raised up and then settled down onto it again, I was able to take a little more inside me. The deeper it went, the more fanatically determined I became to take it all. "Yes!" I insisted. "That's it. I can take it, goddammit! Oh god, it's so big. Uh! Uh! There! More! Yes. Uh! Uh! Oh shit! Uh!" I had most of it now. Gritting my teeth, I raised up and let my weight fall downward onto Jack's upthrust cock, driving it up into my belly. I cried out with pain and triumph as I felt my mound bump against his. "Yes, goddammit! There! All of it! I've got all of it. Oh, jeez! It's so big!" I fell forward over Jack, weak and panting as I slowly got accustomed to the huge pole in my tightly stretched cunt. Jack let me rest a moment, then pulled back just a little and slid his prick home again. He began to fuck me like that, in small nudges, leaving most of his cock buried in me. My pussy was stretched so wide that I could feel my clit rubbing along the top of his pole with every movement in and out of my hole. "That's it," Manny said. "Go on, Jack, fuck her. She can take it. Fuck her hard." With my pussy fully occupied now with Jack's cock, Manny concentrated on my ass. I had almost forgotten about his thumb while straining to accommodate the prick in my front hole, but now I could feel it working in my backside, turning and twisting. Manny had it as deep inside as he could get it. Spreading his fingers out on my fanny, he began to urge me forward and down, matching the tempo that Jack and I had begun. Thumb hooked into my butthole, he pushed me down as Jack thrust up to drive his pole into me, relaxed to let me slide backward, and pushed me forward again. "That's it," he said hoarsely. "Fuck him, Kay. Fuck him with that hot little pussy of yours. I knew you could do it. How does it feel to have that big cock up inside you? Do you like it? Does it feel good in there? Is it big enough for you?" Manny's words were stirring me up almost as much as Jack's prick. I'd never known anyone to talk like that, to say out loud my dirtiest thoughts, whipping me up to an erotic frenzy. Now that my pussy had stretched enough to accept Jack's cock more easily, I began to fuck him with more energy. "Yes," I cried, driving my cunt down onto him. "Yes, it feels good! It's big. But I can take it. Fuck! I'm fucking you, Jack. Do you like my pussy? Is it tight enough for you?" It was tight enough for me. Although it was easier now, I was still stretched full with Jack's prick. It spread me, stretched me anew each time I drove myself down onto him. I felt the familiar sensation began to flow through me and knew I was going to come again. "Oh yes. That's so good. Fuck me. Ohhhh! Fuck me harder, Jack. I'm going to come. That's it. Ram it in me. Like that. More. More. Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! Ah, fuck me." I began to shudder. My arms, which had been holding me up, collapsed weakly, and I fell onto Jack's chest, my tits mashed against him. He grabbed my ass with his hands and pulled me down onto his cock, shoving deeper than ever before. "Oh, god, I'm coming. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh god! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!" It was too much. I ground myself against Jack, mashing my clit against his pelvis, jerking and twitching as another massive orgasm shocked and battered me. I had lost count of how many times I had come since Manny's tongue had triggered my first one. Even now, limp from this come, I could feel another one starting to build. It had happened to me a couple of times before. Enough stimulation and I would slide into repeating, almost continuous orgasms. I wanted Jack to do it, to keep fucking me, to send me into that strange, erotic abyss. But Manny had other ideas. "Okay, Moe," he said, his voice seemed to come from far away. "It's your turn. Scoot on up there and make her suck you." Moe, who had been mostly on the sidelines so far, was only too willing to comply. He dragged himself backward and positioned his middle on my left next to my head. "Go on, Kay," Manny said. "Suck him. If you want any more, you're going to have to work for it." Struggling to make my muscles obey orders, I reached out and wrapped my hand around Moe's prick. Apparently, he hadn't felt too left out, because it was hard as a rock. I jacked it slowly and languidly, watching out of half-closed eyes, and felt it throb and twitch in my fingers. The more I looked at Moe's cock, the more attractive it seemed. It was so hard and red and eager. I glanced up at Moe and saw the longing, pleading look in his eyes. Poor Moe. He wanted it so badly, yet he knew I was tired and was too polite to insist. I licked my lips and smiled at him wanly. With a little nod of my head and a tug on his prick, I urged him to come closer. Moe shifted toward me, rolling onto his side to push his hard-on toward my mouth. The odor of sex surrounded us. I could smell his cock as it moved under my nose. The end slit winked open and shut, like a blind fish. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. "That's right," Manny coaxed. "Go ahead, Kay. Suck him. He's dying for you to do it. Look at him. Take in your mouth and blow him." Struggling up onto my elbows, I shifted my torso half off of Jack and guided Moe's cock to my lips. It was a healthy-sized one, although much smaller than the one in my pussy, as Jack reminded me with a twitch. I slipped Moe's prick between my lips and slid down on it, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could. My energy was slowly returning. I took deep breaths through my nose while I worked on Moe, sliding my head up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm that slowly gathered steam. Moe let out a long sigh and started fucking my mouth, shifting his hips back and forth, matching my pace. I kept my hand wrapped around his cock, letting it slide through my fingers and into my warm oral cavern. Beneath me, Jack began to fuck my pussy more vigorously again. His big prick had lost little ground during the past minutes, and it quickly swelled back up to full size. I could feel the head as it shoved up deep inside me. It throbbed repeatedly, ballooning up and then subsiding. This, I realized in a haze, was part of my fantasy come true. I was making love to - no, fucking - two men at the same time. I had imagined this, sucking one while fucking the other. I inhaled the pungent odor of man scent. I savored the taste and feel of the cock sliding into my throat, the insistent thrust of it through my fingers, the invading, possessing demand of the prick in my pussy. I suddenly felt like crying, for joy. The bed rocked as Manny (I assumed it was Manny) climbed back onto the bed. I hadn't even realized that he had left. I heard a faint pop as he opened something, then the cool, slick touch of his fingers on my asshole. He was spreading some kind of lubricant, which he began working into my back passage. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to fuck my ass. I was going to fuck three men at a time, not two. Words can't possibly convey how much I wanted it. Manny didn't keep me waiting long. I suspect he was more than ready himself after all the delays. After all, he hadn't come himself in our original fucking session so long ago. I had no idea how much time had passed since we had first gone back to his bedroom. It seemed like hours. Now he was climbing up behind me, squatting at my ass. He grabbed one cheek and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against it. I stopped fucking Jack and just held Moe's prick in my mouth, all my attention focused on the tight pucker of my butt and the stiff column of meat poised just outside it. "You want this, don't you, Kay?" Manny said, not really asking. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you?" I nodded and murmured around Moe's prick. He knew I wanted it. They all knew. "Here it comes then," he said, and then to Jack, "Hold her." As Jack tightened his arms around me, Manny pushed his hips forward and speared his cock into my tight butthole. Too late, I realized that with Jack's prick occupying most of the available space in there, there was precious little room for anything else. The head of Manny's dick went in easier than I expected, probably because of the lubrication and his earlier stretching. It popped past my anal ring, producing a sharp twinge of pain, but it wasn't as bad as I'd felt before. But that was all the farther he got, because his prick jammed up against Jack and stopped. "Jesus," Manny said, "this is going to be tighter than I thought. Hold her steady there, Jack." "I... I don't know, Manny," Jack said. "Maybe it's just too tight." "There's no such thing as too tight," Manny shot back. "Anyway, tight or not, I'm going to fuck her ass. Just you hold her steady." While this was happening, I lay there, passive but keyed up emotionally, awash in a strange, sensuous fog. It was as if I was outside myself, watching. There I was, slumped across Jack and skewered on his enormous cock, with Moe's slick, stiff prick filling my mouth like a big pacifier. Now Manny was behind me, ready to drive his prick into me. It was a moment of incredible eroticism. I was surrounded by three men who were going to fuck me, all at the same time. I wanted Manny to fuck my ass so badly that I was quivering with passion. My whole being seemed concentrated on the tight ring of flesh that was clutching the head of his cock. I wanted the rest. I wanted him to drive it all the way up my ass. I didn't care how much it hurt. I wanted it. Jack tightened his grip on my back and Moe put his hands behind my head, pinning me in place. Manny shifted slightly, changing the angle of penetration upward, and shoved forward. A searing bolt of pain shot through me as he began to force his cock into my butt. Despite Moe's grip on my head, I jerked it back and off him, crying out in agony. "Aiiiiee! It hurts!. Oh god!" Manny pulled back slightly, but that temporary moment of relief was quickly replaced by another burning jolt of torment as he surged forward again and drove his prick deeper up my asshole. "Shut up, bitch!" Manny snapped. "You know you want it. And you're going to get it!" Again, he pulled back slightly and once again shoved into my tender, stretched anus. It felt like a red-hot metal pole going in. I cried out wordlessly, my eyes suddenly full of tears. "Ah, Jesus, that's tight," Manny groaned as he continued to drive his cock up my butt. "Umpf! Damn! Take it! Argh! Just a little more. Umpf! Umpf!" Despite my weeping protests, he hammered his spike into my ass, forcing his way up my painfully spasming back channel until I felt his stomach slap against my fanny. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me back onto his spear of flesh, cramming the last little bit inside me. I almost blacked out with the pain. For long moments I lay there, pinned between the two cocks driven into my middle from front and behind. Afraid to move for fear of stirring new agonies, I could only crouch there, trembling and crying. But once he was in me, Manny held still and gave me time to recover. Slowly, the pain dwindled and was replaced by an incredible, wonderful fullness that transcended anything I had ever felt. A line came to me out of nowhere and rattled around and around in my head: "I've got Manny in my fanny and Jack in my crack." My poor cunny, which had already been stretched to its limits by Jack's huge cock, had now been drawn even tighter by the second wedge driven into my backside. It felt like I was impaled on a stone column driven into my most sensitive parts. Far from painful, it was wildly sexy, and I could feel my pussy dripping with new lubrication. Meanwhile, Manny's somewhat smaller prick felt at least as big as Jack's because of the already tight quarters it had been forced into. Beyond the merely physical stimulation, though, was the extraordinary knowledge that I was sandwiched between two men, each of them buried deep inside me. It was my fantasy come true, and it was far more sensual, more exciting and more erotic that I had ever dreamed. Tremors of pain were replaced by tremors of passion welling up from my depths. I lay between Jack and Manny quivering with desire. Experimentally, I shifted my hips and felt the two cocks move inside me. As if on a signal, both of them began to draw back at the same time, pulling their pricks slowly out of my two clutching holes. I was overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of almost desperate loss. Just as I was about to protest, they paused with only the heads of their cocks still in me, and then slowly, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, shoved them back into my depths. Desperation was replaced by ecstasy as they stretched me, filled me again, stirred me with unimagined pleasure. I moaned, a wordless sigh from the bottom of my soul. As they began to pump steadily in and out of my cunt and ass, Moe stirred beside me. I realized that I had been clutching his cock through all of this. The head of it was purple with trapped blood, and it was rock- solid in my fingers. I was immediately overcome with desire to complete the connection. I knew instantly that I wanted to fuck all three of them at once, to make them all come, to use all the capacity of my womanhood, to be their fuck-goddess of passion and release. I plunged my face back onto Moe's throbbing erection, slavering over it and sucking it deep into my mouth. At the same time, I began to rock back and forth between Jack and Manny. Although I was pinned between them, I took charge. I was no longer getting fucked, I was fucking them. All three of them. "Ooooh," said Manny, "lookee there. You like it, don't you, you little slut." He rolled his hips around, making his prick waggle in my behind. "You got a cock in your ass, and one in your cunt, and a nice big lollipop to suck on. What more could a girl ask for?" The answer was - nothing. I was full, replete. I wanted nothing but to stay in that moment of triple penetration forever, rocking back and forth between Jack and Manny, sucking ferociously on Moe's cock. I took his prick deeper than I had ever done before, allowing it to slide past the back of my mouth and into my throat. Moe stiffened in surprise and moaned with delight as I swallowed him repeatedly. Even though much of my conscious attention was on Moe, it was the alternating slide of the cocks in my pussy and ass that was stirring my body profoundly. Pushing myself down onto Jack's cock, I was filled deliciously even as Manny's slid out, producing a sense of emptiiness. When I pushed backward, Jack's big prick dragged along my clit, while Manny's forced it way back up my rectum. And in between, there was the unique sensation of their two stiff rods, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, rubbing along each other deep within me. Manny was not content to let me do all the fucking for long. At first, he simply jutted his hips forward when I slid back onto him, driving his cock as far as possible up my ass. Before long, however, he grabbed my hips and began shoving me back and forth while he pumped in and out of my butt. Jack was more constrained with the weight of both of us pressing down on him, but he bumped upward to meet my descending pussy as hard as possible and rolled his hips to make his prick churn inside me whenever the pressure on him lessened. The emphatic fucking I was getting, front and back, left me free to concentrate on Moe's cock. I drove my throat up and down on him, sucking vigorously, squeezing him with my lips and lashing my tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside. My hand slid up and down his pole, rubbing and clutching as it slid through my spit-slickened fingers. It was Moe who came first. Although he'd been a spectator almost as much as a participant, he had the best view in the house of what was surely one of the most erotic sights in his experience. Then, too, I give excellent head, and he was getting my best. In any case, he moaned and shot a load of cum into my mouth, which I gulped down greedily. Several more spurts followed quickly, and I swallowed it all except for a little bit which leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin. I had been teetering on the brink of another orgasm myself, and the feel of Moe's cum jetting into my eagerly sucking mouth was enough to kick me over the edge. I squealed around his still-drooling meat as the first wave hit me and then went jerking out of control. My body bucked and shook as succeeding waves rolled through me. I ricocheted back and forth between Manny and Jack, fucking myself wildly on their two cocks, driving first one and then the other into my pussy and asshole. That was enough to trigger both of them. I'm not sure whether Manny or Jack came first, but suddenly both of them were yelling and slamming their pricks into me with a violence that would have been scary if it hadn't felt so good. My pussy and ass were both suddenly slick with their cream. Manny drove his cock up my butt one last time and then collapsed on my back, forcing Jack's still spitting prick deep into my cunt. We lay there recovering in a crumpled heap for several minutes. I nursed on Moe's slowly dwindling hard-on until he became too sensitive and slid it out of my mouth. Eventually, the weight was two much for me. With obvious reluctance, Manny slid his cock out of my ass, but not before goosing it up my backside a few more times. By the time he finally slid it out, I was half- tempted to ask him to stay. I rolled off Jack and slumped across the bed in a daze. Moe went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp washcloth which he used to wipe my face, pussy and ass with surprising tenderness. Later, after catching my breath, I staggered off to the shower, intending to get cleaned up and leave. I was not terribly surprised, though, when the door slid open. I would have guessed that it would be Manny, though, instead of Moe. I was wrong by only a few minutes. None of them, it seemed, could let me out of their sight for long. Moe was just finishing a very thorough job of washing me when the other two joined us in the bathroom. We traded places, and Moe dried me off as thoroughly as he had washed me, after which he bent me over the bathroom counter and slid his cock into me from behind. Manny and Jack pushed the shower curtain open and watched while he fucked me to another knee-weakening orgasm. Later, Manny dragged me back into the bedroom where I gave him a long, sensuous blowjob. After he finally shot his cum into my mouth, Jack pushed me onto my stomach and wedged his huge fuckpole up my ass, a feat that would probably not been possible if I hadn't been loosened up by Manny's previous session there. It was nearly three a.m. when I finally fell asleep in Manny's arms. The next morning, they took me to breakfast and then home. I said a tender goodbye to the three of them that surely gave the neighbors something to talk about, kissing each of them deeply and passionately on my front step. I was exhausted, of course. When the movers arrived that afternoon, they noticed and commented on how tired I seemed, assuming that it was from packing. And, in a way, they were right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Only a Fantasy' by Titmouse. Story 28 Author's Note: While a female friend thought I did a fair job of getting into Kay's mind and creating a plausible situation in which a woman might just do as described, she didn't like the cussing and forcefulness with which the three guys -- especially Manny -- proceeded. That, she said, would have turned her off and brought an immmediate end to the proceedings. She's probably right and, were I inclined to expend the effort, I'd probably rewrite this story with a more gentle and appreciative approach. I was trying to make Manny a dominant, pushy presence and succeeded all too well, I guess. I don't think he was serious, though. And, if it needs saying, this is a complete fantasy. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.

Bound to Please {Titmouse} (MMF,rape) ------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bound to Please by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved Jack and I had waited patiently in the van for almost an hour, smoking cigarettes and sipping at a couple of beers but careful not to drink enough to lose an edge. These things require a bit of wit. There had been a couple of possibles, but both times we had decided that circumstances were not quite right. Finally, our patience was rewarded. Dusk had turned almost to night, and most of the cars were gone from the parking lot. We saw a woman jogger turn into the park and pad her way along the well-lighted footpath. "Looks pretty good," Jack said. "Yeah," I said. "Let's go." Jack slipped out of his seat and into the van interior, then out the open side door. I slid out from under the steering wheel and followed him outside. Jack walked briskly about 20 feet away to stand under a street light, holding a map in his hand and acting like he was trying to read it, his back to the van. The footpath passed behind the van. I stood near the rear wheel, concealed from the approaching jogger. I opened the plastic bag and grabbed the large gauze pad, smelling the faint medicinal smell of chloroform from the open bag. It worked just as we had planned. The girl approached, her attention focused on Jack, who was far enough away to seem no threat. There was no one else in sight. I slipped the pad out of the bag. Just as the jogger passed the back of the van, I reached out and caught her around the shoulders with my left arm. With my other hand, I reached around and clamped the chloroformed pad over her mouth and nostrils. She let out a muffled shriek and struggled as I pulled her back against my chest. I dragged her backward toward the open van door, keeping her off balance. Jack was already moving toward us. He bent down and encircled both the woman's legs. She jerked as he lifted her feet off the ground, but he had her legs clamped tightly in his arms. We kept moving to the van. When my legs struck the open side, I let myself sink backward to a sitting position, then rolled her onto the floor of the van, keeping the pad tightly over her mouth and nose. She was gasping, trying to get more air, and every success she had pulled the chloroform into her lungs. She was already weakening. Following me into the van, Jack swung the side door shut, then helped me hold her down. She tried to twist her head away from my hand, but it was no use. After a few moments that seemed like much longer, she stopped struggling. A moment later, her entire body relaxed. She was out. "I'm going to take the pad away," I whispered to Jack. "Keep an eye on her." Slowly I pulled the pad away from her face. There was no change. The whole thing, from the time we had first spotted her until she was unconscious on the floor of the van, had taken less than a minute. "Help me get the gag on her," I told Jack. It was the first chance I'd had to really look at our captive. She was very pretty, with short, dark brown hair. I couldn't tell much about her body except that she was slim but well built. I grabbed the folded sock that we had prepared and pushed it into her mouth. There was no resistance. Jack slid an arm under her shoulders and raised her head off the floor so that I could wrap masking tape around her head several times to keep the gag in place. Then I put the navy watch cap over her head and unrolled it all the way down, covering most of her face. "Let's get going," I said. "I can do the rest myself." Jack slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. As we entered the street next to the park, he waited a second, then turned on the headlights. I looked out the back of the van. There was nobody behind us. "Looks clear from up here," Jack said, his voice trembling slightly. "We did it!" "Yeah," I said, "Now just drive calmly and coolly until we get to your place." Jack seemed excited but under control. I turned back to the girl. Rolling her onto her stomach, I crossed her wrists behind her and wrapped a length of cotton rope around and around them. Then I put her ankles together and did the same with another piece. I rolled her onto her side and checked her breathing. She seemed okay. Jack's place was two suburban cities away, but there were no apparent boundaries between one and the next, just continuous sections of residences separated by occasional sections of small businesses. It was rapidly getting darker now that the sun had set, and we slid along through the quiet evening. We were climbing slightly toward the city where Jack lived. At an intersection of two main streets, we turned left, then right, then left again onto a smaller street. Jack's house was two blocks down on the left. As we neared his driveway, he punched the button on his garage door opener, and it began to slide upward. Jack slowed to turn into the driveway, then pulled inside the garage, punched the garage door button again to close it, and cut the engine. I had been watching the woman the entire time. She hadn't moved. When the garage door was down, Jack slid out the driver side door and came around to open the sliding side door from outside. Together, we dragged the woman to the door. Then Jack slipped his arms under hers and lifted her head and shoulders out. I took her legs and followed. We had to swing around so that I could open the door into the house. We had left it unlocked, but Jack couldn't support the woman's upper body with just one hand. I tucked her legs under one arm and freed a hand to open the door. When I turned back, Jack had relocated his hands. His arms were still under hers, but both his hands were cupping her breasts. "Nice," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "Sports bra." We carried her down into the basement and into the special room Jack and had built there. The woman groaned as we lifted her onto the narrow table that occupied the center of the room. "We'd better get her strapped down," I said. "I think she's starting to wake up." Working quickly, we cut through the cotton rope around her wrists and legs with a pair of scissors and pulled the pieces away. Jack raised her arms and buckled each wrist to the upper corners of the table. I did the same with her ankles at the lower corners. There was no resistance from the woman. I picked up two ski masks from a side table and handed one to Jack. We both pulled them over our heads. Then, picking up two cloth pads, I stood near her head. Jack pulled the watch cap up and I slapped the pads over her eyes. While I held them in place, Jack used surgical tape to wrap around her head several times. The woman groaned again, but remained limp. I was sure she was still out. It was my first chance to really look at her. She was a young woman, in her early 20's, and quite attractive, although the tape around her head and the sock in her mouth were not particularly flattering. Even through the sweatshirt and matching pants, it was clear that she had a good body -- trim waist above flaring hips, and breasts that held their shape and rose from her chest even though she was lying on her back. "Looks like we did good," I said. "Yeah," Jack agreed. "This oughta be great. She's a lot prettier than the last one." We pulled off the ski masks. There was no need for them now that her eyes were properly blindfolded. "Let's take a break," I said. "She should be waking up soon." After coffee and cigarettes in the kitchen upstairs, we headed back down into the basement. The girl had moved -- I could tell by the way her sweatshirt was pulled up along one side -- although she held still as we came down the stairs and into the room. I knew she was awake. There's a difference in tension between an unconscious, completely relaxed body and one with a mind in control of it. She was holding still, but I knew. I walked up to the table near her head. Jack circled around to the opposite side. "Hello, sweetheart," I said in the husky whisper I always use for these things. She didn't move. "I know you're awake," I said. "If you can hear me, nod your head." She still didn't move. I nodded at Jack. He reached down to her fanny and gave it a hard pinch. She jerked away in surprise and gave a muffled yelp. "Look, sweetheart," I said, "I know it's a cliche, but there are two ways we can do this -- easy or hard. The easy way is that you cooperate, do what we tell you, and come out of it in good shape. The hard way is that you fight us and don't cooperate and don't come out in such good shape. Either way, we're going to get our way. Do you understand?" She didn't move for a moment, and Jack, anticipating my nod, gave her another hard pinch. She yelped again and tried to move away from Jack's hand. When she realized that was impossible, she straightened her legs, pressing them flat against the table. I leaned forward and slapped her face. I let her cry for a moment. Then I said, "A pinch isn't much, sweetheart, and neither is a slap. You need to understand we're serious. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" This time she nodded quickly. I put my hand against her cheek and she flinched away. "Don't be so frightened, sweetheart," I told her. "I'm going to touch you with a lot more than my hand before we're done, but, if you're a good girl, you won't be hurt." I stroked her cheek with my hand. "Now, I'd like to take the gag out of your mouth. I know it must be uncomfortable. But we need to get something straight. The first is that you are not going to scream or anything, because I will have to hurt you if you do. The other is that it wouldn't do you any good, anyway. Nobody can hear you here." I waited a moment. She didn't move. "So, if I take out the gag, are you going to be good?" After a pause, she nodded her head. I looked up at Jack, and he handed me the scissors. "Hold still, now," I said. "This is a sharp pair of scissors and I don't want to cut you accidentally." She held her head stiffly while I slid the point of the scissors under the tape that held the sock in her mouth and clipped it away. With a quick move, I stripped it away from her cheeks, then grabbed the end of the sock and pulled it out of her mouth. She gasped and breathed heavily through her mouth for a moment, sucking air into her lungs. She also tried to spit some fuzz out. "Would you like a drink?" I asked. She nodded her head and then, realizing her mouth was no longer gagged, she said faintly, "Yes." Jack handed me the water bottle we had prepared, one of plastic ones used by runners. I slipped the cap off and touched the sipper top to her lips. She sucked on it greedily. I let her have as much as she wanted. We'd dissolved a tranquilizer and a sedative in it -- not enough to dope her up, but enough to help her relax. "So, what's your name, sweetheart?" I asked. She hesitated a moment, then said "L-Lisa." "Okay, Lisa," I said, "now here's what's gonna happen. My buddy and me are gonna fuck you." She jerked in recoil and said "No-o-o," but like she had known it all along. "Oh yes we are," I continued. "I expect we'll do just about everything there is to do. But we don't want to hurt you, and we won't unless you make us. If you cooperate, you'll be outta here in a couple of hours, none the worse for it. You might even have a little fun." Lisa didn't seem to think that was possible. She whipped her head back and forth, whimpering "no" several times, and crying a little. "Mr. Jones," I said to Jack, "I think you should go first. How about a little mouth action?" Lisa froze. In the silence that followed my question, the rasp of Jack's zipper going down seemed unusually loud. He moved up close to the narrow table near Lisa's head. She turned away from him. "Turn your head to the right, Lisa," I said. She tried to bury her face in the table's padding. I grabbed a handful of her hair with my left hand and pulled her head up off the table, then cracked her hard across the face with my open right hand. She tried to pull away, so I slapped her again. "You're not doing so well," I said over her cries. "I thought we had an understanding. You're either gonna do what we tell you willingly, or we're gonna make you do it. The only choice you have is whether it's gonna hurt." I let it sink in for a moment, then I said again, "Turn your head to the right, Lisa." She didn't do it right away. First, she stopped pressing her head into the table, then slowly turned her head toward Jack's side of the table. Jack had opened the button on his jeans and fished his half-hard penis out. When Lisa's head was finally turned toward him, he touched the tip of her nose with the head of it and then moved it down to her lips. "Open your mouth, Lisa, and let Mr. Jones in," I said. She relaxed her jaw. Jack pushed forward and his dick slid about halfway in. "Now, suck on it, sweetheart. Make him feel good." Jack pulled back slightly and pressed forward again, sliding his cock deeper into Lisa's mouth. She opened to accept him, keeping her lips tight around the shaft. As he pulled back, I could see her cheeks hollow. Jack looked at me, rolled his eyes and waggled his eyebrows. "That's better, Lisa," I told her. "That's much better. Now, use your tongue, sweetheart. Give him a good blowjob!" Jack began to hunch back and forth, pushing his prick into Lisa's mouth and then slowly dragging it out until the head was just inside her lips, then pushing it back in again until most of it was in her mouth. It popped out once, and the suction Lisa was applying made a little smack. But she readily opened to him as he pressed forward again, letting him slide his now fully hard dick past her clutching lips and into her warm, sucking mouth cavern. "That looks like it feels good, Mr. Jones," I said. "Mind if I try it?" Jack gave me a wry look, pushed his cock deep into Lisa's mouth and waggled it around by rolling his hips before he slowly, reluctantly pulled back and dragged himself out from between her lips. I moved around the table, unzipping my fly as I went, and took the place he had vacated. I pulled out my prick with some difficulty, as it was rapidly stiffening. As always, I couldn't help but notice that it was larger than Jack's, although I never said anything about it. You have to be gentle with friends, and Jack was by no means small, just smaller than me. "Here you go, sweetheart," I said. "Open wide!" I pressed the head of my cock against Lisa's lips, and she let me push it into her mouth without further prompting. She gave a muffled "umpf" as the helmeted head pushed her jaw wider open than before, and took a deep breath through her nose. The feel of her warm, moist mouth on my prick was wonderful. I pushed deeper, and she stretched to accommodate me, working her lips down the shaft until I felt the back of her throat with my cockhead. Then I pulled back slowly. Lisa clamped her lips around me and sucked. Then she used her tongue on the sensitive under side, whipping it back and forth. It was clear that Jack's was not the first prick she had sucked. This girl had had plenty of cocksucking experience. "That's very good, Lisa," I said. "I think you've got the idea." I pushed my prick in and out of her mouth rapidly several times. The last time, I went too deep, gagging her. I pulled back and let her recover, then pushed back in again. "You know, Mr. Jones, I think we could let one of Lisa's hands free so that she could hold on and do a better job," I said. "Why don't you release her left hand?" As Jack moved around the table to the strap that bound her left wrist, I reminded Lisa that she was to behave. "Now, when we release your hand, please don't do anything stupid, Lisa," I said. "Just take hold of my prick and be a good girl." Jack unfastened the strap on her left wrist. Lisa pulled it down, stretching her around and rotating her wrist to get the kinks out. Then, without being asked again, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around my cockshaft. "There," I said, "that's better. You can use your hand to keep me from going too deep, so I won't choke you again." I pushed forward, and she grasped my cock firmly. Her hand butted up against her lips as I shoved my prick into her face. I jerked it in and out several times, bumping my pelvis against her hand, and my cock went in only about half way. "See," I said, "isn't that better? Now, use your hand to jack me off while you suck my cock, Lisa. Slide your hand up and down my cock. That's it. Oh, yes, that's it. Squeeze a little harder, though. Yeah, like that!" The combination of her mouth and hand was delicious. I pulled back far enough that my prick slid out of her mouth, but it was still wrapped in her slick, clutching fingers. Then I shoved it forward, sliding through the grasping tunnel into her hot mouth, where Lisa sucked hard on the head and twisted around on the shaft. Her hand and mouth, working together, made a long, tight tunnel that slid back and forth on my cock. I knew that if I kept this up much longer, I'd shoot a wad of cum down her throat, and I had other plans. Reluctantly, I pulled my dick out of Lisa's mouth. "Your turn again, Mr. Jones," I said. Jack had been slowly jacking his prick, standing near the head of table and watching me mouth-fuck Lisa. I moved toward the foot of the table and he took my place. He slid his cock into her mouth. Lisa reached up without being asked and grasped his shaft with her free hand. Jack started pushing in and out, his eyes closed and a stupefied expression on his face. Feeling silly with my prick hanging out, I tucked it back into my pants, although I didn't bother zipping up. Instead, I went back around to the other side of the table. Lisa had gradually twisted onto her right shoulder so that she was lying almost on her side, facing away from me. "Now, don't get excited, sweetheart," I told her. "I'm gonna do some rearranging. You just concentrate on giving Mr. Jones the best blowjob you can." Lisa hesitated momentarily, then resumed her efforts, but there was a wariness to the way she held her body, as if she was fearing my touch. I didn't make her wait to find out what I meant. I put my hand on her stomach and slid my hand under her sweatshirt, moving it up until I could cup a breast in my palm. Lisa whimpered something around Jack's cock that might have been another meaningless "no," but I ignored it. She continued to work her mouth and hand back and forth on the prick while I squeezed her tit. I moved to the other one and stroked it, too. I could feel her nipple hardening through the elastic material of her sports bra. I worked the sweatshirt up her torso until I could see the bottom of her covered breasts, then pulled up on the back of the shirt to look at the back strap of the bra. As I suspected, it was one of the pull-on types with no clasps. I picked up the scissors again. "Hold still a second," I said. Both Jack and Lisa stopped moving. I pulled outward on the strap, slid the lower blade under it, and then hacked at it several times until the strap parted with a snap. Putting the scissors down, I reached around in front of her and lifted the bra away from her tits. Jack started humping Lisa's face again, forcing her to resume her work. I pushed the sweatshirt and the bra up above Lisa's tits, so that they were fully exposed. They were almost milk-white with blue veins running through them. I cupped one of them and felt the nipple like a pebble against my palm. The nipple seemed to get harder as I squeezed and stroked her breast. I squeezed a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it from side to side and pulling out on it. Lisa moaned around Jack's prick again, but I couldn't tell whether it was protest or passion. Leaning over the table, I licked the nearest nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Then I sucked it into my mouth, pulling on it strongly. Lisa moaned again. This time, I was pretty sure she was getting turned on. I nibbled at her tit, nipping it lightly with my teeth, then sucked on it some more. When I lifted my head, I could see that Lisa was not the only one who was getting turned on. Jack was breathing heavily through his nose and plunging his cock faster and faster through Lisa's hand and into her smacking, sucking mouth. "Don't get carried away, Mr. Jones," I said, "unless you want to spend some time on the sidelines. Why don't you take a break?" Jack shoved his prick in and out several more times, then lurched back with a jerk of his hips. His saliva-wet dick was rock hard and as red as his face, sticking out from his body and curving upward. He braced himself on the table with both hands and huffed and puffed for a while, regaining control. Lisa lay on her side, her free hand curled near her mouth. She was also breathing hard. Putting a hand on her shoulder, I turned her onto her back. "Come and help me, Mr. Jones," I said. "Let's get these pants off our little sweetheart." Before joining me at the foot of the table, Jack kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down his leg, then stepped out of them. He tucked his dick back in his underwear, pulling it back through the fly. The elastic held it flat against his belly, a tube of hard meat outlined in white cotton. I reached up and grasped the material of Lisa's sweat pants at the waist, digging my fingers under the elastic to grasp her panties. When I pulled down, I couldn't get them over her butt, and Lisa reached down instinctively to try to stop me. I pushed her hand away brusquely. "Now, now, Lisa," I said. "Let's not forget our agreement. Lift your hips, sweetheart." Taking hold of her pants and panties again, I waited. With a little whimper, she pushed down with her legs and lifted her fanny off the table. I dragged the pants and panties over her hips and down past her knees. Lisa relaxed, but kept her thighs pressed together as best she could. "Hold her leg," I told Jack, moving my hands to the buckle around her left ankle. He wrapped his hands around her ankle and pressed down. I popped the buckle open and released the leg. Then I grabbed Lisa's leg above her pants. Jack grabbed the material and pull it over her foot. Then he wrapped the strap around her ankle again and re-buckled it. Lisa offered no resistance. We repeated the process with her other leg. Jack dropped her pants and panties on the floor and kicked them out of the way. "While we're at it, we might as well take her top off," I said. We moved to the head of the table. I pulled the sweatshirt sleeve and then the severed bra off Lisa's free arm. I held her arm while Jack buckled it back to the corner of the table. Then we repeated the process with her other arm. Lisa lay completely naked on the table. Her pert, rose-tipped breasts stood out from her chest, rising and falling with her breath. Her stomach was flat and her legs were firm. Between her thighs, although she kept them as close together as she could, I could see the top of her slit peeking through her ample bush of dark hair. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, and Lisa clenched them together in some futile hope of protecting herself. I pinched her hard and she squealed. "No," she said. "Please don't! Let me suck you instead." "Don't be silly, sweetheart," I told her. "We haven't gone this far for nothing. We're going to fuck you, both of us, and you might as well relax and enjoy it." I pushed my hand upward again, and Lisa reluctantly let it spread her thighs until my fingers brushed against the lips of her cunt. I slid my middle finger up and down her crack, working my fingers into her. Jack moved to the other side and laid a hand on her belly, extending a finger to dip into the top of her cunt and twiddle her clitoris. With his other hand, he massaged her breast. After a minute or so, I could feel the moisture building. Like it or not, Lisa was getting excited by our manipulations of her cunt. Her thighs relaxed and spread slightly. "That's better now, isn't it?" I asked. She didn't say anything. Stiffening my middle finger, I pushed it into her cunt, working it in all the way. Lisa took a deep breath and moaned. "Don't kid me, now," I said. "You like it, don't you?" "N-no," she said. "No-o-o." "Tell me the truth, Lisa," I said. "I know you're getting excited. You can pretend that you don't want us to fuck you, but your pussy knows better." I pushed my finger in and out of her hole. Jack rolled a finger around and around on her clit, and she gave a whimpering moan in response. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Lisa," I commanded. "N-no," she said. "No, please." I looked at Jack. "I guess she needs persuading, Mr. Jones. Let's get out the Persuader." Jack let go of Lisa's tit and withdrew his finger from her clit reluctantly. Turning around, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large vibrator that was covered by a rubber cock. The whole thing was about a foot long and the head was about two inches in diameter. The shaft was pebbled with raised dots. Jack handed it to me, then resumed massaging Lisa's tit and clit. I moved the head of the rubber cock to her pussy and pushed the head between the lips. Lisa flinched and tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. Lodging the head inside her pussy lips, I worked it up and down, coating it with her juices. "Please!" Lisa whimpered. "Please don't." "Oh yes, sweetheart," I told her, "you're going to have a bout with our friend here." I pushed the vibrator forward, turning it from side to side to help work it in. The head began to stretch her cunt as it worked its way in. Lisa cried out as she felt herself spread by the blunt, broad head of the fake cock. "Please," she cried. "It hurts!" "It won't hurt for long, sweetheart," I said. "You'll get used to it. You might even get to like it." I kept pushing forward, struggling to get the head inside her. Lisa's thighs, which had clenched at first to try to resist the intruder, relaxed now. She spread them in self-defense as the broad top forced its way into her cunt channel, trying to stretch herself to accommodate it. Once I got the head in, the rest was easy. Lisa's thighs were spread as widely as she could now, and I shoved the vibrator forward into her cunt. There was some resistance as the head pushed its way up her fucktube, but the shaft steadily disappeared until more than half of its length was inside her. Then it hit solid resistance, and no amount of wiggling would get it any deeper. Lisa was beginning to pant, going "hnh-hnh-hnhh" as I pushed the vibrator into her pussy and taking deep, ragged breaths when I pulled it back. Her cunt had stretched to accommodate the wide diameter of the pole I was shoving in and out of her. The nubby rubber sleeve was wet with her juices. With a twist of my wrist, I turned the vibrator on full. It let out a high-pitched hum that was echoed by a rising cry from Lisa. "Ooooh," she wailed, "ohhhh. Oh, god, no!" I pushed the vibrator into her as deep as it would go, and she hunched her hips up to meet it, then jerked back and forth, fucking herself on it. "Oh-oh-oh," Lisa cried. "Oh, no. Oh, oh, YES!" With a shriek, she started cumming. "Ohmigod. Oh, yes, do it! Please, push it in me! Oh, god!" Her head whipped back and forth between her imprisoned hands, her mouth open and panting. I kept shoving the humming vibrator deep into her cunt, dragging it out almost to the end, then cramming it down into her pussy again. Lisa shuddered and wept and humped her hips up and down, meeting the inward plunges of the vibrating tool, then pulling back to drag the rough bumps of the sleeve along her pussy walls. Finally, she stopped humping on the vibrator and tried to withdraw. "Please," she cried. "Please stop. It's too much. No more. Please!" I switched the vibrator off but left the shaft embedded in her cunt. Lisa collapsed motionless, shuddering now and then, as her orgasm gradually faded. Then I pulled the shaft out of her pussy, causing more shudders and a moan. I handed the vibrator to Jack, who set it on a nearby shelf. "Well, Mr. Jones," I told him, "I think she's about ready for you now." Lisa's head jerked up, trying to see us through her blindfolded eyes. "Oh, please don't!" she cried. "Haven't you done enough to me?" "Sorry, sweetheart," I told her. "That was just the first course. Surely you don't want to leave the table until you've had the full meal?" Lisa didn't answer, just let her head fall back. She was crying quietly. Meanwhile, Jack had moved to the foot of the table on which we had bound her. Behind his white cotton underwear, his cock was straining at the fabric. With a quick move, he shucked them down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Jack put a knee on the table and climbed onto it, pushing her knees apart with his. Scooting them forward, he positioned himself between her thighs. His cock jutted out, pointing at Lisa's bellybutton. "Oh, please," she cried. "Please don't do this to me! Let me suck you, Mr. Jones! I'll do a good job, I promise! I'll make you cum and I'll swallow it all. Please!" Jack said nothing. Leaning on one hand, he grabbed his dick and pointed it at Lisa's pussy. Then he gradually lowered himself until the head of his cock touched the slick lips of his bound target's fuck channel. Lisa jerked her hips to one side, spoiling his aim. With a growl, Jack let go of his prick and slapped her face. "Hold still, bitch!" It was the first time he had spoken. We had agreed that he wouldn't say anything, but his frustration got the better of him. He grabbed his cock and pushed forward again, this time managing to get the head firmly between Lisa's pussy lips and well started into her hole. Lisa hunched backward, trying to avoid penetration, but there was nothing she could do. With two quick shoves, Jack slid into her pussy. Working back and forth a few times to coat his cock with pussy juice, he sank it all the way into her and let his weight fall forward on her torso. "Ummmm," he said. "That's great!" "Quiet, Mr. Jones," I warned him. "Just enjoy yourself." Jack wasted no time in following my recommendation. He pulled his t-shirt up under his arms and slid his hands behind Lisa's shoulders, pressing her tits up against his chest. He rolled his chest against hers, enjoying the feeling of her full breasts against him. Then he hunched backward and forward, pulling out and then driving his cock back into her cunt. I watched from the side as Jack shoved in and out of Lisa's pussy, the muscles on his back and ass rippling with his alternating movements. Lisa's face was turned toward me. At first, it was screwed up into a tight, pained grimace. Gradually, though, she relaxed. At first, her expression was blank. Then, slowly, her passion began to take over again, and her expression changed first to wonderment and then desire. I looked down at where they were joined together and saw that Lisa's hips had started to move of their own accord. Tentatively, at first, then with increasing emphasis, she was rising to meet Jack's thrusts and pulling back to drag his cock through her fucktube. I stepped up to the table near her face and slipped my own dick out of my pants again. I leaned forward and touched her lips with the head. Without prompting, Lisa opened her mouth and let my cock in. She sucked on it distractedly, sometimes remembering to pull on it with her lips and tongue the bottom and sometimes almost forgetting about it as she responded to Jack's fuckpole as it thrashed around in her pussy. Jack pushed all the way into her cunt and ground himself against her for a while. Lisa responded by spreading her knees as widely as her bonds permitted, then clasped at him with her thighs. "Oh, jeez!" Jack gasped. "Oh, that's great. That's right, baby, give me that pussy!" "Shhhh!" I reminded him. "Argggh!" Jack grunted. "I can't help it. She's gonna make me cum!" He started throwing his hips back and forth rapidly, shoving in and out of Lisa's pussy. Each time he fucked into her, their bodies met with an audible smack. Lisa met him thrust for thrust, but she also was giving me good head. Her lips curved over her teeth, cushioning them but also clamping down around me with tightly pursed lips, sucking and smacking at my cock. She was moaning almost continuously now, and the humming in her throat was like a vibrating sleeve wrapped around my prick. "Ah, GOD!" Jack shouted and shoved all the way into Lisa's pussy. This was followed by a series of short, quick hunches in and out. He was cumming into the depths of her cunt. Lisa wasn't cumming, but she wasn't resisting. I think she wanted to cum, but wasn't quite there. Jack hadn't lasted very long, and it was too soon after her previous cum. She pulled her mouth off me. "Oh-oh-oh," she grunted. "Oh, no, don't cum in me! No, please don't! I don't want you to... Oh, god, no!" But her words were lies. She wanted it. Her hips pushed up to meet Jack and rolled around to waggle his cock inside her pussy. Her thighs were spread as wide as possible to let him get all the way in her. With a long groan, Jack shot the last of his wad and collapsed on top of Lisa. I could see her arms jerk as, instinctively, she tried to wrap them around him. Then she lay there while Jack recovered his breath, whimpering softly and responding to his occasional pushes with answering pushes of her own hips. I stepped back, tucked my prick back into my undershorts, then stripped off my pants. Eventually, Jack pushed himself up with his arms. He pulled back as if to withdraw his cock from Lisa's pussy, then relented and shoved it back in again. He did that two or three times before finally dragging himself out of her and raising up onto his knees. With a sigh, he slid back off the table and stood once more on the floor. He looked at me with a sheepish grin. Drops of his pearly cum were visible on the lips of Lisa's cunt and, as I watched, a gob of it dripped down between her legs and onto the table's cushion. Jack found his underwear and pants on the floor and pulled them on. "It's my turn now, Mr. Jones," I said. "Help me turn her over." Lisa was almost limp as we went through the routine. We released first one wrist then the other, and, pulling one arm across her, strapped it to the opposite side of the table. We did the same with her ankles. Then we tugged and pushed Lisa over onto her stomach and fastened the other wrist and ankle. During the process, Lisa was passive, neither fighting nor aiding us, except that when we had her on her stomach, she shifted her chest to adjust the way her tits pressed against the padding. I don't know what she thought was next, presumably that I was going to enter her from behind. And I was, of course, just not the way she expected. "May I have the lube, Mr. Jones" I requested. He opened the same drawer that had held the vibrator, returned it to its place and handed me a tube of KY jelly. I unscrewed the cap and squeezed a lengthy worm of lubricant onto the palm of my left hand. Without saying anything, I put my right hand on Lisa's nearest asscheek and pulled it to one side. Then I planted the gob of lubricant right on her asshole. Lisa seemed to awake from a trance. "What? NO!" she cried. "No! No! Not there! I've never done that." She squirmed her hips from side to side, trying to avoid my probing fingers. "Sorry, sweetheart," I told her. "I've just got to try out this remaining hole. Otherwise, our work wouldn't be complete, now, would it?" Despite her cries and protests, I pushed the middle finger of my left hand into her tightly clenched bunghole. Returning several times to pick up more from the load I had deposited between her cheeks, I worked it thoroughly into her ass. Lisa tried to dodge, clenching her asscheeks and tightening her asshole, protesting all the time, but I kept working more of the lubricant inside her, pushing my finger as deep into her bowel as it would go, working it from side to side to stretch her. I talked to her constantly, trying to calm her down. "That's okay, sweetheart, you can say anything you like, but I'm going to stick my cock up your ass whether you like it or not. You've got such a sweet ass that I've just got to try it out. You're really tight back here. It's going to feel great when I put my cock in there. It'll feel good to me, anyway. If you fight me, it'll just hurt you more. And believe me, sweetheart, fighting me won't do you any good at all. It'll just make it feel all the better to me. So why don't you relax? If you relax and let me in, it may hurt a little, but then it'll start to feel good. If you fight me, I might tear something on the way in. So you just be a good girl and stay calm and give me a good assfuck. Everything will work better that way." Satisfied that I had enough lube in her asstube to grease my way in, I pulled my finger out. Lisa was crying, continuing to protest, but she was lying still, as if she knew there was no way out. I pulled a condom out of my pocket, unwrapped it, and rolled it onto my dick. Squeezing some more KY jelly directly onto it, I spread it around with my hand, making sure to coat the end very well. Then, as Jack had before me, I climbed up onto the table between Lisa's legs. "Please don't do this to me!" she pleaded. "Please! I'll do anything else you want. You can fuck me if you want. I'll fuck you back, I promise. I'll fuck you and suck you and do everything else. I'll give you the best fucking you ever had. Just don't do it to me there. Please!" "Wish I could help you, sweetheart," I told her. "But I'm going to fuck your ass no matter what you say." I laid across her back, pinning her to the table. My cock was pressed against my stomach between the cheeks of her ass. Lisa cried and tried to shift to one side, but my weight was enough to hold her down. I reached down with one hand and tried to position my prick at her asshole. Lisa jerked away and, when I pushed forward, I slid into her sperm-lubricated cunt. Since it felt pretty good, I fucked my cock into her pussy a couple of times. But I quickly pulled out and resumed my effort to penetrate her ass. I almost had it in one time, but Lisa jerked away again, and I flopped to one side painfully. "Dammit!" I said. I reached up with my other hand and grabbed her hair, pulling back hard until her neck was bent into a bow. She cried out in pain and tried to pull away, but that only hurt her more. While her attention was distracted, I found her asshole again and, shoving forward hard, jammed about an inch of my cockhead into her butt. Lisa shrieked with pain as I penetrated her asshole. Securely lodged this time, I let go of her hair and used my arm to push against her back and force her down flat on the table. I shoved my hips forward again and felt the head of my cock pop into her asstube. Lisa cried out again and began sobbing. "Oh, god, it hurts!" she cried. "It's too big. I can't take that thing in there! You're going to tear me apart! Please, no! Please stop! Don't fuck me there! Please, please, please!" "Hold still, dammit!" I said. "Stop fighting me. It only makes it worse. Try to relax. You made me hurt you. Now hold still and it will get better in a little bit." I tried to hold still, but Lisa was twitching with the pain, pushing her hips into the table and clenching her ass tightly. I had to push forward or risk being tossed off. I increased the pressure and forced my cock deeper into her butt. The tight grip of her asshole squeezed my cock like a rubber band wrapped around it. Moving just a fraction of an inch back and forth, I worked my dick in her butt, slipping a little deeper each time. "Uh, uh," Lisa grunted. "Please go slow. It hurts too much." "Stop fighting me then," I snapped. "Hold still!" Lisa stopped moving, every muscle in her body tensed against the pain of my penetrating cock stretching her ass like never before. When she stopped, I stopped with her, holding my cock in her ass but not pushing farther. Gradually, she began to relax as her asshole became accustomed to the size of my prick. She took a deep, ragged breath. "Now just relax," I said. "I'll go slow. I want to fuck you, not hurt you." I pushed forward a little more. Lisa hissed a breath in over her teeth, but held still. I waited a moment, then pushed another fraction to her. She groaned, but it didn't seem to hurt her. I could tell her asshole was relaxing. I waited a little longer and felt the smallest possible push back toward me. Lisa was ready for more. Slowly, steadily, but with frequent pauses, I forced my cock into her ass. Lisa pressed the side of her face into the table padding, her mouth half open, her breath shallow. About half way in, I stopped pushing, paused a moment, and drew back slowly until only the head of my prick was still in her ass. Then I sank it back into her butt until it was deeper than before. Lisa let out a long "Ahhhhhh..." Moving my hips up and down slowly, I worked my cock deep into her butt. I touched her ass cheeks with my pubic hair. I was almost in. I pulled back a little and then pushed my prick all the way into her butthole, my pubis spreading her cheeks. Lisa's hands clenched at the pad and she whimpered softly. I pushed again, and she held herself firmly against me, not quite pushing back but not shrinking away either. I buried myself as deeply as possible in her asshole, letting my weight fall on her back, and rolled my hips to move my cock around inside her rectum. The feel of her soft asscheeks against my stomach was exquisite. "Now, that's not so bad, is it, Lisa?" I asked. She didn't say anything, just lay there taking little breaths. "Answer me, sweetheart," I said. "It's not so bad, is it?" "No-o-o," Lisa whispered. "No what?" "It's not so bad. It doesn't hurt so much anymore." I pulled my hips back a little and fucked her ass with a few short strokes. Lisa's fingers twitched on the padding, and she tentatively pushed back at me, accepting my cock in her ass now. Working my hand under her hips, I found her pussy and began to run a fingertip around her clitoris. The reaction was almost immediate. Lisa said "Oh, oh, oh" and moved her hips, helping me finger her. At the same time, her rolling pelvis worked my cock around inside her butt. I began to push in and out of her with a little more vigor. "It doesn't hurt at all now, does it, Lisa?" "No-o-o," she said. "It's okay." "It's more than okay, isn't it?" I prompted. "It feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes-s-s," she said, reluctantly. "G-good." "Is this the first time you've ever been ass- fucked, Lisa?" I asked. "Yes-s-s," she said. "But it's better than you ever thought it could be, isn't it, sweetheart?" "Yes-s-s," Lisa admitted. "Do you like being fucked in the ass, Lisa?" "No-o-o," she said, after a pause. I knew she was lying. Her ass was completely adjusted to my cock now. I fucked her hard for a moment. She started to respond, then seemed to catch herself. I rolled her clit with my finger. She started fucking herself, then, pushing her ass back at my invading cock to impale herself on it, then hunching forward to press against my finger sliding around and around her cumbump. "You like it, don't you, Lisa?" "Yes-s-s," she admitted. "It feels good now. Not like... but good." "I'm going to fuck you hard now, Lisa. I'm going to fuck your ass as hard as I can. And you're going to love it. You know you will. I'm going to fuck you in the ass and make you cum." I knew she was starting to feel it. She was panting rapidly. When I pushed my cock deep into her asshole, she moaned, and pushed her butt up against my invading prick. I flicked my finger on her clit, and she cried out. "That's it, sweetheart," I said. "Fuck me back, baby. Give me your ass. That's it." I was fucking her hard, now. I jammed my cock up her asshole, pulled back quickly, then shoved it deep into her again. Lisa was matching me now, thrusting her ass back to meet my penetrating cock, pulling away and then pushing back again. "Oh, yes-s-s-s," she moaned. "Oh! Oh! Yes-s-s! Fuck me! Fuck my ass. I can't believe how it feels. It's so good!" "Yes, baby," I said. "I knew you'd like it once you tried it. Take that! And that!" I jammed into her butthole as hard as I could. "Tell me you like it! Tell me you want me to fuck your ass" "Yessss!" Lisa cried. "Oh, yessss! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard! Give it to me! Yesss! Like that! Oh, fuck me-e-e!" With a shudder, she started to cum. Her whole body jerked several times, as if shocked by an electric jolt. "Oh, god!" she cried. "I'm cummmmming!" Lisa collapsed, pressing her cunt down onto my finger that still rolled around and around on her clit. Her body twitched and shook as passion shot through her body. I felt my own cum rising from the depth of my balls. I felt like a sheath of electricity was running over my skin. I buried my cock to the hilt in her ass and blasted out my cum, spurting time and again. "Yes, baby," Lisa cried. "Give it to me. Cum in my hot ass, baby. That's it! Cum in me. Fuck my ass silly!" I fell across her back, the strength gone from my arms. My cock twitched in Lisa's butt, and she squeezed me with the muscle of her asshole, making me groan with delight. I couldn't move for moment. Then I pumped in and out of her slowly for a while. Finally, when my strength returned, I pulled back and dragged my cock out of her ass. The condom came out, wrinkled around my slowly shrinking prick, with a puddle of cum pooled at the end. "That was very good, sweetheart," I told her. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." Lisa was silent. Now that it was over, she was embarrassed by her passion, by the way she had given in and begged to be raped in her ass. "We're going to let you get dressed now, Lisa," I told her. "Then we'll take you back and drop you off somewhere. Will you promise to be good if we release your hands and feet?" "Yes," she whispered. "I'll be good." And she was. Jack brought her clothes and we unstrapped Lisa from the table. We helped her dress, pulling the sweatshirt over her head and down over her delicious tits. We poked her feet into the sweatpants, helped her stand, and pulled them up around her waist. We kept the bra and panties for souvenirs. She put on her shoes and socks, leaning against the table. When Jack slipped up behind her and clasped the chloroformed pad over her nose and mouth again, Lisa struggled briefly, but soon collapsed into unconsciousness again. We carried her back out to the van, drove to another park in the same town and, when nobody was around, rolled her under a bush. She would wake in a few minutes, groggy, cum leaking from both holes, but unhurt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Bound to Please' by Titmouse. Story 13 Author's Note: Look, this is pure fantasy. Not only have I never raped anyone, I've never wanted to. The closest I got was a situation where the girl was a little reluctant. On the other hand, I'd driven a full day to meet her before we took off on a tour of Northern California, and we were sharing a motel room. She made excuses and I persisted. She didn't fight it, but I feel bad about it now. So why do I write the occasional rape fantasy? Well, for one thing, it shortens the seduction time, and these are, after all, not much more than stroke stories. In real life, the whole process takes lots of time and, even then, it's always hard to ask someone for this or that. So I guess it's a turn-on to imagine being able to do anything I want without having to ask. What I'd really like, of course, is for some woman to want all these things even more than I do. Dream on. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. 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T26 Diary of Valerie Gurzakin {Titmouse} (MF,alien,1st) ------------------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary of Valerie Gurzakin by Titmouse (C)1999, All Rights Reserved The following text was discovered on the hard drive of a used computer I purchased. It had been deleted but not permanently erased. Personally, I doubt the authenticity of the document and assume it was the creative effort of the previous owner. I submit it here with only minor editing changes. K123-347 (Local 960524) I have to write it down somewhere, and it certainly doesn't belong in official dispatches, so I have begun this diary. Mostly, I admit, it is for my own benefit. I want to relive and reconsider experiences outside the scope of my mission and the interest of my superiors. It might be important, though, should anything happen to me, for there to be a record of this. The subject, to be blunt -- and I can and intend to be blunt in this private diary -- is sex. I have tried in my dispatches to convey how radically different sexual congress among humans is from what we Nxtlaqu experience. Perhaps at some point in our early development we were similarly preoccupied but if so it must have been eons ago. We live so long, conceive so readily and, because of that, copulate so seldom that sex plays a negligible role in our culture. The need for pleasure as a spur to mating disappeared long before we spread beyond our own solar system and has nearly disappeared. The sex act, for us, lasts about as long and engenders about as much pleasure as a good sneeze. The important thing is the choosing of a mate and the result of mating, not the mating itself. I was therefore unprepared for the rather notable differences in the human approach to mating, where the practice is not only undertaken for its own sake, without regard to progeny, but often with extensive efforts to prevent conception. At first, I found this salaciousness repugnant. It pervades the entire culture -- art in all forms, advertising, clothing, technology, commerce. At times it all seems to be undertaken for the sake of sex. Yet, as time passed, I noticed a change come over me. I was concerned, at first, that there might be something wrong with my local physical being. When medical tests failed to reveal a problem, I considered alternative explanations, and was eventually forced to conclude it was normal. That is, while I control this body I inhabit completely at the mental level and mostly at the physical level, it has some fundamental urges and needs of its own. Once I identified the source of the waves of restlessness that came over me from time to time, and once I determined that it presented no significant risk to my mission, I decided to let my body have its way. It was therapeutic and prophylactic. My body needed it for both health and contentment. It doesn't hurt, of course, that this body I inhabit is young, healthy and -- in human terms, at least -- attractive. (Humans are rather ugly until you get used to them, being thick of body, primitively muscled and ape-faced.) I appear to be a female of about 25 years, five feet eight inches tall, long dark-red hair, well- proportioned. The circumference of my torso around the bust is just under 36 inches, narrowing substantially at my waist, and increases again to roughly 34 inches around my hips. This is nothing like what I used to look like before I underwent the transfer, which is just as well. I don't think the males of this species (or females, for that matter) would have found me attractive in my previous form. I certainly didn't find them attractive to me for the first year I was here. But, as I said, I came to feel differently. It was a case of body over mind, instead of the other way around. I caught myself, for example, noticing and admiring the posteriors of some human males, an activity so ludicrous I feared for my mental stability. Gradually, it began to dawn on me that my physical body was responding genetically to the call of the zygote. Once I had identified what it was that was troubling me, the next question was what to do about it. That didn't take me long to answer. My next question was how. It wasn't long after that that the answer presented itself. I was sitting in the park, feeding and talking to the squirrels (They are real nuts!), when a human male of about my apparent age stopped to talk with me. His opening move was not clever: "Cute, aren't they?" But I said "Yes," and we went on from there. Before long, he sat down on the bench with me, and we talked of squirrels, birds and -- when one came by and chased away the squirrels and birds -- dogs. Then he asked me if I wanted to have a drink or a cup of coffee, pointing toward the cafes that lined the sidewalk across from the park. I accepted. Alcohol is a peculiarly human taste. Our experience throughout the galaxy so far has turned up few examples of widespread use of depressives for "intoxication." Most cultures seem to prefer substances that expand horizons rather than limiting them. My own native culture has nothing of the sort, pleasure of any kind beyond rarefied intellectual satisfaction being alien to us. I had become more comfortable at casual conversation with humans during the past year. Eddie -- that was his name, Eddie Fowler -- asked about me and my history, and I lied generously. My name was Valerie -- Valerie Gurzakin. I was from the Czech Republic, I told him, but my parents were both Slovaks. Being a foreigner explains a lot of things, I've found, from accent to unfamiliarity with common references. No, I wasn't from Prague (the only Czech city most Americans know of, if any) but a small village in the north called Zentac, which I pronounced as if it ended in 'sh.' I had come to America as a student and now worked as a translator for a company doing business in eastern Europe. Eddie bought it all without question. All the time we were talking, I was wondering if he was going to be the one. I was pretty certain that he was in favor of it, and I wanted to, sort of. I mean... I'd never done this. Not just as a human, but as a Nxtlaqtha. This, as you know, is my first real assignment. Before coming to Earth, I was young, at least in our terms. And there had never been an opportunity or reason at the same time for me to get around to it. I might have gone another 100 of our years -- nearly 130 of yours -- before I was really ready to mate. But this human body was ready. I could tell. I had felt it pulling me for several months before I understood. At first, I just knew it wanted something. Later, I knew what it wanted. A man. And I found I wanted to give my body a man. Well, why not? It wouldn't interfere with my mission. On the contrary, the information would be interesting and probably useful. Certainly, it would be my most intimate interaction with a human to date. So I decided Eddie was going to get lucky. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. Fortunately, human males are generally the aggressors sexually. I knew all I needed was to somehow communicate my willingness and Eddie would take over. So I turned to the side and pulled my shoulders back as if stretching out a kink in my back, which made my breasts jut forward in a manner I knew males find compelling, and then leaned forward while talking with him, pointing the opening of my blouse toward him and giving him a good look into my cleavage. That got his attention. And I looked him in the eyes, laughed at his jokes, touched his hand on the table with mine, and slowly dragged my fingertip across the back of his hand when I withdrew it. Pretty soon, he was so obviously interested that I would have laughed (Laughing is a WONDERFUL human invention) except that I knew human men don't like to be laughed at. I was determined to enjoy the preliminaries, however strange they might seem. We sat down on his sofa, and Eddie immediately put his arm around my shoulders, then pulled me toward him and moved his face toward mine. I knew he wanted to kiss, so I puckered my lips to meet his. I could tell right away that he was a little surprised, because he pulled back a little. Analyzing it quickly, I decided that I was holding my lips too firmly, so I let them relax. That seemed more like it, because he pressed his mouth to mine again and sort of wriggled it from side to side. Then I felt his slimy tongue push forward from his mouth into mine. Restraining the impulse to bite it, I stayed relaxed and let him worm his tongue around in my mouth. Once I got used to the idea, it felt pretty good. We did that for a while, then Eddie sat back and, by pulling on my shoulders, indicated that he wanted me to turn the other way. I tucked my feet up onto the sofa and turned to face him, lying across his lap. Eddie wrapped his arms around me and recommenced his kisses. This time, when he poked his tongue between my lips, I licked back. He seemed to like that, and he also liked it when I opened my mouth wider and let him probe around the inside of my mouth. The kissing and the close, warm feeling of our bodies pressed together sent a pleasant tingle throughout my body. I was slightly alarmed at first but then realized that it was responding to the caresses and intimacy. In particular, I noticed that my sex organ developed a tendency to contract and relax without my conscious will. It was also lubricating. I could feel the dampness in my panties where the fabric pressed against the outer lips of my vulva. Eddie moved his hand to my stomach and stroked it in slow circles, which did nothing for me. Then he slid it slowly and tentatively upward until it came to rest just under my left breast. I could feel the under surface resting lightly on his hand, which I found strangely thrilling. While I knew, academically at least, that human female breasts were considered part of the sexual equipment, I had generally understood that to mean that human males considered them such. The mammary fixation of the male population was apparent, but my own experience to that moment was that breasts were simply somewhat inconvenient reserve equipment for nursing infants and, other than that, had no role or purpose. When Eddie slid his hand higher to cup my breast in his palm and squeeze it gently with his fingers, I discovered that my assumption was incorrect. It felt good and resulted in more contracting and dampness at my middle. I pressed my breast into Eddie's palm, encouraging him to continue. We continued to kiss and fondle for several minutes. Actually, I did very little myself other than be receptive, although I had a vague sense that I should do something. My hands stroked Eddie's back and gripped his head, but that didn't seem enough. Before long, I felt Eddie's fingers fumbling at my back and realized that he was trying to unbutton my dress. Not knowing what else to do, I lay in his arms passively and let him. He was not as adept as one might have expected, but eventually he got the top several buttons unfastened. His warm and slightly moist palm stroked my back and shoulders, which I found surprisingly sensuous, especially when he curled his fingers and dragged his fingernails across the skin. My body shuddered involuntarily and my shoulders twitched several times in response. Encouraged, Eddie unfastened the remaining buttons down to the small of my back. Then, while maintaining a particularly long and motile kiss -- presumably to stifle any protest I might otherwise make -- Eddie began to pull the top of my dress forward from my shoulders. I made no protest -- indeed, I had no intention of protesting -- and even helped by shrugging my shoulders forward and then slipping my arms, one after the other, out the short sleeves. The top half slid into my lap, exposing my upper torso to the waist except for the peach-colored brassiere that supported my mammaries. I had chosen it carefully that morning -- an underwire variety that exposed more of my breast flesh than usual. Relaxing his arms slightly and allowing my body to drop backward, Eddie kissed his way to my ear, then to my throat (which I found very pleasurable) and then down across my thorax to the uncovered tops of my breasts. His lips touched me lightly and nibbled their way to the hollow between them. His tongue poked out and licked down into the deep valley. I kept telling myself to stop observing and simply participate. I focused on the touch of his lips against my skin and the firm, wet slide of his tongue tip as it traced along my breast flesh. I felt like I wanted to pull his face into me and press it against my breasts, and so I did. Shortly thereafter, Eddie's fingers slid to the middle of my back and began to fumble at the band stretched across it. I arched my back slightly to ease the strain on the band, and he managed to release without too much trouble the three hooks that held it together. Propping me against his knees, Eddie pulled both sides forward and away, slid the straps off my arms, and then tossed my brassiere to the side. He gazed admiringly at my bare breasts and smiled. "Nice!" he said, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "So pretty!" I blushed at the compliment, pleased that he found my upper torso attractive, and buried my face in his shoulder. I was not feigning shyness. This was all new to me, and I felt very uncertain about my proper role and response. My assumption was that the human male took the controlling role in sexual congress and that what I needed to do was let him. But I was finding that to be inadequate. First, I felt like I should be doing something besides lie there. More, I felt I wanted to do something, too. And I could sense that Eddie was uncertain in the face of my passivity. The answer was poking me in the side. Eddie had slipped his arm around my shoulders again and was cradling me against his chest, one hand cupping my breast, his thumb stroking over the top and across the nipple, which was swelling and sticking out and sending pleasant, throbbing tingles through my body. My nipples weren't the only thing swelling and throbbing. I could feel Eddie's male organ against my hip, a sizable lump that stiffened and relaxed and stiffened again. Tentatively, I slid my hand from his waist to the front of his pants and traced along the swelling with a finger. "Ummmmm," Eddie moaned, and kissed me more deeply. That seemed encouraging, so I wrapped my fingers around the lump, surprised by its length and girth. It was quite a bit larger than illustrations had led me to believe. "Oooh, jeez," Eddie gasped, breaking the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips. "That feels really good!" He moved his hips back and forth, which made his penis slide inside my loose grip. Assuming that was pleasurable, I mimicked the move, sliding my hand back and forth, and was rewarded with another gasp. I was surprised to feel pleased by my ability to give him pleasure. Eddie's lips were all over my exposed flesh -- at the small hollow at the base of my throat, at the back of my jaw, at the opening of my ear where his breath sparked new tingles and the probing tip of his tongue caused a shudder, at my breasts where he sucked and nibbled and made more sparks course through me. Gently, Eddie slid me across his lap and onto the sofa seat. He kissed me again, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, and put his hand on my knee. His fingers caressed the inside, stroking lightly. It felt very nice to have him do that. I was again surprised at this body and the unexpected pleasures that touches in various locations produced. As it turned out, the pleasure was repeated, even intensified, at other locations along my inner leg as Eddie slowly stroked and tickled his way higher. I let my legs relax and gap open, allowing him easier access. It was pretty clear where he was headed, and I was interested in the result. "Do you like that?" Eddie whispered in my ear. "Ummmm," I answered. "Oh, yes. It feels...delicious." I could feel his lips smile against my ear, and then he stuck the tip of his tongue into the canal, again. I was growing fond of that move, which always sent tingles running up and down my spine. Eddie's fingers inched higher, up between my thighs. As I had surmised, he was working his way up to my sex organ. He seemed tentative and cautious, as if I might at any moment push him away. I had no intention of removing his hand, which was producing increasingly strong feelings -- strange sensations that were completely novel to my experience. If anything, I was more likely to grab his wrist and pull his hand up to the target, eliminating the delay. On the other hand, I was enjoying the slow, sensuous approach. I was content to let him take his time. I spread my legs a little wider, allowing my dress to rise up nearly to my crotch. Eventually, his fingers got there. Eddie slid a finger under the elastic of my undergarment, ran it through the hair above my sex and down along the side, then brought it back across and stroked down along the other side. I strained my hips forward, willing him to touch it in the center. Instead, he withdrew his finger and returned his hand to my upper thigh, where he stroked and tickled some more. Finally, though, he moved his hand upward and cupped it over my sex organ. My hips pushed forward against his touch as though they were operating independently of me. Not that I tried to stop them. Eddie's fingers pressed firmly against me and wriggled back and forth, making the lips of my sex rub together. I found it both enjoyable and frustrating. It wasn't quite enough. I wanted his hand under the fabric, not on top of it. I wanted it to touch me THERE, flesh against flesh. Then, finally, Eddie slid his hand up to the waistband. His fingers wiggled their way under the elastic and crept downward through the curly hair that covered my pubis. The anticipation I felt was almost unbearable. Instead of touching the nearest point -- the top of the opening, which I could already tell was especially sensitive -- Eddie spread his fingers into a V and pushed them down along either side. Gently, lightly, his middle finger came to rest on the vertical slit between my thighs. "Ahhhhhh!" The sigh came from deep inside me. Eddie increased the pressure slightly and slid his hand up and down, which made his middle finger slip between the lips of my sex. His finger probed inward, seeking and finding the small, tight channel into my body. Eddie had stopped kissing me and was looking downward across my bare breasts to where his hand was stroking and exploring inside my underpants. I felt a stab of pain in my lower lip and realized that I was biting it between my teeth. My thighs were quivering with tension, my pelvis straining upward to meet his touch. The sigh -- almost a groan -- that escaped me was involuntary. Eddie slid his hand upward and out of my undies, tracing his finger through the slit as he did so and managing to drag his fingertip across the little bump that had sprung up near the top. An electric shock jolted through me, making my whole body jerk in response. I was amazed by the feeling of intense, almost painful pleasure. Meanwhile, Eddie started pushing my underpants down, first on one side and then the other. I lay there, physically passive but mentally urging him onward. It eventually occurred to me that the process would go faster if I raised my hips off the sofa. I did, and Eddie slid my panties down my legs and off my feet. Despite his hungry glance at what he had just uncovered, I wasn't embarrassed to be so uncovered with another. We have no modesty taboos among the Nxtlaqu, clothing being not only unnecessary but in fact impossible for my race. Eddie would have soon distracted me in any case. He brushed his fingers languorously up the inside of my leg, starting from my ankle and arriving eventually back at the top. Once there, his fingers sought and found again the opening between my thighs, a process that I assisted by spreading them wider. Eddie slipped a finger between the lips again, dragged it up over the bump again with the same result as before, and then slid it downward and inward. Now, I'd had my own fingers there before when I was first getting acquainted with my new body. I recall it was mildly pleasurable, but mostly I found the passage almost dry and therefore difficult. I had only penetrated a short distance, simply verifying that it was there. At the time, I was more curious about where the body's urine came out than with potential sexual use. This was entirely different, however. Eddie's finger slipped easily back and forth in the plentiful lubrication that had accumulated. There was resistance, to be sure, when he pressed his fingertip inward, but that was mostly because of the tightness of the channel. Repeatedly sliding in and out spread the lubrication around, and each time he returned to the opening his finger penetrated a little farther. I found myself mentally urging his fingertip on, wanting all of it inside me. I began rocking my hips back and forth, helping Eddie work his finger deeper and deeper. My breath, I noted, had become uneven. Gradually, Eddie sank his middle finger into my vagina as deep as it would go. Once there, he rotated it inside me, pressing against and stretching the encircling wall of muscle. I was surprised to discover that, while having his finger inside me was just what I wanted and certainly pleasant, the most intense feelings of pleasure came from the opening of the channel, from the fleshy lips that surrounded it, and most of all from the little bump of flesh near the top of the opening, which was now more swollen than ever. Eddie was apparently more familiar with female equipment than I was, since he kept running his thumb across the bump from time to time. The fact that I sighed or moaned every time he did so no doubt encouraged him. My body, with no direction from me, wiggled and wriggled and jumped in response. "You like that, don't you?" Eddie said, which was almost exactly what he'd said the last time he'd spoken, minutes before. Well, he was still right. In truth, I was half stunned by the intensity of the pleasure, far stronger than I'd ever imagined, that spread through my body in waves emanating from my center, where his finger churned in my sex. I couldn't answer Eddie's question, only squeeze at his shoulders, where I was hanging on for dear life. "Well, then, let's see how you like this!" Eddie said, sliding his finger out of me. I was about to tell him that I didn't much care for it, but then he slid of the couch and moved between my legs. I realized quickly that he was going to do something else to me. I assumed we were ready for the main event. Wrong. Eddie grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the sofa. My legs gapped open, giving him a clear look at my wet and (I noticed) somewhat fragrant sex. I expected him to unfasten his pants and reveal the lump, and I was looking forward to my first non- textbook look at the male sex organ with great curiosity. Instead, Eddie bent forward and began to kiss and lick and nibble all around my middle. I almost laughed in surprise. I had a sudden thought that perhaps Eddie didn't know what he was supposed to do and that I, of all creatures, might have to explain it to him. It felt good but, after all, that was hardly the point. But then Eddie stuck out his tongue and licked it across my precious little bump, and I decided -- What the hell, I could explain it to him later. He poked his tongue deep into my channel and worked it around up in there, then licked my bump again. Whee! Eddie began a steady attack on my sex with his mouth, sucking the lips in and gnawing gently, probing and licking with his tongue. He used his fingers to spread the lips open and licked my slit from top to bottom and from bottom to top, pausing occasionally to lash my lovely, adorable, marvelous little bump with his squirmy, wormy tongue. I lay there limply, arms collapsed at my sides, my knees spread outward loosely, while Eddie nuzzled my... my... It WASN'T my sex organ, I decided suddenly. It wasn't my vulva, my vagina, my slot, or even my slit. It was my PUSSY! It was my CUNT! He had his tongue in my CUNT, and I LOVED it! I wrapped my hands around the back of Eddie's head and pressed his face into my PUSSY. It felt GOOD! (Memo to HQ: We may have lost something here.) Eddie sensed my change in attitude, I think. It wasn't that I'd seemed reluctant before. On the contrary, I had encouraged and permitted him every step of the way. But now I was READY! He raised up on his knees, his face glistening with our combined juices, and began to tear open his belt. With quick moves, he popped the top button of his pants, dragged down the zipper with a sharp rasp, and shoved his pants down to his knees. When he straightened up, I saw it. My god! I flinched. My knees would have snapped shut if Eddie hadn't been between them. I had assumed the pictures were close-ups, magnified to show the detail. After all, the textbooks said the male sex organ was normally three or four inches long. Eddie's penis was at least twice that, and it stuck straight out from his body, even a few degrees above horizontal. It seemed to vibrate with energy. It was flush and crimson, the head almost purple, and it jumped and jittered and strained like a prancing horse, eager to plunge into me. Into my poor, wee little never-before-penetrated tight virginal slit. I knew there was no way it was going to fit in there. It would damage me, tear me, split me. Eddie seemed completely unconcerned about potential damage. He put his hands on my thighs and knee-walked forward, pressing deeper between my legs. In self- defense, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his penis and felt for the first time that strange, velvety, soft-covered steel. The skin slid over a harder core, back and forth. It was enough to make Eddie pause for a moment. His head went back, eyes closed, and he pumped his hips back and forth several times, making his erection slide within my grip. "Jeez, Valerie," he hissed through bared teeth. "Oh, god! Your hand feels so good!" I found that, despite my fear, his penis felt good in my hand, too. I squeezed my fingers more tightly and moved my hand back and forth along its length. The little slit on the tip of it winked open, and I saw a drop of fluid emerge like a tear from a vertical eye. "Damn! I just gotta!" Eddie said. He brushed my hand away, replaced it with his own, and scooted closer. I felt the shaft nudge between my thighs and the soft tip bump against the wetness at my center. He worked the head up and down with his hand, sliding it in the lubrication. He pushed with his hips and it slid upward and across my bump. Chills raced up and down my spine. Eddie pushed down on his penis, and I felt the head find and lodge in the opening. I had a moment of panic before I realized that I was perfectly competent to stop this any time I wanted to. A quick chop to the side of his neck and Eddie would be unconscious. A little harder chop and he would cease to be. If it was too much, I'd tell him to stop. If that didn't work, I'd do what I had to do. I hadn't gone this far to quit without really trying. I could take it if an ordinary human female could, I told myself. "Please," I said, my voice cracking from not having spoken in so long. Eddie, penis in hand, had started to press forward. He hesitated and looked at me. "I've... never done this before." The change was immediate and encouraging. Eddie's whole attitude seemed to soften. "You're a... a virgin?" he asked, not really believing it. "Yeah," I said. "Well..." His eyes darted from side to side, uncertain. "I want to," I said. "But I'm afraid. You're so big." Eddie blushed. I liked that. "I... I'll go slow," he said. "Will you?" "Yes." I hesitated. "Okay." "You sure?" "Yes." Eddie moved forward again, guiding himself with one hand, leaning on the other. Again, I felt the blunt head press against me. Again, he moved it up and down, snuggling between the lips of my opening and wetting the head with my juice. Then he pressed the head downward slightly, and I felt it center at the entrance. Then, rather than poking forward with his hips to push into me, Eddie let his weight slowly and gradually settle downward. The pressure increased so little, so painlessly, that I relaxed. And felt the head of his stiff rod slip into the opening. I tensed again, more from fear than anything else, and Eddie froze, suspended above me, quivering but not pushing inward. "Relax," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you." I couldn't say anything. The lump in my throat felt as big as the lump in my pussy. But I wanted it. Unable to speak, I relaxed my knees, which had clasped his hips in fear. I sighed, and opened to him again. Eddie pulled back slightly, pressed forward just a little farther, pulled back again, pressed farther. I felt him invading me, a living thing, velvet-covered steel. It was strange, scary and incredibly exciting. It was so... intimate... this invasion of my body by another, this joining of two separate beings into one. My mind was reeling, but my body knew what to do. Together this time, we each pulled back slightly and then pushed forward -- a mutual, willing joining. I felt him slide deeper into me. Looking down between us, I could see he was almost halfway in. Although I felt stretched, there was no pain. Far from it. What I felt instead was an intense longing for more. I wanted Eddie to stretch me to the fullest extent possible. I wanted him all the way up inside me. My sexual equipment, I realized in a sudden flash, was designed for this. However intimidating his erection had seemed at first, it was clear that my body could accommodate it. This was going to be easy. Eddie pulled back again and pressed forward. I opened my thighs to welcome him and pushed my hips up to meet him and -- YOW! -- jerked back instantly as a sharp pain shot through me from somewhere inside there. My eyes must have reflected my panic as I looked up at Eddie. He held himself there above me and made calming noises. "It's okay, it's okay," he said. "It's just your cherry. We've got to break it, but it'll be over soon. It's like a Band-Aid. Do it slow and it hurts. Do it quick and it doesn't." I knew that; I'd just forgotten. About the hymen, I mean. I knew it was there, or at least assumed it was. And I knew that it was torn in a woman's first intercourse, sometimes caused a little bleeding, but was no big thing. At least that's what the books said. But right now, I had this thing sticking in my body threatening to hurt me up inside where I felt most vulnerable. Eddie gulped. "We don't have to," he said. "We can quit if you don't want to." I could tell he didn't want to say that. But I also thought he meant it. "No," I said, "I really want to. I... I've gone this far. I have to do it sometime. It might as well be now." Eddie looked down at me, so vulnerable beneath him, and gave me a funny, touching smile. "It won't be so bad," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "Look, put your legs up, around my waist. I'll do it quick, and then it'll be over. And...and you'll be glad. It'll be fine after that, I promise. You'll forget all about it. You'll like it." Gathering my courage, I did what he asked. Lifting my heels up into the air, I wrapped them around his waist and locked my ankles. I felt completely vulnerable. Eddie raised up a little to get a better angle. Keeping his penis well inside me, he rocked back and forth, sliding in and out just a little, getting wet, watching my face. He pushed forward enough to make me wince, then backed off again. "Relax," he said. I let out the breath I'd been holding, let myself fall back against the sofa. With a quick jerk forward of his hips, Eddie drove his hard pole into me. There was a sharp prick of pain that was immediately replaced by wonder and awe as his penis slid all the way into me, stretching me open, plunging into my depths, making me feel like nothing else ever had. I can't really describe it. It was wonderfully, womanly sexy. I had a man inside me, doing what men and women do. I was getting fucked. I loved it. Eddie held still, buried all the way in me, until he felt me relax again. "Okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine." "Can I...?" "Yes," I said. "Oh, yes. Go ahead. Do it." I wasn't really sure what he was going to do, but I was very sure I wanted whatever it was. I admit to being slightly confused about how long the process was supposed to take. I knew the end result, of course. Was he going to do that now, ejaculate in me? What he was going to do, it turned out, was to begin slowly sliding his penis in and out of me. Eddie slowly pulled back, drawing his erection gradually out until just the head remained inside. I felt a terrible sense of loss. No, no, don't leave... And then, just as slowly, he pushed back inside me, spreading, penetrating, pushing down into my center, generating an incredible sense of fulfillment and pleasure and downright primitive sexuality. Then pulled back again and pushed in again. Slowly and steadily, Eddie began to pump into me. Gradually, he increased the tempo, pushing his stiff flesh rod into my opening. At first, I was aware of a tenderness inside, presumably where he had torn my maidenhead. But that quickly passed, drowned out by a rising feeling that I had no name for, no experience of. Eddie buried himself in me, pressing his pubic mound against mine, forcing my legs wide, spreading me open to his attack. The pressure against my supersensitive flesh, especially the bump of exquisite sensation at the top of my notch, sent waves of pleasure rolling through my body. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pressing him into me, goading him with my heels. Awash in my liquid slipperiness, Eddie's rigid penis pistoned in and out of me, dragging along the bump and sending out sharp shocks of pleasure. He plummeted in and out, faster and faster, his body smacking into mine, driving into me. I matched his rhythm, pushed my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, reveling in the feel of his flesh slipping inside my tunnel. Eddie was grunting with animal passion in time to his thrusts, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" His body covered mine, pressed into me, but I pulled at him, wanting more, wanting him, it almost seemed, to thrust all the way through me and merge his body with mine. Then, still hammering me relentlessly, he threw back his head, baring his teeth in a grimace that looked more like pain than pleasure, and with a cry from deep inside, shot his sperm into my pussy. I felt it, felt his penis twitch and spasm within my sensitive grasp, felt him hunch and jerk out of control as he jetted and spurted inside me. I dressed quickly. I wanted to get away by myself and think about all that had happened today. Picking up my purse, I cast a quick glance around to make sure I hadn't left anything, and headed for the door. Eddie watched me with a strange look on his face, but hugged and kissed me goodbye and opened the door for me. "Uh... Can I see you again?" I paused, halfway out the door. "You mean like this?" "Well, sure. I mean, I'd like to see you, go out, do things together. But..." "But you'd want to do this -- have sex -- again?" "Uh, yeah. Of course. Didn't you... I mean, wasn't it good for you?" "Yes, I enjoyed it, and thank you," I said. "I wanted to do that very much. But I'm not sure I want to again." "Huh?" "That seemed pretty close to perfect to me," I said. "I'd hate to spoil it by trying to match it. Do you know what I mean?" "Frankly, no," Eddie said. "I mean, it was good, for a first time, but... Well, there's lots we didn't do." "You mean, there's more?" It was my turn to be puzzled. "Hell, yes." "Hmmmm," I said. This was something that would require more thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Diary of Valerie Gurzakin' by Titmouse. Story 26 Author's Note: I had fun with this and hope you did, too. Of course, we would almost certainly seem pretty strange to any alien culture. But, I thought, inhabiting another species body might have unexpected consequences. Much of our behavior, we know, is prompted if not controlled by genetics, which exerts far more control than our recently developed brain in determining what we feel and do. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.

T18 Turn About {Titmouse} (Mf,teen,anal) SEQ Young Love ------------------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Turn About (A sequel to 'Young Love') by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved Janice Cramer, the young student who had insisted I seduce her, didn't keep her tongue-in-cheek promise that we would get together again the next day. That was just as well, as our session the previous day had pretty well drained me of anything more than an intellectual interest in sex. So, Sunday, I just lazed around the house, alternating between panic at what I'd done -- a high school teacher bonking one of his very much underage students -- and moments of incredible delight as I remembered how eager, sexy and grown-up Janice had been in her first experience with lovemaking. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. When I was the proper age to date girls like Janice, I was never successful in getting any of them to go all the way. And while I'd had my share of women since then, certainly none of them had been a young, beautiful, inexperienced but very eager teenager with a body that was lush, ripe, untouched and perfect. Scenes from our afternoon session at her uncle's cabin kept flashing through my mind... the first kiss in the cabin... the sight of her firm, teenage tits as Janice lay there on the bed, inviting me to look... the feel of her hesitant mouth as she slid it over my cock for the first time... the look on her face when the first jet of my cum exploded into her mouth, and the eager, frenzied attack that followed as she did her best to suck all the cum out of me... the moment when I broke her cherry and the incredible feel as my prick slid all the way into her body for the first time... the sight of her on top of me, bucking her hips to shove my cock as deeply as possible and waggle it back and forth in her. Despite my depleted condition, my dick responded to my daydreams. It would stretch and expand, hurting slightly, whenever I thought of our lovemaking session, although seldom achieving a full, rampant hard-on. Still, it was clear I would soon be ready for more. Whether more would include Janice was very much the question that perplexed me. On one hand was the fact that nothing in recent memory had excited me the way Janice had on Saturday. It's hard to imagine anything more erotic than a perfectly-built, beautiful teenage who is eager to try anything and who responds to everything with the energy and passion of discovery. On the other hand, I'm a teacher. The consequences of getting caught would be enormous and permanent. If anyone found out about last Saturday -- let alone any potential future sessions -- my ruin would be immediate. Society, for good reason, frowns on that sort of thing. Despite knowing better, I couldn't help spending most of the day Sunday wishing the phone would ring. And when it did, and it wasn't Janice, I couldn't help feeling disappointed. It was almost 10 p.m. when the phone rang again. I was in the middle of a movie on one of the cable channels and answered distractedly. "Mr. Mansfield?" I knew instantly that it was Janice. "Uh...hi," I said. "I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier," she said. "When I got up this morning, my folks said we were going to spend the day with my grandparents, and I couldn't get time to call before we left without... you know... raising questions." "That's okay," I said. "I didn't really expect you to call." "Well, I did," Janice said, a slight pout in her tone of voice. "Didn't you want me to call?" "Yes," I said, "and no. I've been in a daze. I keep remembering yesterday. But I also keep thinking it was a really foolish thing for me to do." "Are you scared?" she asked, putting her finger exactly on the problem. "I guess I am," I admitted. "I could get in a lot of trouble, you know." "I know," Janice said. There was a silence for a while. "Look," she said, "I don't know how to make you feel okay about it. Just... well, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You were wonderful to me, and I'll always be grateful." "It's not you I'm worried about," I said. "Anybody could have seen us, and it would be all over for me." There was another silence. "Does that mean you don't want to get together again?" Janice asked finally. "The truth is that I want to so bad that it scares me," I said. "But I don't think it would be a good idea." This time the silence stretched for a long time. "Okay," Janice said, quietly, sadly. "I guess I understand. Thank you for everything, Mr. Mansfield. It was wonderful, and I'll never forget you." She hung up without saying goodbye. Afterward, I still had mixed feelings. In some ways, I was very relieved that it was over. I had taken a huge risk, and it looked like I would get away with it unless Janice was a very different person than I thought she was. On the other hand, I had given up the chance for another opportunity to make love with her. My brain told me I was much better off; my body was disappointed and a little pissed off. I tried to watch the rest of the movie, but all I could think about was Janice. Finally, I gave up in disgust and went to bed, where I tossed and turned for more than an hour before falling asleep. Monday, I didn't see Janice until after lunch, when she filed into the room for my 1:30 history class. She saw me looking at her and gave me a grin and a quick wink. Other than that, Janice behaved as usual, asking two questions that showed she had not only read the weekend assignment but thought about it. When class was over, she left without saying anything, although she gave me another quick but friendly smile on the way out. Tuesday was the same. Wednesday, Janice joined a small group around my desk after class to ask questions about the assignment I had just given but left when the others did. Thursday, I ran into Janice in the hall just outside the lunchroom. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I said back. "How are you?" "I'm fine," Janice said. We stood there looking at each other for a moment. "Look," she said, "I'd like to talk to you." "Do you think that's smart?" I asked. She hesitated. "I just want to talk," Janice said. "It's about Jimmy." I was just getting used to the idea that we were going to let well enough alone. Getting together didn't seem like such a hot idea. On the other hand, as long as we avoided the subject and especially the activity of our previous get-together, I couldn't really object. There was a worried look to Janice's eyes. She had been and was one of my favorite students, and we had also shared a wonderful experience. I wanted to be helpful, thought that maybe I owed it to her, and, to be honest, there was also a thought in the back of my mind that I didn't want to get her angry with me. "Okay, I guess," I said. "When?" "Saturday," Janice said, as if she'd been prepared for the question. "Same time, same place." "Uh...." "Don't worry," she said. "I just want to talk. It's just the best place I can think of." "Well, okay," I said after thinking about it for a moment. "See you then," Janice said, and walked away. On Saturday, I arrived at her uncle's lakeside cabin about five minutes after one o'clock. As before, Janice's car was already there, and she stepped out of the door to greet me as I parked beside it. She was wearing a large denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the tail hanging out over white shorts. "Hi," she called to me brightly from the cabin's porch. "Hi," I said back. "Come on in," she said, turning and walking into the cabin. "I made some iced tea, if you want it." Glancing around to reassure myself that no one was around, I followed Janice in. She walked over to the kitchen table and sat down facing me. I took a chair across from her. We chitchatted for a while, talking about school and family. I began to get impatient and decided to take the plunge first. "So," I said, "what's going on? You said you wanted to talk about Jimmy." "Yeah," Janice said, but then said nothing else. "So what's going on between you two?" I prompted. "Well," she said, "after we talked Sunday and decided we weren't going to... you know... Well, I decided that maybe I'd try it with Jimmy." I wasn't surprised. It was one of the things I'd considered after Janice had said she wanted to talk. "And..." I prompted. "How did it go?" Janice sighed. "It was pretty much of a disaster," she said. "How so?" "I brought Jimmy out here Wednesday night," she said, "and I let him. So we did it." Janice frowned. "That part wasn't so awful, I guess, but everything else was. We broke up Thursday after school." "I'm sorry," I said. "What went wrong?" They had arrived at the cabin just after sunset on Wednesday night, Janice said. They had sat on the couch, drinking cokes, and soon wound up making out. Janice had not told Jimmy -- had not really decided until the last moment -- that she was going to let him make love to her. But one thing led to another. She had let him open her blouse and play with her breasts, then let him unhook her bra and fondle her naked tits. Janice had let him pet her pussy, too, first outside and then inside her pants. She had let him push her pants down, which was the first time she had permitted that, then had let him undress her completely, lay her back on the sofa and put it in. "I was pretty excited," Janice said. "I wanted him to do it really bad. And he did. He put it in me and... well, he only lasted about 30 seconds and then it was all over." She gave me a wry smile, not saying it but obviously remembering the hours we had spent together only a week ago. "So I thought I'd try to get him going again, you know? And he let me touch him, but when I tried to... you know... kiss it?... well he got upset and wouldn't let me. I tried to tell him it was okay, but he just got madder and madder. He said he knew I'd done it before. He said only bad girls did that sort of thing, and anyway, it had been too easy when he put it in me. And he was mad because he said I'd been pretending to be, you know, goody-goody, when all the time I was just a slut." Janice had tried to calm him, but Jimmy was completely unreasonable. He was mad because she hadn't let him before, and he also seemed mad that she had let him this time. She tried to get him going again, but he rejected her angrily and just got more upset. "I don't understand," Janice said. "I gave him what he wanted, but it didn't make him happy, it made him mad." There were tears welling up in her eyes. "Maybe he's just too young," I said, and then immediately regretted it. I didn't want to give Janice any ideas. "It sounds to me like he may have been feeling guilty. Sometimes, you only think you want something but, when you get it, you find out that it's a lot more complicated than you thought." "But what am I going to do?" Janice wailed. Tears rolled down her cheek. Without thinking, I got up and went over to her. When I patted her shoulder to comfort her, she stood up and threw her arms around my neck, sobbing against my shoulder. I patted her back reassuringly, uncomfortably aware of her breasts pressing against me. I hugged her and she snuggled against me. An electric charge jumped between us. We both knew instantly that things had changed. Janice wrapped her arms tighter around me, pulling herself close. On their own, my hands switched from patting her back to stroking it. A moment later, Janice lifted her face to me, eyes closed. I hesitated only briefly before lowering my mouth to hers. The kiss went on for a long time. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and Janice opened to me eagerly, letting her tongue play with mine. Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me down to her and lifting herself up. I put a hand on her ass and pulled her pelvis against mine. My leg slipped between hers, and Janice pressed against it. She moaned, partly in relief and partly in passion. When we finally broke from the kiss, Janice opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I really didn't mean to do this, but I can't help it," she said. "We really shouldn't," I said. "I know," Janice said, looking directly into my eyes, "and I don't give a damn." She stepped back slightly but took my hand. "Come on," she said, "let's stop pretending we're not going to. I want you to make love to me again." She led me to the couch, the same one that had witnessed her scene with Jimmy. The bed was only a little farther away in the small cabin, but I sensed that Janice wanted to replace a bad memory with a good one. When we got to the couch, she let go of my hand and sat down. "Stay right there," she said, guiding me in front of her. "I've been thinking about this all week. That's why I wanted to do it with Jimmy." Janice reached up to the zipper of my pants and slowly slid it down. She reached into the fly and put her hand on my prick, which was already getting hard. Janice moved her hand up and down a couple of times, then worked her hand into the slit of my underwear and wrapped her fingers around me. I swelled in her fingers. Using both hands now, Janice pulled and tugged and guided until my cock head popped out. She pushed the cloth back until it stood out free and clear. Janice could have let go of my prick entirely and it would still have stood straight out. But she didn't let go. Instead, Janice put a hand behind my fanny and pulled me toward her. Her other hand was wrapped around my cock. She opened her mouth and guided me to it. Her warm lips nibbled softly on the end of my prick. Then Janice opened her mouth a little more and began to lick all around the head. She raised me up so that she could lap her tongue along the bottom. She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft to where it protruded from my pants and then, pressing her tongue flat against the bottom side of my cock, ran it all the way back up to the head. Pointing the helmeted head right at her mouth again, Janice moved her head forward, her lips closed but yielding. As her mouth pushed forward, she allowed my prick to slide into between her welcoming lips, pushing them open wider and wider as she took more of it into her. My cock had turned into a solid pole. When she had taken me as deeply as she comfortably could, deeply enough that she had to move her fingers out of the way, Janice slowly pulled back, dragging her pursed lips along the shaft until just the head was still in her mouth. She held me in her mouth there, nursing on the head of my cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she suck on it. After doing that several times, my prick was slick with her saliva. Janice tightened her fingers around the shaft and began to jack me off as well as blow me. Her hand and mouth moved up and down together, squeezing tightly. Sometimes, Janice would twist her wrist, wringing her hand around the shaft instead of up and down. Sometimes, she would hold the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, while rapidly jerking her hand up and down. I stood there in front of her, sometimes watching Janice as she worked on my cock eagerly, other times tilting my head up, eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of her hand, mouth and lips as she worked on me. After a while, I decided I was either going to have to stop her or let her make me cum this way. It was tempting, but I wanted to be closer to her. I wanted to feel her firm, young body next to me. Reluctantly, I pulled back, causing an audible smack as my cock slid out of Janice's clinging, sucking lips. "Wasn't that okay," she asked, looking worried. "Oh, my, yes," I reassured her. "If anything, it was too good. I just want to be inside you when I cum." "Well, we could do it more than once, couldn't we," Janice asked, smiling. "I seem to remember we did it at least twice last Saturday." "True," I said, "and who knows what we'll do this time. But right now, I want to hold you, not stand here barely touching you, sexy as that might be." I sat beside Janice, then, realizing the couch was not very wide, changed my mind and slipped to my knees on the floor. I urged her to lay back, slid a cushion under her head and shoulders, then bent forward to kiss her. Janice welcomed the kiss eagerly, and soon we were probing each other's mouth passionately. After a while, I moved my mouth to her ear and then her neck, nibbling at the sensitive areas under her jaw and along her neck and in the hollow at the base. I moved my hands to the buttons of her shirt. The first two were already unbuttoned. The third, when opened, revealed a hint of cleavage. The fourth showed all of the tops of her breasts and part of her bra. I lowered my lips to the valley between her breasts and kissed her lovely young tits, extending my tongue to trace the line between them. Meanwhile, I continued to unbutton the shirt. When all the buttons were open, I spread the shirt open, revealing Janice's slim torso and her lovely breasts, which were cupped in a sexy red bra. I slid my hands under her back, which made her arch her back and display them even more prominently, and quickly slipped the hooks open. Pulling my hands out and bringing the ends of the back strap with them, I lifted the bra away from her gorgeous teenage tits. As before, her firm young tits rode high on her chest, scarcely flattening at all even though Janice was lying on her back. I dropped my face to her breasts again and sucked on each of her nipples in turn. She pushed them up to my mouth eagerly, putting her hands behind my head to lift herself upward and press them against my face. "Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice murmured, "it feels so good when you do that." "Call me Jack," I said. "I think we're close enough for that." She smiled. "Lick my tits... Jack," she said. "Suck my nipples... Jack." I complied gladly. I moved my hands to the top of her shorts, unfastened the top button and slid the zipper down. Then, gripping them at the side, I tugged her shorts and panties down over her hips and fanny. Janice lifted her butt off the sofa to help me. She kicked off her sandals and moved her legs to help me as I slid the shorts down them and over her feet. I noticed that her panties were also red, matching the color of her bra. I guessed that she hadn't been entirely unprepared for the way things had worked out. Turning back to her, I ran my eyes over Janice's young but beautifully developed body, naked now except for the denim shirt around her shoulders. Shyly, she bent a knee and pressed her thighs together to mask her sex from my view. Truly, she was gorgeous. I lowered my head to her stomach and kissed and nibbled my way downward, flicking my tongue into her navel and dragging the tip down around the edge of the mat of her pubic hair and along the crease between her thigh and her sex. Raising up slightly, I centered my mouth and then moved down again, taking the top of her slot into my mouth. My tongue slid between the lips to find the bud of her clitoris. I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, then sucked on it. "Ohhhhh, Jack," Janice groaned. "Oh, god, I'd forgotten how good that feels." She pushed her hips upward, offering her sex to me. I licked downward, sliding my tongue between the lips and extending it to probe into her cunt channel. I thrust in and out several times, fucking her with my tongue. Janice spread her thighs wide to give me maximum access, her shyness long forgotten. "Ummmm," Janice moaned, "it feels so good when you lick me like that. Yes... yesss... oooh... right there... yesss..." As I worked on her pussy, Janice was clearly getting more and more aroused. Her hips were in continuous motion, rising and falling, rolling first one way then the other, as I dragged my tongue through her slit, sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and gnawed on them gently, pushed my tongue as deeply as possible into her snatch and attacked her clitoris, licking and sucking on it energetically. Shudders ran through her entire body every few moments. Her breathing alternated between deep sighs and ragged panting. Janice was making little whining noises deep in her throat. "Mmmmmmmm... ohhhhh... ooooh..." Janice moaned. "That feels so good, Jack. Ummmmm... ooooh... I'm... oh, god, Jack... I'm... ohhhh... Are you trying to make me cum? 'Cause... uhhhh... if you keep that up... oooooh... you're sure gonna make me." I raised my head slightly. "Yes, baby," I said. "I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna eat your pussy until you can't stand it. I'm gonna get your goodies, honey." I lowered my mouth to her cunt again and resumed my attack. Now that she knew I wanted her to cum, Janice abandoned any effort to hold back. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she shoved her hips up at me eagerly, opening herself to give me complete access. She reached down with one hand and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wider, exposing the nub of her clitoris to direct contact. While I nibbled and licked at her clit, I slipped a hand between her thighs and pushed a finger into her cunt, working it in and out at first to coat it with our combined juices, then plunging it all the way into her. Janice responded by lifting her hips almost off the sofa, pushing back against my invading finger to force it deeper into her channel. "Oh, god, Jack," she whimpered. "You're gonna make me cum. I can feel it... almost... yes... almost... yes, there... there... Oh! Oh! OH, GOD! YES! I'M CUMMING. AHHHHHH!" Janice froze for an instant and then exploded, her body shuddering and writhing on the sofa as the orgasm coursed through her. Her knees flew up, raising her feet from the couch, and her legs spread as wide as possible. I put my tongue right on her clit and shook my head from side to side like a terrier with a rat. Janice grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face against her pussy as she twitched her cunt up to my mouth and tongue. Then, her clit grown supersensitive from the stimulation, she pushed back on my head, her legs flopping down on the couch. Knowing she needed a break, I pulled back, nibbled at her thighs for a while, and then raised my head to look at her. Janice opened her eyes slightly to look at me, giving me a weak but very satisfied grin. "You've got pussy juice all over your face," she said. "I'm surprised I don't have it in my hair," I said, chuckling. I sat back on my heels and watched Janice as she gradually caught her breath and pulled herself together. She was a delightful, wanton sight as she lay there, her face and breasts flushed, her legs slightly apart, revealing her pussy to my gaze. The lips gaped open a little at the top, and her pink clitoris peeked out. Janice had closed her eyes again and was either unaware that I was running my eyes over her body or just didn't care. After a while, Janice opened her eyes and reached out to run a hand through my hair. "That was wonderful, Jack," she said. "Even better than the first time." I smiled at her. "I love doing that," I said. "I really get a charge out of making you cum. The harder, the better." "I like making you cum, too," Janice said. "You stopped me before. Can I... do something for you now?" "Yeah," I said, smiling, "I'm sure you can." Janice started to raise up, presumably to offer to suck me, but I put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt, and took it off. My dick, now only half erect, hung out of my pants. I unfastened them, pulled my cock back inside my underwear, then pushed them down over my hips. I sat on the couch beside Janice, kicked off my shoes, and shed my pants and underwear. "I seem to have drooped a little," I said. "Why don't you help get me back in shape?" I climbed onto the sofa, straddling her torso, and moved my knees up under her armpits. My prick, already starting to rise again, wobbled in the air above her head. I leaned forward, put my hands on the arm of the couch behind Janice's head, and lowered my middle so that my dick descended toward her mouth. Janice chuckled. She reached up and wrapped a hand around my cock and pointed the end toward her face. Raising her head to meet it, she opened her mouth wide and took the head of my prick into her warm oral cavern. I swelled up in response and felt the top of my cock brush the roof of Janice's wet, sucking mouth. Leaning on one hand, I wedged a cushion behind her head so that she wouldn't have to strain to reach me. "Oh, yeah, honey, that feels great," I said. "C'mon, baby, suck on it. Yeah, like that!" Janice was turning into a great cocksucker. She seemed to have a feel for it, a natural talent. I didn't have to tell her to wrap her tongue around the bottom and rub it back and forth on the sensitive area there. She moved her head up and down several times, getting me wet again, and rocked it from side to side, twisting her mouth around on the end. When my cock was slick with her saliva, Janice popped it out of her mouth and jacked me off, sliding her tightly gripping hand up and down the length, licking at the end with her extended tongue. Then she guided me back into her mouth and, with her other hand on my ass, pulled me toward, urging me to go as deep as I could while using her other hand wrapped around the shaft to keep me from going too deep. It felt marvelous, but I had already decided I didn't want Janice to suck me off this time, no matter how exciting and enticing her eager teenage mouth was. Before thing went to far, I pulled back with my hips, slipping out of her mouth and hand, then sat back. "I think I'm hard enough now, don't you?" I asked. "Yes," Janice said, "I think you're hard as a nail. Are you gonna nail me?" "Yeah," I said. "I sure as hell am." I stood up, my cock sticking out straight, and then climbed back onto the couch, slipping one knee and then the other between her thighs. Janice opened her legs to give me room. I grabbed her ankles and raised them high, then snuggled up toward her gorgeous round ass. "Put it in for me, baby," I said. "You know the spot." Janice reached down between her legs and took hold of my cock, which was still slick with her saliva. I put her ankles on my shoulders, slipped both of my hands under her ass, and lifted, raising her cunt up to meet me. Janice guided me toward her pussy with one hand. With the other, she reached down and spread the lips open. The head of my prick slipped between the glistening pussy lips and lodged in the entrance to her fuck channel. Before I could push forward to sink it into her, however, Janice raised the head slightly so that it centered on her clit and used my cock to massage herself there. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in voluptuous concentration. Then she pushed down on me and raised her hips so that I slipped into the outer part of her lovehole again. "Oh, Jack, I want it in me," Janice sighed. "I've been dreaming about it, about the way it felt when you put it in me last week. Come on, honey, do it again. Give me your cock, baby. Put it in my pussy again. Please." I was only too glad to oblige her. Hunching my hips back and forth, I gradually drove my prick into Janice's tight teenage cunt a little at a time, slowly penetrating her snatch, spreading her open, probing deeper and deeper. Janice let go of my cock when I was about half way in. She moved her hands to my forearms, pulling against them to help her raise her hips and aid my slide into her warm, clutching hole. "Ooooh, baby," she whispered, "you don't know what that does to me. God I love it. Yes, yes. That's it. Give it to me, honey. Push it in there. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me." Slowly, I pushed my prick deeper and deeper. As I slid into her, Janice's mouth drifted open, her eyes squeezed shut. As I neared the bottom, she pushed her hips up at me, forcing her cunt up the shaft until her pussy lips began to spread around the base of it. "Oh, god, yes!" Janice moaned. "Oooooh, I feel like it spreading me wide open. And it's so deep inside me, baby. I like it deep inside me. C'mon! Fuck it all the way in. C'mon, baby, give me your cock. Fuck my pussy. Awww, yes! Fuck me." I got it all the way in her, using my hands to pull her ass up to meet my descending, penetrating fuckshaft. "You like that, don't you?" I hissed. "You like having my cock in your pussy, don't you?" "Oh, you know I do," Janice said. "I love the way it feels. C'mon, baby. Give it to me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your cock. Shove that big thing into my tight pussy." With her hips lifted clear of the sofa, Janice began to rotate her hips, rolling them around and making my cock waggle around inside her, rubbing all the walls. Pushing up hard against me, she held herself that way for a moment, then collapsed back onto the sofa. Janice pulled her heels off my shoulders and let her legs drop to the couch but keeping her knees bent so that I was still cradled between her thighs. Bending my arms, I slowly let myself down onto her, pressing my chest against her firm tits. I kissed her, then moved my head to the side. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "That feels wonderful," Janice said, "but you know what I'm thinking about?" "No, what?" "Something you said last week." I had an idea what she was talking about, but I wanted her to say it, to ask for it. "What was that?" I asked. "Well..." Janice said, "you said... I mean... you said it was possible to... to do it in the... the other place." "You mean in your ass?" I asked. "Yes," she said, looking away, then back at me. "Is that good? Doesn't it hurt?" "Well, it's real tight, so it hurts a little at first," I said, "but it gets better after a little bit." "Does it feel good?" "Some people like it a lot," I said, "and, of course, it's the only way gay men can do it at all. But lots of men and women like it, too." Janice considered this for a moment. "Is it sexy?" she asked. "Very," I replied. "It's like a special thing, something that only special lovers do with each other." "Then I want you to do it to me," Janice said emphatically. "I want you to do everything to me, everything you want." She looked up at me. "Do you want to fuck me there? Do you want to screw my ass?" "Yeah, I want to fuck your ass, baby," I said. "I want to fuck you every way and everywhere. I want to be the first one to do everything to you." She smiled at me. "Yes," she said, "I want that, too. I want to give it all to you. I want you to be the first to have me. I want you to take all of me. I want you to fuck me every way it's possible. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said, honestly, "yes, I do." My cock had swelled inside her at the thought of burrowing its way into her tight teenage ass. Janice felt it throb and used her pussy muscles to squeeze me back. She rolled her hips around, making my cock make little circles inside her. "So," she said, "how do we...?" "Pretty much like this," I said. "But, first, I've got to get some lubrication for you. You don't have any lubrication back there, so we have to give it some help." "I think I saw some Vaseline in the medicine cabinet," Janice said. "Would that be okay?" "Perfect," I said. "Stay put. I'll be right back." Slowly, reluctantly, I slid my engorged cock out of her tight pussy. Janice seemed as disappointed as I was, a pouting look on her face as my dick gradually slipped out of her fuck channel. "Ooooh," she said. "Couldn't you leave that in there while you go get the Vaseline?" "Not without some radical surgery," I said, smiling, "and then there wouldn't be much point in getting the Vaseline, would there?" "Well, okay," Janice said, reluctantly conceding the point, "but hurry back, won't you?" "As quick as I can," I said, and heaved to my feet. My knees were a little wobbly as I crossed the room to the bath. Once there, I quickly located the tube of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet and carried it back into the living room with me. Janice watched me approach. Actually, she was only watching one area. My prick still was sticking out almost perpendicular to my body, and it swayed back and forth as I crossed to the couch. "Let's see," I said, looking around, "I think this will do us more good if we put it here." I pulled the pillow out from under her head and then pushed it under her hips. Janice assisted by pushing down with her feet and raising her butt off the sofa. This raised her middle, improving my access to her rear channel. Then I lay down beside her, the tube of lubricant in one hand, and rolled her into my arms. I slid my other hand down over Janice's belly to the nest of curly hair and the slit just below it. I pushed a finger into her still juicy cunt and stroked in and out a few times. Janice hunched her hips up to meet my penetrating finger and worked her hips around. I slipped my finger out and moved it up to the top of her snatch to roll and twiddle her love bump. Janice closed her eyes and let her head fall back, enjoying the feeling. "Ummmm," she said, "I'm still hot for you, baby. I want you in me, one way or another. Are you just gonna play?" "Naw," I said, "I just want keep you warmed up. I gotta grease you up, now, if you still want it that way." "Yes," Janice said. "Anything. Put it in me. I want you to do it. Go ahead." I reached up and popped the fliptop cap of the tube of Vaseline, then squeezed a line of it onto my fingers. Reaching down between Janice's legs, I spread the cheeks of her fanny and smeared the Vaseline onto her asshole. "Ooooh," she said, "that feels strange." I didn't say anything, just centered my middle finger on her rosebud and rolled it slowly around and around in a circle. Slowly, I increased the pressure, very gradually penetrating the tight ring. Janice had her eyes closed, a look of concentration on her face. "Relax," I told her. "Don't fight it." I pulled my finger out, picked up some more lubricant, and pushed on her asshole again. This time, it slid in easily. "That's better," I said. I worked my finger into her anal tube up to the middle joint, then began to work it back and forth and around and around, pressing against the tight ring and stretching it, getting her to relax and accept this smaller invader. As Janice grew used to the feel of my finger in her backdoor, the tight grip on it eased. I pushed deeper into her and continued moving it from side to side. At the same time, I moved my thumb to her pussy and pressed it into her front door. "Ummmm," Janice sighed, "that feels pretty good, actually. Both at once. Gosh, I've never felt anything like this before." Her hips responded to my fingers, rolling forward and back, helping me slide in and out of her. I slipped my thumb out of her cunt for a moment and moved it up to massage her clit for a while, then pushed it back in. While I continued to work on loosening Janice's rosebud, I began to kiss her. She responded passionately, biting my lips, extending her tongue to probe into my mouth. Her hand on my shoulder gripped convulsively. She had been pretty hot when we stopped fucking, and now she was heating up again. The telltale moans and shudders began again. Janice was drawing in ragged breaths through clenched teeth. "Oh, baby," she said, "you gotta do something pretty soon. If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum just like this. I like it!" "Then you'll like the main event even more," I said. "If you're ready..." "Oh, yes, Jack. Please. Do it to me." "Okay," I said. "Just one more thing. You gotta grease me up." Janice opened her eyes. She reached up and took the tube of Vaseline out of my hand. The cap was still open, so she squeezed a gob into one palm, then set the tube on the end table at the head of the couch. Janice spread the lubricant over both palms, then reached down with her hands and wrapped them around my prick, stroking up and down to spread it around. "Like that?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. "That's perfect. Are you ready?" "Yes, Jack," she said. "I'm more than ready. I want you to fuck me there... in my butt." I slipped my arm out from under Janice's neck and sat up, then moved between her legs again. I scooted up close to her. "Now, you gotta relax," I said. "This will be tight, and it'll probably hurt some, but not too bad. I'll go slow, and you can stop me any time you want. Just relax. And push out, like you were taking a dump. That'll help you open up and let me in." "Hurry, Jack," Janice said. "I want it. I want you in me. Put your prick in me now, baby. Put it in there. I want it in my ass." I adjusted my position, nudging forward until my cock slipped between her firm asscheeks and touched the center of her asshole. Slowly, I pressed forward, stiffening my prick with my hand. The pink pucker paled as it stretched to accommodate the head of my dick. Slowly, it yielded to the steady pressure I was applying. Janice had her faced screwed up into a grimace. "Oh, wow," she gasped. "It's big!" "This is the hardest part," I told her. "Once I get the head in, the rest is pretty easy. Just relax. Push out." I nudged forward again and saw the tip of my cock disappear into her asshole. "Umphf," Janice grunted. "Oh, god. It... it hurts... but it's strange and sexy, too. I never thought it would feel like this." She must have pushed out like I had suggested, because suddenly it got easier and the head of my dick slid into her. The tight ring slid over the ridge the marks the bottom of the "helmet" and clamped down. "Ow!" Janice whimpered. "Hold it a second, baby. Oh, god, it feels like a fist in there." I held still, letting her get used to the feeling. Her asshole was squeezed tight around the head of my prick. As she began to relax, I started rocking back and forth just a tiny bit, not really going in and out much, just working my cock in her ass ring. When Janice seemed to tolerate that without pain, I started increasing the forward thrust slightly, gradually pushing my dick up her bottom. "Oh, I don't believe it," Janice said. "It's enormous! I never felt so full. God, it's big. But it doesn't hurt, really. It's just stretching me so much!" Slowly, I pushed my cock deeper into her asshole. About halfway in, Janice squeezed my arm and asked me to stop. Her tight rectum was wrapped around my cock, clutching the half that was buried inside her butt. The tight ring of her asshole was like a rubber band around the middle of my rod. Janice took a deep breath and let it out. "Oooh, baby, that's incredible," she said. "Are you sure that's your prick you're putting in my ass? It feels like a telephone pole!" "Is it too much?" I asked. "Oh, god, no!" Janice said. "I can take it, baby. Come on, give me the rest of it." Slowly, steadily, I sank my cock into her asstube. It felt incredible, like my prick was being swallowed by a boa constrictor. Gradually, her back tunnel yielded to my invading fuckmuscle. Janice's eyes got wider and wider as I slid into her, her mouth opened in a silent oh. I looked down and watched it burrow into her ass. When my pubic hair brushed her asscheeks, I reached down and spread them with my hands, holding them apart as I sank the last half inch into her butt. Janice had her eyes squeezed shut by then, and she was biting her lower lip, but she didn't seem to be in pain. When I was all the way inside, I held still for a while, letting her get used to it. Janice was panting, and her tongue would slip out every few moments to lick her lips. I twitched my cock rhythmically, making it swell inside her butt. "Ooooh, baby," she said. "I didn't think it would feel like this. It's so sexy." I pulled back slowly about half way, then slid my cock back up her ass, pushing it all the way in again. Janice had her hands on my forearms, and she clutched them convulsively as my prick penetrated her again. When I hit bottom, she used her ass muscle to squeeze my dick, making her butt ring constrict around the base of my shaft. I began to stroke her, pulling back until only the head was still in her chute, then pushing forward slowly to bury it all the way into her again. After a couple of strokes, Janice began to move her hips in rhythm with me, drawing downward as it inched out of her ass, then raising her butt up to meet my inward plunge, holding firm to let me shove it all the way up her. "Ummmmmm," she moaned, "that's beautiful. It's different than when you're in my pussy, but... oh, god, I can't explain. It feels like you're so deep inside me, like your cock is a spike that goes all the way up my back. Jeez, baby, yes." I fucked her like that for a while, looking down between her upraised legs to see my cock sliding in and out of her stretched asshole. "Let's try it another way," I said. "Turn over when I pull out and let me put it into you from behind." I slid my dick out of her butt and raised up onto my knees. Janice whimpered when the head of my cock popped out from her tight assring. In a hurry to have it back inside her, she quickly scrambled onto her hands and knees and presented her butt to me, pushing backward in search of the pole she wanted back in her rear entrance. "No," I said, pressing on her back to urge her downward. "Lie down flat." Janice quickly complied, stretching onto her stomach, sliding her legs back on either side of my knees. I adjusted the pillow so that it raised her hips off the couch. Then I leaned forward and, aligning my prick with her ass, nudged forward and slid the head of my cock between her cheeks to her butthole. Janice reached back with both hands and spread herself so that I could find the target without difficulty. "Come on, baby," she said. "Sink it into me again. I feel so empty without it. Put your cock back up my ass." Since that was exactly what I wanted, too, I wasted no time. I centered the head of my prick on her anus and hunched my hips forward, goosing it into Janice's ass. It resisted briefly, but the lubrication and previous stretching made it much easier than the first time. The head popped into her butthole and then slid down into her ass. Janice wriggled her hips from side to side as I slowly buried it to the hilt in her ass again. "Ooooh, yeah, baby," she groaned, "that's right. Put it back in there. That feels so good!" When I was all the way into her asshole, I slowly let my weight down until I was lying on her back. Rocking my hips up and down, I fucked her ass for a while, oozing it in and out of her. Janice rolled her hips around and around, making my cock rotate inside her ass tube. "God," she said, gasping slightly from my weight on her, "you've got it all. Ohhhh, you're all the way in my butt, baby. All the way." "Do you like it?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Jesus, yes! I never felt anything like it. It's so sexy!" Janice rolled her hips around to emphasize her point. "Do you like it?" "It's incredible," I told her, "fucking your tight little ass. I love being in your pussy, but I love this, too. Squeeze me a little, honey." Janice did as I asked, using the muscles of her ass to clutch at the pole buried in her butt. She kept it clenched tight as I pulled back, then relaxed to let me sink it into her again. I pushed a hand under her hips and slid it down so that I could finger her pussy. When I touched her clit, she gave a little jump as if she'd received an electrical shock, then moaned and began to shove her hips up and down, fucking me, pistoning my cock in and out of her ass. Abandoning her clit for a moment, I slid a finger into her pussy, letting her feel it press against the prick up her butt through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two fuck tubes of her body. I rotated my finger inside her for a while, slid it out again and returned to her clit. "Oh, honey, I don't believe it!" Janice cried. "Oh, shit, that feels so good. Oh, yes! That's just what I needed! Stroke it for me, baby. Play with me. Ummmmmmm, yes!" Continuing to massage her clit, I began to fuck her ass more emphatically. I pulled my cock back and slammed it home, jamming it up her butthole with enough force to cause a slight slapping sound as my hips smacked into her butt cheeks. Although constrained by the position and my weight on top of her, Janice responded eagerly, holding her ass steady to meet my thrusts, even pushing back to increase the force of my pole diving into her ass tube. Wanting more freedom of movement, I moved my hands to her hips and lifted up, helping Janice struggle to her knees without pulling out. She wound up with one foot on the floor and her head on the arm of the sofa. Keeping a tight grip on her hips, I used my hands to push and pull on her middle, sliding her forward until just the head was still in her ass and then jerking back as I shot my middle forward and slammed my cock up her butt. Each drive forward was accompanied by a slap of flesh and a little grunt from Janice. The view was incredibly sexy. Janice's head was turned sideways on the sofa arm, her eyes squeezed shut, her face flushed and damp with perspiration, her lips parted as she moaned each time my prick slid back into her ass. Her full breasts hung down from her slim body, bouncing up and down in time to our fucking. Her back narrowed to a slim waist, then flared out into well-rounded hips. Her firm teenage butt was split by a vertical crack that revealed her tight-stretched asshole wrapped around my plunging cock, which pulled the clenched ring outward slightly when I drew back. My rampant hard-on, as stiff as it had ever been in my life, was coated with lubricant and gleamed as it plunged in and out of Janice's butthole. I moved a hand back to her pussy to stroke her clit again, and Janice's reaction was immediate. "Oh, yeah!" she cried, "oh, yeah! Oh, honey, keep doing that. I'm going to cum. Play with me. Rub me. Yes, baby. Yes! Oh, honey, that's so good! It's gonna make me... yes... I'm... I'm gonna... ooooh... ooooh... yes! I'm CUMMING!" As Janice's cum hit her, she began to shake and shudder from head to foot. She cried out and jerked her ass back and forth on my cock. My own cum had been steadily rising, and this sent me over the edge. "I'm cumming, too, baby!" I hissed. "Here it comes. Here it comes. Ah, god! Arrrgh!" The cum shot out of my balls, blasted up through my cock and spurted into Janice's tender teenage asshole, spraying her insides with jism. I slammed my hips against her butt time after time as it shot out of me and jetted up her tightly clenching butthole. Janice collapsed forward under me, and I rode her down so that we were both again lying stretched out on the sofa, my cock still buried in her ass. We lay like that for a minute or so, both of us gasping for breath and slowly coming back to reality. Every once in a while, I would twitch my slowly deflating cock, making it swell again inside her butt. Janice would respond by clenching her ass tube, making it grab my prick. By the time I finally pulled out of her, my prick was almost completely limp, and her tight butt stretched it out before letting it pop free. Struggling to my feet, I staggered to the bathroom to get a towel and mop up Janice's ass, which was leaking cum and Vaseline. She rolled over, the towel between her legs, so that she could look up at me. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," Janice said. "I never even dreamed it was possible until last week. Now, I've got two ways of fucking you, and I love both of them." "Actually," I said, "you've got three ways of fucking me, counting your hungry little mouth, and I love all three of them." "You're right," Janice admitted. "Three it is." She smiled up at me. "Which one do you want to try next?" "Right now?" I asked. "Right now," she said, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my cock. Much to my surprise, it swelled in her hand. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was ready to go again. "Well," I said, "we've already done two out of three. Let's take a shower and clean up. Then maybe we can try the third." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Turn About' by Titmouse. Story 18 --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.

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This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- Although this story is self contained, it alludes to three earlier stories, "The Examination," "On Further Examination" and "Wonder Woman's Examination." I like to believe you will enjoy this more if you have read the others first. Examination of a NAG by Homer Vargas Sometimes Kate Harridan thought *Milly* was the cause of her headaches, the way her administrative assistant went on and on, urging her boss to see a doctor about the trivial ailment. Milly ought to have been working for Kate long enough to know by now she *always* got headaches when she was under stress. And Lord knows she had cause enough for stress. Just moving the headquarters of NAG (National Association of Grrls), the organization Kate had founded, from San Francisco to Washington was stressful enough. Then the disasters began. The movers had hardly finished putting all the ficuses in place when the Finger scandal broke. Carol Finger, yes, Senator Finger herself, was caught in a sexual liaison with one of her hunky interns. "Sexual liaison" hell, the Senator was getting her lights fucked out daily if not more often. Truth be told, Carol Finger had never been a credit to the World's Greatest Deliberative Body, but she was on NAG's Board of Directors and the organization had to back her up. Always ready with a faux feminist rationale for her erratic positions on issues, Carol compiled an amazingly inconsistent and self-serving voting record. The disclosure that Senator Finger was having sex with a boy half her age was bad enough. Worse was the grainy photo obtained by the other party showing a plump middle-aged woman draped over an arm chair, red skirt up around her waist and red panties down around her ankles, being skewered to her obvious delight by a muscular blonde. The President's picture above the desk smiled down in apparent approbation, or was it envy? The Senator made everything ten time worse, however, at the news conference she gave to announce her resignation. Kate had read the transcript and seen the video enough times to have the gut-wrenching performance memorized. The rhetorical low points were burned into her memory. "Hell, yes, I'm having an affair with this gorgeous boy and I sure don't intend to apologize for it," the Senator declared. "That's the difference between men and real Grrls. I do *not* beg forgiveness from my husband and family and this has definitely *not* made my marriage to the wimp stronger. In fact, I'm going to divorce his ass! And for all you school marms of whatever profession that `can't understand' how a woman of `my age' can take up with a twenty year old stud- muffin, let me spell it out for you. S-E-X. Clear enough? Let me be more specific. T-E-N I- N-C-H C-O-C-K. Need more? How about, T-W-O. I- N-C-H. D-I-A-M-E-T-E-R? I've got the boy putting the wood to me like I haven't gotten it in years and damned if I'm going to stop him." "Take it from me, Grrls, get your self one of these," she proclaimed lustily, reaching over to fondle the erection of the handsome young man standing beside her, smiling even though he was a little dim to fully comprehend what was going on. "Stop grinding up the contraband Viagra in the old fart's oatmeal at night. It's not doing either of you any good," she admonished. "Loose some lard ladies, get your titties a silicone upgrade if they need it, buy yourself a few hot little minis, and wiggle your ass down to the nearest sports bar. I guarantee within a week you'll be getting your pussy plowed or I'll let you have Arnold for a night. If you are lucky, you might even find a plowman who can remember which morning to take out the garbage, but don't hold your breath. Remember, Grrls, there's just one thing a man's good for. If he's well equipped between his legs, don't worry about what he's got between his ears." "There is, however, one particularly disgusting canard out there, that I must most emphatically deny. I did *not* let my fuck toy `get me pregnant.' I got this," Carol paused for effect and lifted her obscenely short skirt to display a telling bulge in her panties, "Because *I* threw away the pills. *I* decided on the best dates. *I* locked him in the hotel room and kept the pillows under my ass. *I* made sure he gave me frequent re-fills of jizz all weekend long. I'm having this baby because *I* guided his big cock into me and made him shoved it farther down into my fertile womb than he ever had before. Arnold, the dear, just supplied the semen, one thing he can do very well." Arnold grinned, suspecting the nice woman had said something good about him again. Ex-Senator Finger had gone on for twenty minutes in that vein. It had been a public relations catastrophe ending with the horrific finale. "Therefore I am resigning my seat in the United States Senate. Not because I am ashamed of myself, but because there isn't a man there who can fuck worth a damn -- and the women aren't much better. I don't have time to listen to windbags when I could be on my back getting a prong where it belongs. And so adieu and fuck yieu!" she concluded giving the middle finger salute for the nation's television cameras. The furor over l'affaire Finger had barely died down when NAG was embarrassed to learn that Wonder Woman was out of service. For some time it had been damned hard to get in touch with her. The Army's main contact with the superheroine, Diana Prince, was spending every free hour shacked up with Col. Steve Trevor and had the little round tummy to prove it. When the lovebirds could at last be prevailed upon to call in Wonder Woman, it was revealed just why the superheroine had been keeping out of sight. Although the Amazonian Princess wasn't telling who had done the deed, America's first line of defense had irresponsibly let some man put a bun in her oven and her doctor didn't allow her to travel. Consequently, the US military had to deal with a rogue faction of the Ruritanian Defense Force without the assistance of its superheroine. It was close run thing. Finally, although it was not a crisis, Kate became increasingly aware of the subtly hostile atmosphere to NAG's agenda in the Washington social milieu. Kate had expected to find Washington full of sour women -- hard-bitten lawyers, disgruntled NGO executives, and angry consultants -- eager to become NAGs. Instead, every time she turned around Kate heard another story of a professional woman who suddenly quit her job to become a happy little sex kitten for her boyfriend and promptly got herself knocked up or one who had to give up her career when she "accidentally" let her husband make her pregnant again. Hundreds of women with children in college were waddling around in maternity dresses again or were back to washing diapers. Some were doing both. Olivia Fuentes in NAGs Research department confirmed that the birth rate among upper middle class women ages 30-45 in the Washington metropolitan area was almost double the national average and was still shooting up. The queen bee of these "New Feminists," as she dubbed them, was Angelica Lopez, the new editor of the Post's "Style" section. And Angelica made no secret whom she considered to be the "Old Feminists." Angelica was an odd bird, Kate thought. Admittedly she had a strong claim to being a feminist. She was a successful young woman with a six figure income and a handsome, slavish husband whom she kept home to look after the house -- and the kids. That was the odd part. Angelica had five children under four and was pregnant again. She filled "Style" with stories about having sex and having babies. Thousands of readers adored Angelica, but unfortunately, had rather less supportive husbands than their icon. So when their bellies started getting big, they were the ones who stayed home to care for the little shoot. No, Kate didn't come by her headaches gratis. She had to admit, though, that Milly might have a point. Her assistant did seem so happy and full of life since her visit to Dr. Bock. Maybe it was a good thing NAG had selected him. Several women doctors had bid for the contract to be NAG's Preferred Provider of gynecological and (Ha!) obstetric services, but Bock's price was just too good. Moreover, Carol Finger and Milly, who had been on the selection committee, had returned singing the praises of the Bock Clinic. Grudgingly, Kate told the eager AA to make an appointment for her the next week. This made Milly very happy. Although she knew Kate would not understand the recent changes in her life, much less approve of them, Milly was convinced somehow that the visit to Dr. Bock had been a turning point. Although she could not remember much about what happened there, since then Milly had blossomed socially. To be more exact, were Milly not such a little lady, one would say she had turned into a cock hound! Like many women who discover the joys of sex a little tardily, Milly focused on the basics, seeking to make up for lost time. Candles at dinner were an unnecessary expense and wine, however useful for getting a guy into bed, interfered with good service once she had him there. Experience had taught her that a big plate of pasta before the main event and Gatorade, kept by the bedside for pit stops, were all that was needed for the kind of strenuous lovemaking she demanded. Milly was not yet much into romance. Her idea of a long term relationship was a guy who would pick her up at work on Friday afternoon and would still be performing to spec Monday morning when she reluctantly made him climb off and go home so she could get ready for work. Sadly, Milly had not yet found the man she was looking for, so she made do with a team. A major league manager planning his pitching rotation for the playoffs had nothing on Milly's strategizing her boyfriend schedule according to her moods and social occasions. Primus inter pares was Horse, the Washington Wizards' center who was hung like a ... well, the eponymous farm animal. Carlos was a dance instructor whose introduction of the movements of Salsa, Cumbia, and the Meringue into his frenetic lovemaking more than compensated for his small stature. Wentworth was a pleasant looking banker, rich as sin, and not too bad in the sack. He had his uses. The sleeper of the group was Albert who worked at National Science Foundation. He was terribly bright and didn't look so goofy now that Milly had convinced him to get contact lenses. Albert was still a bit of a nerd, but Milly decided must have a Ph.D. in the geography of erogenous zones and had perhaps done some post- doctoral work in cunnilingus. He could get her off so well with his fingers and his mouth, Milly only fucked him to be a good sport ... and because his prick was almost as big as Horse's. Amaka was also happy to get Milly's call that Ms Harridan would be coming for a visit and immediately informed James. "You handle her honey. After all, she *is* a feminist." Emboldened by James's confidence in her, Amaka did a little research on her patient-to -be. Although Kate had written several books, the locus classicus of her anti-male ideology was, "Forget It!" This screed was mainly famous for Kate's aphorism, that "a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." When Amaka saw Kate's scowling face, she knew this was not going to be easy. She decided that the best approach would be a respectful, businesslike tone. "Since you're a new patient, Ms Harridan, I'll need to get some preliminary information." "I assumed that that was the purpose of having me fill out the form," Kate icily replied. "You're quite right," Amaka assured her, wanting to get her into at least a semi- cooperative mood as quickly as she could. "All the basic, standard information is on the form, and of course I won't waste your time asking you to repeat it. All I need to do now is get some more details medical history, and because so many questions are contingent on other questions, it's a lot faster and more efficient to do that in an interview." Kate seemed to accept this common sense explanation, if reluctantly. She nodded and said, "Very well." "OK, glancing over what you put down, it looks like the only medical problem you've had in the past several years has been headaches, is that right?" "That's correct." "No history of sinus trouble? Good eyesight? Has there been a change in your symptoms recently?" Kate answered the first two questions with a quick negative shake of her head. "The headaches have been getting worse in the past few weeks. Well, I'm not sure they're worse, just more frequent." "I see. And has anything changed recently about your habits or your diet or your environment at home or at work?" "I keep telling my secretary it's stress, and I have certainly had to deal with a good many problems recently. Unfortunately, stress is unavoidable in my work." "Do you anything to relax?" "I don't have much time for relaxing." Kate's expression changed from sourness and impatience to one of passionate zeal. "I don't know if you're aware of how much ground the feminist movement has lost in the past few decades. It's all we can do, those of us who still care about it, to keep things from sliding back into the dark ages." "The real crisis is that we women have ourselves given up the fight. A lot of us have convinced ourselves that full-fledged feminism is extremist rather than simply right. Some even take delight in being sex objects, living their lives as if they were in some male fantasy. I don't suppose you've read Andrea Dworkin?" Amaka had in fact read some Dworkin, but she shook her head, not wanting to extend the discussion if she could avoid it. But Kate seemed to be on a roll. "Well, you should read Dworkin; she's a very important writer. But even Dworkin is too tolerant for my tastes. Men have subjugated women for years, using them for sexual pleasure and to make babies and to clean up after them. And look at so-called women's magazines! What are they about? Babies, sex, and how to have a pretty house! We're subjugating ourselves! Every time a woman has sex, she's cooperating with the oppressor!" This was not going the way Amaka had intended. She had meant to gradually steer the discussion around to the need to relax, then either to the use of tranquilizers or self- hypnosis, which would give her the opening she needed to start this woman's conditioning. But she couldn't help saying, "I've heard that Andrea Dworkin says that any sex involving penetration is inherently sexist. Is that what you mean?" Kate shook her head emphatically. "No, Dworkin has that completely wrong. That's a detail, mere symbolism. It isn't how you have sex, it's having sex at all. Any kind of sex subjugates women to men!" Amaka looked at her with real curiosity. "Well, what if there aren't any men involved? What if it's just two gir -- two women? How can that o--" Kate cut her off impatiently. "That's still sex, isn't it? Do you think that makes any difference to a man? Men love the idea of lesbian sex! They like it as much as they do male-female sex. Maybe more!" Amaka opened her mouth to say something, but decided better of it. Reminding herself that this was not going anywhere useful, so she decided to revert to her original plan. "You make a very good point," she said, hoping agreement would avoid extending the argument. "You're absolutely right. Your work is very important. Vital. And I'm sure your headaches are interfering with your work, so we had better do something about them." "Yes," Kate agreed, putting her palm to her forehead and seeming to sag slightly. "Are you getting a headache now?" Amaka asked. "Yes," Kate said. "I guess I got a little too intense." She looked up sharply. "But it's important! Ow!" Amaka stood up and moved behind the woman. She began massaging Kate's shoulder's while trying to make it seem like an examination. The woman's shoulder muscles felt like taut steel cables. "Ms Harridan," Amaka said, "I believe that hypertension of the striated muscles might be at the root of your sensitivity to stress. I would like to examine your staticodynamic ligomusculature more thoroughly. Please remove your outer clothing and lie down on the examining table." Kate looked sourly doubtful. "I had assumed the doctor would examine me." "And I'm sure he will," Amaka said with a second unstated meaning. "But I assure you that I'm a qualified medical professional, although I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, since you would not underrate the nursing profession simply because it is traditionally female." Kate seemed horrified by the very suggestion and quickly said, "Oh, of course not. I, I simply was concerned about the time. But perhaps you're right." Efficiently, and without the slightest sign of either shame or delight about the process, she stripped to cotton briefs. No doubt all her bras were burned years ago, Amaka told herself. "OK, now if you'll just lie down here. No, face down, please. All right, now tell me if I hurt you." But of course she had no intention of hurting. Amaka massaged the woman's shoulders, her back, her legs and arms, alternately gently and firmly, all the while trying to make it seem like an examination despite the pleasure she was sure she was provoking. Occasionally she allowed her large uniform-covered breasts to brush against her patient's bare skin as if by accident, and she let the tips of her fingers brush a few times against the sides of the woman's breasts. Kate showed no suspicion of what Amaka was up to, but she did show signs of responding and trying to conceal it. Amaka grinned inwardly, wondered if this woman ever had a massage before. Probably not the sort of thing a tight ass like her would go in for. May that was why she was reacting so well to this one. When Amaka shifted her attention to the surprisingly cute little ass, though, she provoked a more negative reaction. "What are you doing?" Kate suddenly demanded. Sounding professional, Amaka said, "I'm sorry if I startled you. Headaches can originate in primary or secondary muscle tension anywhere in the body, but especially near the head and spine, and in particular with the larger muscles, such as the gluteus maximus, here. I notice you seem to be particularly tense around the base of the spine, and I really should examine the whole pelvic area for my report." Kate reluctantly let her press and feel her way around, and after a while the ass muscles no longer clinched up when she touched them. "How's your headache?" Amaka asked. "Why, it's gone!" Kate sounded genuinely surprised. "Good. Sometimes the physiological manipulation necessary for the examination is itself therapeutic." Damn, she thought, she was starting to sound like what's her name on ER. "In fact, I believe it would help establish a treatment modality that I could report to the doctor if I tried one additional thing." Amaka looked around for some oil but couldn't find any. "I'll be right back," she said as she hastened out of the room. Kate lay there feeling better and almost relaxed. Perhaps her initial skepticism of this nurse had been based upon some residual sexism. After all, it pervaded society, and patriarchal values were passed on as much by mothers as by fathers -- that was the insidiousness of it. She should have thought to mention that in explaining how even lesbian sex could be oppressive of women, in that it reflected the patriarchal socioeconomic system. Marx had been, in his typical male way, wrong. It was not religion but sex that was the opiate of the masses, especially the female masses, and as with any seemingly pleasurable addictive drug it was best avoided. The nurse came back with some sort of bottle. "This is a therapeutic lubricating oil," she explained. "It will help me perform a palpatative examination of the deeper musculature." Amaka neglected to mention that the oil had several tranquilizers that would be absorbed through the skin mixed with it. Since her close call with that tough Ms. Lopez, Amaka took no chances. Slowly, she began to smooth the cool liquid on Kate's back. Kate had found the initial examination pleasurable, almost embarrassingly so, but when the nurse's oiled fingers began sliding over her, pressing gently here and there, then stroking so lightly it was barely a touch, it felt incredible, like nothing, well, like nothing she'd experienced in many years. It made it hard to think. Perhaps she should make her stop, but that was silly, this was simply a medical examination, even if it was a kind she wasn't familiar with. "Excuse me, but I don't want to get oil on your panties," the nurse said, and Kate felt them being pulled down to expose her posterior. The sensation of the slippery hands examining her bare bottom was shocking to Kate, but she strove to avoid showing any sign of it. Only when an oiled finger feeling about her tailbone slipped briefly down between her cheeks did she start to say something. It was over too quickly, before she could object, although not before it had given her a strange and strangely pleasurable, frisson. "Now please turn over," the nurse instructed, and Kate did so. The nurse put more oil on her hands and proceeded to examine Kate's shoulders, neck, and sides. Amaka moved to stand at the head of the examining table. Kate felt the nurse's gentle fingers trail lightly across the muscles of her face and forehead, then to the sides of her neck and her shoulders, then back to the face. She felt much better and more relaxed, but she noticed that her nipples seemed to be standing up. Much as she hated to admit it, Kate knew she was becoming aroused. The nurse said something Kate didn't catch. She realized that her eyes were closed and she opened them. The nurse was leaning over her, her face upside down from this angle, some sort of shiny amulet hanging from her neck and swinging slightly. "I want you to relax as much as you can, Ms Harridan. Based on the what I've seen so far, I believe it's very likely that your headaches are a consequence of general musculoskeletal hypertonality. It should respond well to treatment if we know its full extent." The skillful hands ranged more freely over Kate's body as the amulet swung over her face, capturing her attention. Gradually Amaka moved to stand beside Kate's head, one hand continuing to explore her upper body and the other straying lower and lower in its gentle, pleasurable examination of the abdomen. Kate felt herself drifting into almost a dream state, aware that she shouldn't fall asleep in the examining room but too relaxed -- more relaxed than she had been in years, she thought -- to really care. In fact, the nurse kept telling her to relax, and she kept feeling herself do so more and more. Almost in a daze she heard the nurse say, "Now, I need to check some interior muscle tension, so don't be startled. This will only take a moment." And she felt a lubricated finger slip gently into her vagina. The pleasurable shock was intense and it was all Kate could do not to cry out or arch her back. The finger moved around inside her, setting off little rockets of delight. Then it began to pump in and out of her while the nurse kept telling her to relax, relax, go to sleep for her, go to sleep, listen only to her voice ... A weak thought that had for some time been in the back of Kate's mind, one she had been refusing to listen to, suddenly shouted its way into her consciousness. This wasn't any damned medical examination. There was no medical reason for finger fucking. This was a seduction attempt. This so-called nurse was trying to have sex with her, and a lesser woman than Kate Harridan would have fallen into her trap! "What the hell are you doing!" she spat out, trying to sit up. The nurse, still standing beside her, looked a little surprised by the attempt at resistance, but her hand didn't miss a stroke and Kate realized to her horror that she half-wanted her to continue. Amaka leaned over her, keeping Kate from rising, murmuring soothing instructions to relax and as the pleasure between her legs increased, Kate felt the tenseness draining out of her again against her will. "Stop it!" Kate insisted, weakly trying to close her legs and push away the hand that was robbing her of her will. "I know what you're doing and it isn't going to work!" "Isn't it?" Amaka asked sweetly. "I believe you've overlooked something about sex. Just because men like sex doesn't mean it's bad for women. In fact, it's a source of female power. I'm using it on you right now, and it's pretty effective, wouldn't you say?" "No, no That's lipstick feminism crap! All bullshit!" Kate replied foggily. She was still trying to push the nurse's hand away from her, but she was at a disadvantage half-lying in this position. Every time she managed to force the nurse's hand away with both of hers, Amaka simply writhed her oiled hand free and went back to what she was doing. Covering herself with her hands didn't work either, because the nurse simply shifted the focus of her attack to Kate's sensitive inner thighs or sides or breasts, and Kate was by now so turned on that almost any contact with those skilled fingers sent involuntary thrills through her. This is crazy! Kate told herself. Why can't I fight this? I've had enough men think they could seduce me, hoping to bag a feminist as a trophy, and those stupid bastards never came close. What's this woman doing to me? Why can't I control myself? Her mind seemed sluggish, unable to think. She felt the nurse's lips encircle one of her nipples and begin to suckle, the hot tongue flicking across and around the hard bud. She couldn't keep from whimpering from unwanted but undeniable pleasure, and she began relaxing back onto the table. "Don't fight me, baby. You're too hot to fight. You need to relax and have a good come!" As her struggles gradually weakened and eyes began to drift closed Kate began to figure it out. Amaka wasn't just seducing her. All that talk about relaxing, that sparkling, waving amulet, it had to be hypnosis. She was being seduced and hypnotized at the same time, with the one reinforcing the other and making them both incredibly hard to fight. That meant she was in much greater danger than she'd realized. This wasn't just some horny lesbian after sex as she'd thought. This was someone who wanted to take complete control of her, to reduce her to some kind of sex slave or worse. She couldn't let that happen, she had to fight it. If she didn't fight it, who knew what might happen? Was this what had happened to Milly? Had Milly been brainwashed at this place? And Carol Finger! That explained her disgusting transformation. Now Kate wasn't just angry or upset, she ought to be scared, but somehow she wasn't. She tried again to fend her off her seducer, struggling. This time she almost succeeded in sitting up. Amaka wrapped her arms around her and began whispering in her ear. "You can't get away now, you're too far gone, honey, so horny. Now relax for me, relax now..." Kate felt herself responding to the suggestions and said, "No!" She twisted around, trying to get away. Amaka was still breathing in her ear, "You can't resist me. Give in. You want to give in. You want to come too bad. Close your eyes, now. Sleep for me. Sleep..." Kate continued to squirm against her attacker, trying to get away, trying not to listen, but her sense of touch, made hypersensitive by the massage, made the struggling contact more and more erotic. When she fought to keep her eyes open despite the hypnotic suggestions she felt her sexual arousal grow irresistibly, and when she tried to concentrate on controlling her sexual instincts her eyelids refused to stay open. Little by little she felt herself relaxing back onto the examining table. She ordered her body to obey her, to throw off this female collaborator with the forces of patriarchy, but her body had already sold out to the pleasurable sensations Amaka could produce. Amaka's hands were once again exploring her body, forcing her to respond against her will. Kate felt helplessly half angry, partly frustrated, but more and more she felt another sensation, an undeniable sensation, not quite a buzzing but something rather like it, that seemed to pervade the whole area between her legs and fuzzy mound just before it. Amaka's hands were there, making her feel this way. As the sensation grew it drove before it all her other thoughts and feelings. She heard herself gasping for breath, felt her hips bucking violently against the table, felt her vaginal muscles, all her muscles, suddenly contract and squeeze tight and her breathing stop for an instant, and then the first orgasm she had had since high school, since before she joined the movement, came flooding over her like a hot tidal wave, like a wall of lava, like nothing she could even imagine, and she felt her little remaining will slipping away and her whole self, mind and body, fall under the power of the beautiful black woman. Two hours later Amaka was smiling as a dazed but dreamily smiling Kate Harridan stood up to go, still a little shaky. "I'm so happy it turned out those headaches were just stress related, Ms Harridan. If you just listen every day to the tapes and take the pills Dr. Bock put in you bag, you'll be pleased with the change." Amaka instructed, not adding that she knew someone else who would be even more pleased. ***** Milly did not expect an immediate transformation; instead she just smiled at the slow improvements she began to notice in Kate's demeanor and wardrobe. Week by week the hem of her boss's skirts crept up until they were a really impressive six inches above the large woman's knees. The severe bun gave way to tight curls with sexy highlights. Some criticized the large loopy earrings that appeared in Kate's newly pierced ears and other thought the bangles were not serious enough for the head of NAG. High heel strap sandals and brightly painted toe nails also signaled that something was afoot. Kate's blouses got frillier and when they became translucent, Milly noted that Kate's respectable boobies were on display in some eye-catching bras whose colors matched those of the blouses. For a few days Milly feared that Kate was getting dolled up with an eye to making passes at her or some of the other women at NAG. In an organization like theirs, several were of that persuasion. Even before Kate's transformation, Ethel Parker in Accounting had lusted for the shapely head of NAG. The slim woman was always attracted by opposites. She had dreamed of removing Kate's thick jacket and heavy blouse and getting her bony fingers on that overflowing set of jugs. She yearned to pull down one of those wool skirt and peel off the opaque pantyhose to get her henna curls between Kate's plump legs. The very thought of the effort required to get Kate naked almost exhausted her, but Ethel reckoned there was enough Kate underneath all those clothes to be worth it. Now that Kate was sporting mini skirts with stockings and revealing blouses, Ethel was shivering with lust. Ethel's desire for Kate was apparent to Milly who knew she would have to be alert. Nothing untoward must developed before she could get the sexy redhead some professional help from Dr. Bock. Her worries about Kate, however, vanished when Milly saw how her boss enjoyed flirting with and teasing the bicycle delivery boys. The President of NAG became a real hit the young men as she bent over to sign for packages, making sure her skirt hiked up almost to her crotch and setting her titties to bob tantalizingly. She didn't seem to mind when the same boy returned to have her sign two or three times for the same item. Milly would have been equally amused had she been able to observe the daily vignettes that had developed at Kate's apartment. One morning soon after Kate started dressing a little more like a woman, she got a single, almost deferential little wolf whistle from a worker at the construction site across the street. Kate flashed him a grin and rewarded him with an extra swing of her hips as she slid her shapely ass into the little Neon. The next day several pairs of masculine eyes awaited Kate's emergence from her building. The sight of a healthily built lady with a skirt cut closer to her waist than her knees and whose hips rolled provocatively as she undulated toward her automobile, did not disappoint them. A whole flute section of whistles and trills registered the men's approval. Fortunately, Kate was punctual so she caused little disruption to the construction schedule when every morning at exactly 7:25 all activity stopped. Seventy five men waited to see what bit of exaggerated exhibitionism the hot broad across the street had in store for them that day. Whatever it was always drew a chorus of approving hoots and cheers. Kate loved the effect she had on all those burly men. Of course all those burly men had quite an effect on Kate, too. During her drive to work she had quite a tingle between her legs that forced her to steer with one hand much of the time. By her arrival at the office the first few days, her panties were too soaked to be worn. She coped by donning `Lite Days' and changing the pad first thing. Although Kate's headaches were gone, Milly noted that her boss still was not entirely well. She seemed distracted and had difficulty concentrating. Milly smiled, remembering how antsy she had felt before she met Horse. Several times when Milly walked into Kate's office unexpectedly, she glimpsed Kate quickly withdrawing her hand from between her legs. She decided Kate was ready for the proffered help. One day soon afterward Kate returned from lunch to find a package on her desk. "Milly, what is this doing here?," she asked. "I ... er ... it's ... uhh ... something I got for you, ma'am. I thought you might you need it." Puzzled, Kate opened the package. "Milly! This looks like a ..." she gasped, looking at the long cylindrical object. "The batteries go in there," Milly said shyly, pointing and trying to keep everything matter of fact. "I put in a fresh set of Eveready Energizers." Kate turned beet red and ordered Milly out of the office. Disgusted, she thrust the object into the bottom drawer. Try as she might, though, she couldn't get it out of her mind. She had already changed pads once that afternoon; it was hard to wait for five o'clock to go home. She didn't make it. About 4:30, Kate told Milly to hold all her calls and a soft hum interspersed with muffled moans and sighs began emanating from Kate's office. Milly was still hearing them when she left for her night with Horse. Next morning, she found a more serene Kate asleep on the couch in her office. Milly made a note to send out for more Energizers. A few days later Milly got the call she had been expecting. "Yes, sir, I gave it to her." ... "I think so, sir. She took it home and she's been coming in late." ... "If you say, sir." With some trepidation, Milly spoke into the intercom. "A Mr. William Jenkins on the line for you, ma'am." ... "He didn't say, ma'am." "What do *you* want, Bill?" Kate demanded sourly. There was no reason to feign civility. Bill Jenkins was President of NARM (National Association of Real Men). His organization of male chauvinist pigs was opposed to everything NAG stood for. The fact that Bill had dumped her for that skinny blonde bimbo at Berkeley had nothing to do with her distaste for the man. "Ahw, don't be that way, Katie," Bill pleaded, perhaps forgetting how she *hated* being called "Katie." "I thought it was time NAG and NARM buried the hatchet, you know, start to work together as partners. "Partners? In what, for heaven's name?" "Go out to dinner with me tonight and let me explain." he entreated.. "Please?" Kate was about to hang up on the asshole, but something made her hesitate. Perhaps it would be droll to hear how Bill Jenkins thought the organizations he and Kate headed could be "partners." "Pick you up at 8:30?" he asked. Kate surprised herself with the pains she took to look her best. She had been wondering when she would wear that rather daring little red leather mini she had picked up a few days ago on a whim. Well, why not? Let the bastard look, for all he good it would do him. He had always been a leg man. In fact, why not *tease* him a little? Make the old goat regret fucking that blonde who had a waist twice hers by now, Kate would wager. A deliciously wicked thought crossed her mind. Did she really need a bra? Her tits were big girls; they could take care of themselves. The stupid man had passed up many a happy night pleasuring these babies just because the blonde minx opened her legs for him the first time they were alone together, Kate thought with disgust. Kate considered going without panties, too -- that would give him an eyeful -- but rejected the idea. For some reason she was *pretty* damp down there tonight. She didn't want to soil her skirt. The red fishnet stockings would be a nice touch. Four inch heels were good enough for the office, but she decided on the fire-engine red five-inch pumps for tonight. Finally she dabbed on "Midnight Assignation." Marie? Hadn't that been the bitch's name? Kate couldn't understand the way Bill squired her into the restaurant, seeming to treat the occasion as a date rather than a business meeting. She tried to turn the conversation to professional matters but found it difficult over the arucula and radiccio salad, broiled lobster, and a fruity Australian white wine. Bill repeatedly deflected her questions with witty stories that kept Kate tittering. The pig was a great raconteur; always had been, now that she thought of it. Letting him refill her wine glass that third time could have been a mistake; it didn't get her any closer to understanding his ideas of partnership. She had even less success on the dimly lit dance floor. Kate had forgotten how much fun it was to be whirled and twirled around by a man who really knew those old steps that few people did nowadays. When the music turned slower and she felt his hands caress her buttocks, it just felt so natural to melt into his arms and let him hold her close. Snuggling her head against his shoulder didn't really mean anything romantic; it was just a social ritual. But it was certainly not conducive to serious talk about institutional partnership. No, Kate realized, if she was going to find out what Bill had in mind for NAG and NARM collaboration, she would just have to go back to his house with him as he suggested. If she had not been having so much fun, Kate would have been really annoyed at all this beating around the bush. In the car with his arm around her was the same. Would this bear of a man ever get serious? Why did he want to have a liqueur on the couch before he would out with it? It was very nice of him to tell her how pretty she looked, but what did that have to with his idea of partnership? And flattering though it was that Bill though she had pretty legs and wanted to see more of them, pushing her dress up like that was quite naughty, though it did make Kate laugh. Well, that she had a great set of jugs was no news to Kate! She guessed there was no real harm in letting him unbutton her blouse to admire them better. In fact, it had its practical advantage. If Bill had been kissing her man melters, as he was now, through the material of her blouse, what a dry cleaning bill she would have! Men! They could go to the moon and explore continents but needed help with the zipper of a woman skirt! She hated to think of the commotion if she hadn't been clever enough to leave the bra at home. Oh, that was nice. Having her titties kissed while a hand wormed it way into her panties was a lot more exciting now than she remembered from the back seat of Bill's automobile in college. My Goodness! Bill Jenkins had learned a few things about women in the last twenty years, Kate reflected. She was sure he would never have know how to put his mouth down *there* in college! Uhh! "A few things?" My god, a lot! When had he pushed aside her panties? He had his tongue in her ... UUU! ... He was going to make her ... AAAH ... yes, she was about to ... "Ahiyouuuuu!" Kate wailed as she came. After that, the exact sequence of events was a bit fuzzy, but they included Kate tottering upstairs a few orgasms later in just her panties and heels. Bill's hand on her shapely ass provided the needed guidance. Somehow the panties, too, disappeared and Kate found herself lying on her back, red spikes pointed to the ceiling with a naked Bill Jenkins looming over her. His prick was about halfway into her very wet pussy and sinking deeper! Kate knew she was about to orgasm again. Moments later another inhuman shriek pierced the midnight calm. "Oh shit!" Bill thought Of all the times for his home security alarm to malfunction, why *now*? He scrambled down to the basement to turn the infernal contraption off as quickly as possible without disturbing the aroused woman lying naked in his bed, but when he returned, he saw the spell was broken. With fire in her eyes Kate was down in the living room with her panties back on, pulling up her skirt and searching for her blouse. "You son of a bitch!" Kate hissed. "You deceitful, low life, treacherous scoundrel. Why waste abuse on a snake like you? Take me home this instant!" Kate Harridan when she was riled, brooked no dissent. A chastened Bill Jenkins meekly opened the car door for the fuming woman. She slammed it closed herself. "But Katie ..." he tried to explain as he slid into the driver's side. "Shut up! I don't want a peep out of you!" Kate glowered. There was nothing Bill could do but start the car and point it in the direction of Kate's apartment. To break the silence he slipped a cassette in the tape player. Kate was furious, as wrought up as she ever remembered being. As with most women, when she was angry with herself, she projected her ire outward. What a creep! How could Bill Jenkins think she would fall for that romantic evening routine? Bill Jenkins playing the gentleman! What a laugh! Bill Jenkins was no gentleman. He was a rogue, a cad. The machista pig's idea of a good night with a woman was probably to throw the bitch down on a hardwood floor and fuck her senseless. Kate bet he'd done it enough times, too, starting with that dumb blonde in college. Bill sure had the equipment for it. Kate eyed the bulge in his pants knowingly. Silly women didn't stand a chance with men like Bill. Just like that college floozy, they would glimpse a prong like Bill's and get so horny they couldn't keep their legs together. Any man with a prick the size of Bill Jenkins's was dangerous. Kate had never seen a package that size in a pair of pants. Bill probably had women falling over him, hot little numbers half his age that welcomed him into their warm wet fuck holes in a trice. Gad how she hated him! "O. K., Katie. Here we are." Bill said at last. "And I really am sorry about ..." "I thought I told you not to speak!" Kate snapped. Bill waked beside her to the door in silence. "Well!" Kate growled as she turned her key in the lock. "Well, what?" Bill asked uncomprehendingly. "After your disgusting behavior tonight, do you think you can just dump me on my door stoop like a sack of potatoes? Get your sorry ass in here. I want to get fucked!" It was Zen, Kate later reflected dreamily as she drifted down from a third orgasm and snuggled closer to her now sleeping partner. Once she stopped searching, the meaning became crystal clear. Bill had his huge part`n'er and damned if it didn't feel good! ***** The next few weeks saw a general relaxation of discipline around NAG headquarters. The President, frankly, was not setting a good example, often ducking out on Thursday afternoons for a long weekend with her new silver-haired beau and sometimes not straggling back until noon on Monday. Fortunately, Kate had loyal staff that stepped into the breech. NAG's head of Security, La Toya Ruston, put the fear of god into the unruly young men in their fancy cars who were causing havoc, queuing up for their dates every afternoon. Olivia Fuentes in Research tried to keep up a semblance of a media program. Victoria Chung of Personnel relentlessly docked the pay of girls who couldn't wait until quitting time to get started on their evening trysts. One would have expected Milly to help hold the fort, but Milly was facing one of life's big decisions. A little queasiness one morning brought something to mind she had not thought about for a while. She had been having such a great time these last four months, but she realized that since visiting the Clinic, she had been forgetting to re-fill her prescription for contraceptives. With the exception of Wentworth who was always responsible, she hadn't had much protection. When she got going with Carlos or Albert or especially with Horse, she just didn't have the heart to insist that they stop to put on a condom and she sure as hell didn't spoil the moment by making them pull out before they came. Olivia would have made a more exact calculation. Milly's was rough. Let's see ... three men, twice a week each for four months, average, say, four times a night times maybe three oz. per come ... Hum. About two gallons of semen by her reckoning. Yep, she was probably pregnant. Waiting until the baby was born was not the best way to assign paternity; it weakened her bargaining position. The decision was too serious for "enney, menney minney moh." A more objective method was required and the answer was pretty obvious. Wentworth had even more money than Horse and was a lot more malleable. Of course Milly expected his lawyers to try to push him into a stingy pre-nuptial agreement, but she and Wenny would pay a visit to Dr. Bock to talk about the baby and she was sure Amaka could give her fiancee enough backbone to stand up to a few lawyers. Besides, Wentworth would need Amaka's help to "remember" that night he had begged Milly not to make him use a condom and not to wonder why their baby was a lot darker than either he or Milly. Horse, Carlos and Albert were not too happy when Milly informed them she would not be able to see them quite so frequently once she was married. They were mollified, however, when she promised to introduce them to some of her friends. The ones she had in mind were taking work far too seriously, anyway, and needed a little more fun in their lives. Milly scheduled appointments with Dr. Bock for Olivia, Victoria, and La Toya. ***** The group wedding of Kate and three NAG officers was the socio-political event of the season. Angelica Lopez headlined the "Style" spread "They're All `New Feminists' Now." The photo caption said it all, "...from left to right the party comprised Mr. Charles, "Horse" Jones and his bride, Victoria Chung Jones; Mr. Carlos Valdez and bride La Toya Ruston Valdez; Mr. Albert Wu and bride Olivia Fuentes Wu; and Mr. William Jenkins, President of NARM and bride Catherine Harridan Jenkins, President of NAG. Accompanying the party were Mr. Wentworth Stokes and wife Mildred Stokes with infant; and Dr. James Bock of the Board of Directors of NARM and companion, Ms. Amaka Ebe" The touching photograph showed a delicate Victoria with her dark, straight hair and almond eyes smiling blissfully as the huge basketball player looked down on her in adoration. Heaven help the man who so much as *looked* the wrong way at his darling Vickie. No bantam rooster could have been more proud than Carlos at the side of the broadly grinning black woman who may have doubled his weight. Olivia and Albert were oblivious to the camera, lost in each others eyes. Kate in her surprisingly short bridal gown beamed as Bill held her around the waist like a prized possession. It was only a fluke of the camera angle that enabled a close observer of each bride's belly to note that someone had jumped the gun by serveal months on starting a family. The photographer had not thought it seemly for a family newspaper to include the adjacent tableau of considerable human interest. In it, a thin fiery redhead stood grinning, very proud and very pregnant, in the middle of the other four Wizards starters who were looking quizzically at each other. The End Comments, please, to: Homer Vargas [email protected] I wish to acknowledge inspiration from "Downing Street" and someone else who does not wish to be acknowledged without blaming them for the execution. I also wish to thank "Gary Grant," who ought to be writing himself, and who will recognize his input. ___________________________________________________ It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unpro- tected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.

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This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- This takes off from and uses some scenes and language from another story with a similar title, author unknown to me, but I have taken the idea in a different direction. Wonder Woman's MOST FULFILLING ADVENTURE By Homer Vargas ([email protected]) The day began like many others would for our superheroine friend with the usual easy capture of common criminals and petty thieves. But it would end like no other, for our sexy super heroine would begin an adventure like none she had experienced before, one that would change her life completely. Our story began routinely enough in the steamy jungles of South America with the eruption of a volcano near a small native village at the headwaters of the Amazon. The volcano erupted with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring torrent ate away at the landscape as it rushed down toward a tiny isolated village. The village could have been there for thousands of years thus, its inhabitants had thought the giant monster to the North was but a distant memory to a time that had long since passed. Now suddenly their village was faced with certain annihilation. That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the apprehension of a couple of bank robbers. This afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for the Justice League of America when she noticed the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the village. She turned her invisible plane around at once, knowing that she was the village's only hope. Within minutes she was over the site. With the lava rushing toward the village she realized there was no time to spare. From in her plane she lassoed a large bolder and with all the power the plane could muster lifted the bolder and placed it on top of the volcano's crater, diverting the lava flow harmlessly in another direction. In this way she was able to stem the lava's forward progress. Only when she was sure that the danger from the volcano was past did Wonder Woman land her plane in a clearing next to the village. There she was greeted by a throng of women who bowed down before her and worshipped as if she were a goddess. Wonder Woman tried to explain that she was not a goddess, (Of course she is a goddess in any *man's* book.) and said she only did what any superheroine would have done. Never having read Marvel Comics, however, the women did not understand this explanation but insisted she come with them into the village for a feast. Wonder Woman graciously accepted the invitation. It was a beautiful village with neat thatched huts and fields around were laid out geometrically. As she looked around she became aware that there was something odd about the village. It was *too* pretty, *too* orderly. There was no trash lying about. The lanes were lined with white stones that matched almost perfectly. The thatch of the huts was evenly trimmed and the mud walls were all painted in bright cheerful colors. Each hut had a window box of plants. Rows of flowers were interspersed among the lush crops. Cows had bows around their necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!) clean . The village seemed so... *feminine.* That was it! Wonder Woman realized that there were no *men* around. When she inquired and explained what she meant, the women just laughed. Yes, there were stories and legends about another kind of human -- larger, smellier creatures, totally unsuited to village life. Perhaps some lived on the other side of the mountains, but none of the women had ever seen one. They knew of no other people but themselves. Their valley was cut off on three sided by the sheer flanks of the volcano and the river exited through an impassible gorge. As Wonder Woman saw the amazing variety of crops produced on the rich volcanic soil, the fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and the large number of domestic animals, she could see how the village was able to exist comfortably, though completely isolated off from the outside world. They received and needed nothing from the outside but, except... Then Wonder Woman came to another shocking realization. Although there were no men in the village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were women of all ages from smiling old crones to infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a group of beautiful young women that all seemed to be about eight months pregnant. One doe-eyed beauty typified the others, looking ever so lovely with her gorgeous round belly and full firm breasts all of which she somehow just managed to cover. The clothes on her pregnant body looked like they were ready to explode so tightly was it stretched to cover the woman's ever expanding form. The cloth was light blue in color and through it you could see the woman's nipples which stood out, pointed and stiff The cloth was so tight that it seemed to cup each breast and made them seem even fuller which only accentuated every sensual curve of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape. Wonder Woman could just about make out the stretch marks through the cloth. And then of course there was her belly button which was being forced out by the ever growing child within. How was this possible? She wondered. but decided it was best not to ask the women directly just then because she felt it might offend them. Perhaps at the feast she would learn more as indeed she did -- much much more than she ever imagined! Wonder Woman also noticed with a displeasure she tried to conceal that the women of the village were very free with their bodies. She saw girls kissing each other on the mouth or women giving one another an affectionate slap on the ass, or squeezing together in embrace so warm their tits must touch. She saw couples drift off only to come back later flushed and laughing as if they had been doing something delightfully naughty. In her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed this immorality to ignorance and isolation from wholesome American culture, though she was too PC to say such a thing. The fires were being lit and a sumptuous meal prepared and as the first flagons of wine began to be passed around, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire how village women could conceive without men. The group of smiling village elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of nervous laughter and told Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her outside the village along a carefully tended path. There in a perfect little grove they showed her a curious pillar. The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar and worshipped it as their god. When the time came, a group of virgins were presented to the god and, if worthy, each would bear a child. The pillar was a long phallic shaped object which stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were dozens of smaller phalluses. At the base of the pillar there was also an inscription which none of the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was a very archaic form of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art come of age, give thyself upon the stone and thou shalt be blessed with child." Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this inscription and the women's belief out of hand, but *something* had to explain how women who had never been with men could bear children. The pillar fascinated her and she felt herself strangely drawn to it. As she approached the pillar she experienced sensations she had never felt before. She was suddenly more aware of her sexuality and try as she might to avoid it, sexual images of herself with a large, harry man flooded her head. The closer she got to the statute the hornier she found herself and the more realistic the fantasy. She saw herself lying on the ground, her legs spread obscenely with an expression of total ecstasy on her face as the harry man fucked away at her vigorously. Her arousal was so intense that if the other women hadn't been looking she probably would have masturbated right there! Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group to come back of the village for the feast. Moving away from the phallus the sensation diminished and Wonder Woman was able momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near the pillar had made her. Of course she was led to a place at the head of the table where she was seated at the side of the beautiful Queen Althea. During the feast, however, Wonder Woman's mind kept wondering back to the sensations she had experienced in the presence of the pillar. The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. Wonder Woman realized she would have to be careful not to drink too much, but without realizing it she allowed Althea to keep refilling her glass until she was quite as tipsy as the rest of the women. Only Althea remained sober. At the table next to hers, Wonder Woman noticed a group of girls that all appeared to be about sixteen who were being served from a special pitcher. Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls so young shouldn't be drinking. The judgmental superheroine would have done better to pay attention to her own behavior rather than worrying about others', for in her haze she did not notice that her own cup was also being filled from that same pitcher. As Queen Althea poured her still another cup of the special wine, Wonder Woman found herself thinking about how badly she wanted sex. She felt a tingling sensation in her breasts and between her legs. She noticed that her nipples were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy had produced an expanding wet spot in her tight blue and star hot pants. Embarrassed, she hoped Althea did not see it. The urge to reach down into her briefs and get her self off returned and became almost unbearable. Shaking her head to clear her mind of such thoughts, Wonder Woman looked around and was shocked. The feast was turning into an orgy. A sexual frenzy had come upon the women who very publicly were kissing and feeling each other up or even 69-ing on mats that had been laid out by the tables. She turned to Althea expecting the Queen to stop this disgusting, though arousing, display of public immorality. "The spirit of the god is upon us. It is beautiful is it not?" the Queen said with a serene smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's unspoken disapproval. "It is the night of the Presentation. It is fitting that women express our love, our desire for one another," she explained looking deep into Wonder woman's eyes. "We love you, too, Beautiful One." Before the astonished Amazon could reply, the Queen placed her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was kissing her full on the lips. Wonder Woman's first instinct was to reject the overture, but with her reflexes dulled by the wine, she hesitated. The Queen's kiss lingered and became more passionate. The Queen's arms slipped around her, pulling her close, the voluptuous woman's large tits crushing her own. Wonder Woman realized to her horror that without thinking she was cuddling close to the older woman and kissing her back! Her tongue and the Queen's were writhing together like love-sick snakes What was happening to her? Maybe it was the wine or that blasted pillar. She had never done anything like this before. A wave of revulsion and shame swept over her and with an effort of will power she broke the kiss. "Queen Althea, I thank you for your hospitality, but I really must go," she managed to make herself say. "It's a long journey back to my country," she said, her voice quavering from barely suppressed lust. The Queen would know that she was only making an excuse, that seeing women making love to women made her uncomfortable, but she wanted to be polite. The Queen continued to smile regally at her and did not seem offended. "Oh please do not leave us just now, Beautiful One. The feast has just begun. You must stay for the Presentation. Is there nothing I can do to make you change your mind? Wonder Woman was about to say "no," but the words never got the chance to form. The Queen, answering her own question, slipped a hand into Wonder Woman's costume and took possession of one of her tits. "Do you not enjoy a woman's pleasures?" Althea whispered and kissed her again. "Stay, Beautiful One, and I will pleasure you." The bolt of erotic sensation that shot through Wonder Woman left her weak, too distracted to object. In a kind of erotic daze, Wonder Woman allowed the Queen gently to pull her down onto a nearby mat and to begin sucking first one then another of her sensitive Amazonian jugs in earnest. Wonder Woman's head swam. She felt giddy, totally overpowered by a strange desire. She knew this was totally wrong. She had never allowed anyone, woman or man, o fondle her tits before. But she loved what this beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so much, she couldn't make her stop. Wonder Woman's breath grew short and she felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing inside her. Great Zeus she was about to come and the woman hadn't even touched her cli... "No! NO! Aiiiiiii" Wonder Woman screamed in ecstasy. Her body was convulsed by an intense orgasm as soon as the Queen's finger had touched her clitoris. She may have blacked out for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the Queen was staring down at her lovingly . "That was good, Beautiful One. You needed pleasuring, didn't you?" Wonder Woman could only look up at her in dazed confusion and nod her head `yes'. "I could see your need, Beautiful One, in your too rapid steps, the way you spoke too fast. You were tense and your mind was filled with many things a woman should not trouble with. You will lie tonight with me. I will relax you, ... take away your cares.... I will fill you with pleasure, ... and empty ... your mind," she added ominously, but Wonder Woman didn't catch the hint of danger. The Queen continued slowly to finger the overpowered superheroine's pussy. Wonder Woman thought dizzily she should leave, but the orgasm had left her disoriented and the words of her beautiful companion rang true. She did need to relax. She had been working virtually twenty hours a day for weeks. As Diana Prince she had a high-pressure job as a lawyer and as Wonder Woman she was constantly on call. On call! She started. She should be off to continue her patrol right now, she thought something like panic gripping her chest. Althea saw Wonder woman's reaction and quickly spoke a few words. The queen's voice and magic hand between her legs stopped Wonder Woman's thought in mid-formation, calming her instantly. "You shout too loudly when you come into a woman's pleasure, Beautiful One. We shall continue, but you must accompany with me to my quarters. It will be more ... seemly. This was insane. A beautiful lesbian had just seduced her and now wanted to take her away to her quarters and fuck her senseless? `No way!'. Then she felt the Queen's magic hand move within her pussy again and a new wave of desire swept over her. She needed the promised release. There was no way she could refuse. The orgasm this time was not instantaneous. She felt it build up -- slowly, deliciously, inevitably. But when it burst over her, Wonder Woman was utterly transported! Wonder Woman's recollections after that orgasm were hazy. Perhaps two young women helped steady her as the Queen lead her from the banquet to the Queen's quarters. She was pretty sure that the Queen's fingers never left her pussy as she was taken away. The Queen held her on the verge of another orgasm until the two young women gently put her to bed. "Now we can take our pleasure in private, Beautiful One," the Queen said as she lay down beside her and took Wonder Woman in her arms again. No, this could not be happening to her, but then she felt the Queen's lips on her lips ... the `other' ones. Oh no, oh yes! She was going down for a woman! No mortal man could have forced apart Wonder Woman's powerful thighs, but the Queen found only the slightest resistance as she gently opened up Wonder Woman's dripping snatch to her kisses. The aroused and panting Amazon could only moan when she felt the Queen's tongue invade the temple of her self. All questions and caution were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as the Queen gently sucked gently on her clitoris. The Amazonian Princess lost all track of time. At some point she saw or rather sensed the Queen had turned around into the 69 position, placing her moist pussy just above Wonder Woman's face. The Costumed Crime-Fighter had never done this, but in a orgasmic daze, she knew what was expected. She reached up and pulled the Queen's dripping crotch to her mouth and began to drink from the older woman's copiously flowing slit. Soon she was rewarded when the Queen yelped and came, drenching Wonder Woman's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice. This triggered yet another of Wonder Woman's orgasms and then another as the Queen persistently tongued her slit and toyed with her clit. As one orgasm blended into another, Wonder Woman forgot where she was, who she was, totally submerged in the giving and receiving of pleasure. Then -- suddenly? at last? she was aware of the Queen's rapturous face gazing down at her. "That was good, Beautiful One. Your body is full of pleasure. Now you must sleep." "No, no" Wonder Woman wanted to say. She could not go to sleep now. She had to get up,... had to go to the plane, had to ... but her unuttered protest was in vain, The Queen's magic fingers found her sensitive clit once again and she felt the beginnings of another kind of volcanic eruption. She could only gaze up into the Queen's eyes. "Yes, Beautiful One, you had much pleasure and now you are very tired. You are totally satisfied, but so much pleasure has exhausted you. Just a little more pleasure will make you sleep." Wonder Woman could not focus clearly on the Queen's words, the approaching orgasm didn't let her. "It feels good, Beautiful One. You love what I am doing to you, making you feel so calm and relaxed. Your eyes are heavy. Close them and drink the final draught of pleasure. The pleasure makes you very drowsy, ... very drowsy...." "Something ... wrong," Wonder Woman thought as waves of sleepy arousal lapped ever higher against her mind's defenses. "Got to fight it.... She's... trying to hyp hypnotize me..." "It' no use fighting me, Beautiful One, you are too sleepy Your desire for more pleasure is too much. Sleep.... Sleep!" "No, no" her terrified brain cried out, but her body's demands were too strong. With a final caress of Wonder Woman's rigid sex bud the Queen brought the horny Amazon to a final, sense-numbing orgasm. The last resistance of her powerful mind was swept away by a flood of erotic sensation and she fell deeply asleep in the Queen's arms. The Queen looked down with relief at the entranced Amazonian Princess. She had done it! The most powerful woman in the universe had succumbed just as her Master had said she would. The drugged wine had worked, she laughed. It had made the silly superheroine so horny, it had been easy to seduce and entrance her. "Sleep well for now, Wonder Woman" she now said to her insentient adversary, "Soon comes the Presentation and you are the `guest of honor.'" A grin of evil satisfaction shown from the Queen's face ***** Hours later Wonder Woman half awoke on the bed in the Queen's chamber. She was feeling wonderful, tingling with excitement as if she knew something important was about to happen but not what it was. Outside it was still dark, but there were sounds of a pipe, beautiful, erotic notes, the same piping, now that she though about it, that she had heard in the grove of the phallus. Again she was aware of the need to leave this strange village, but the piping music held her. She was about to look outside when the Queen walked in. "I hope you had a good nap, Beautiful One. The time has come for the Presentation. It is the most solemn ceremony of the year." "Thank you, Queen Althea, but I really must be leaving. You see I have ..." "Nothing to do that is more important than attending the Presentation," said the Queen authoritatively waving her hand in the eyes of the astonished superheroine. Wonder Woman blinked in confusion. The Queen was right again. There was nothing more important. The mere mention of the mysterious Presentation had stirred anew the feeling of excitement, sexual excitement. "As you say, Queen Althea," she replied with a strangely calm voice. "But you cannot attend dressed as you are, my dear," said the Queen with a mysterious smile. "You are not properly attired. Your strange clothes reek of power, almost defiance. They are not fitting garments for a woman who is to be presented to the god. You are to become the god's vessel, waiting to be filled. Your raiment must show meekness and docility." Had Wonder Woman heard correctly? *She* was not being presented to the god. "Well," grinned Wonder Woman, "I'm really NOT a very meek and docile ..." The Queen ignored her silly prattle and clapped her hands. Two lovely nymphs appeared. The same ones...? "Prepare the Beautiful One for the Presentation," she ordered Then she turned back to the confused Amazon, "You will relax and let your attendants take charge of everything." Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic tranquillity come over her, so much like earlier tonight after the Queen had first gotten her off. She hardly knew what the two girls were doing as they led her thither and yon, petted her and bathed her, toweled and perfumed her. Their hands were never far from her nipples and playfully teased her moist crack. She felt wonderful and more ... more *femenine* than ever in her life. "Now we will apply the unguents to prepare you for the Presentation," said the taller of the two. "Rest there." The powerful woman warrior allowed the two lithe young women to lead her back the bed where the Queen had made love to her. Gently they lay her down and begin to massage her. First they poured warm oils on her back and shoulders. She sighed as she inhaled the pungent vapors that sent her mind drifting elsewhere. Surprisingly strong fingers flew up and down her back and especially her large round ass. Wonder Woman felt the reawakening of arousal as soft hands kneaded her buttocks and inner thighs, Then she found herself face up, gazing into the excited faces of her two attendants. "Your body must glow for the God," one said and more oil was pored over her shapely naked figure. The pretense of massage had long since disappeared, but this did not register with Wonder Woman's lust-befuddled brain. The two women fell to work bringing the dreamy superheroine to full arousal. One caressed her large sensitive breasts while the other began a stealthy but inexorable invasion of her womanhood. Slowly they stoked the Amazon to a fever of arousal, but following their Mistress's orders, were careful not to allow her the release of orgasm. Wonder Woman's eyes were closed and she was moaning softly when the Queen appeared once again. "Well done, my sweets. She appears to be in total readiness," she whispered to the two women, dismissing them. "Come, now, Beautiful One. Your sisters await you." Taking Wonder Woman by the hand the Queen bid the somnambulistic superheroine rise. She opened her eyes to gaze into the Queen's but saw little else so strong was her almost trance-like arousal. Gently the Queen slipped a simple and very short shift over her sculpted shoulders. In front it hung from her jutting tits, distended by arousal. In back it caressed her full rounded ass. Nothing covered her sex. She felt wonderfully, deliciously open and vulnerable. Wonder Woman was taken to join a dozen similarly dressed young women with dumb, happy expressions on their faces that matched her own. If she could have taken notice, Wonder Woman would have seen they were the same girls that had been served from the special pitcher at the banquet. Were not her super senses dulled by the spell of lust, she would also have smelled the surrounding musk of females ready for sex. Like Wonder Woman's, her young companions' pussies were slowly leaking from intense sexual excitement. Wonder Woman appeared almost twice the age of these maidens and her stature and breast size made her stand out from the rest, a mature, fully ripe woman among mere nymphs. Hidden, masculine eyes admired the sight of the sex-transfixed Amazon. The beautiful piping led them outside the village to the mysterious pillar. They walked around the great phallus three times, gazing upward at it reverently. Each chosen woman was then placed before one of the smaller phalluses that encircled the powerful symbol towering above them. Most of the phalluses were eight to twelve inches long. The smaller women were placed before the smaller objects. Wonder Woman's bliss-numb mind did not take in that she was positioned before the largest, a fourteen inch monster that had been laved and glistened with oil. "This is the hour, Little Sisters. Your yearnings are fulfilled. This is the hour of your Presentation! Give yourselves freely, and may you be found worthy." the Queen intoned. Then each woman was led to her phallus. Gentle hands helped her to lower herself onto the object so it slid smoothly into her moist cunt. Wonder Woman felt a momentary discomfort as the hands helped her impale herself, but she was well lubricated, her cunt loose from uncounted orgasms, and the massive cock slipped inside her effortlessly. Immediately any discomfort was replaced by unbearable pleasure. Slowly at first she began to ride up and down on the stone prick. As Wonder Woman began to writhe in growing excitement, her orgasm beginning to build, unseen hands grasped her breasts kneading them and pinching her nipples to increase the sensation. Others stroked and teased her clit. Ecstasy such as she had never known rushed up at Wonder Woman from her loins. Heavenly fire seem to spread from her crotch to her breasts and throughout her body. An orgasm that made those of earlier that night pale, erupted within her, racing from fingers to toes and back, again and again. She split the night air with her brays of lustful pleasure, but her cries of defeat were drowned by the wails, sobs, moans, and shrieks of a dozen other simultaneously orgasming women. She continued to thrash helplessly as she came again and again. As at last she tired and slowed. As her orgasmic high, gradually faded she slumped toward unconsciousness. Strong masculine hands were waiting to lift her from the stone. ***** An hour later the God Pan, satisfied in more ways than one, smiled down at the still sleeping Amazon. How he had longed for and plotted for this night. He had established this colony of brainwashed women here years ago, populating it with his daughters. Vulcan had helped by releasing the volcano's power. His beautiful witch wife Althea had cast a spell to give the phallus its erotic power. Pan's scheme was proceeding well. Wonder Woman would cease to pollute the world as a role model for a generation of women, women who were too smart, too independent. "No more, Amazon," he smirked. "No more!" ***** In the bright sunlight of the next morning, everything of last night seemed like a dream. The grateful women of the tribe gathered around the airplane waving good bye to the happy superheroine. Only the Queen seemed more subdued. "Remember us, Beautiful One. You can always come back here. No matter what happens out there in the World of Men, we will always love you." Glowing with fond if hazy memories of the magical night she had spent in the village, Wonder Woman flew sleepily away, back to her world of crime fighting and, as Diana Prince, high powered legal battles. But she could not put aside the memories of the village of happy women, especially the image of those gorgeous pregnant girls she had seen and their eagerness to have a baby. Sadly, it was something her calling could never allow her to experience in either personae. Within a few days everything seemed back to normal, except that the horniness Wonder Woman first felt before the pillar would not leave her. For the first time in her life she found herself spending a lot of time with her legs open and her hands in her pussy. She just had to get off constantly! And with every orgasm, which seemed to get more intense as the days went by, came unbidden thoughts of motherhood. How glorious it would be, she fantasized, to see her own belly swell, her own big boobs grow larger still as she made a baby. She found herself staring at pregnant women and young couples with children and thought how wonderful it must be to be a mother. Was there a biological clock even for Amazons, she wondered? The fascination with pregnancy even invaded her dreams in which she saw her cute silky-smooth tummy expending and growing larger. She awoke from these dreams about pregnancy hornier than ever, but she tried to dismiss them. She could never allow herself to become pregnant. She was a modern girl, holding down two very important jobs. If she became pregnant, how she could possibly continue in her crime fighting efforts. In her case pregnancy was even more impossible since if she ever willingly gave herself to a man, her super powers would fade. With growing efforts, she tried to keep these fantasies in the background. Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder Woman did not became concerned until she discovered that they seemed to be having a psychosomatic effect. Was it just her imagination, or were her breasts actually larger and fuller, making her lycra top cling to her Amazonian tits like seran wrap. No, it wasn't her imagination. Diana measured and found her bra size had gone from a size 36D to 39E. Moreover, having her now swollen breasts cramped into that tight lycra top with her nipples being as sensitive as they were, made her extremely horny. Her pants became wet within minutes whenever she was in her Wonder Woman costume which she found herself avoiding. At her apartment one day as she walked past a shiny metal cabinet, she noticed her reflection. She marveled at how large her breasts had grown and how they looked as if at any moment they would rip through the lycra top. Her nipples were standing straight out and she could see clearly the definition of where her breast ended and her nipples began. Although her nipples had stood out before there seemed to be something different about the way they protruded now, as if they were preparing themselves to be suckled. Moreover, she noticed that her whole body seemed to be growing rounder and softer. She took a closer look at her reflection and felt a little shock. Did she see a small definable bulge where a few days before had been only the hard flat stomach of a superheroine? Now that she thought of it, her already tight fighting shorts had been getting more difficult to wiggle into with each passing week since she had visited the village. Her shorts now came up just past her belly button leaving half of her tummy exposed, and she could see that her belly button was being forced slowly but surely outward. Her blue shorts seemed to cup and cradle that little bulge like a mother cradling an infant in her arms. She placed her hands on her stomach and marveled at how sexy that little curve seemed to make her look. Especially since the tight fitting blue shorts seemed only to accentuate that curvature of her rounded tummy. It made her hot! She hurried to her bedroom to change out of her outfit and to get herself off. She put on a sheer satin white nightgown which only accentuated the changes in her body. The gown made her jetting breast look like two missiles that were getting ready to blast off into the stars. It clung to her little stomach showing a clearly definable round little sphere. She walked to her bed and climbed in covering up with the soft silk sheets. The combination of the sheets clinging to her body and the shadows of the room only made that cute little bulge of her stomach seem larger. She was rubbing herself vigorously, near dozing off after a third orgasm when she became fully aware of the implication of the changes which had occurred in her body could mean. Could she actually be...? Of course not! She had never slept with a man. She just hadn't been getting enough exercise and she had been eating like a pig recently -- ice cream, pickles, the weirdest things. "Get a grip, girl," she told herself. "Tomorrow you start back exercising," as another orgasm put her to sleep for the night. Wonder Woman might not have liked her new look, but Steve sure did and pestered her for dates more than ever. Horny as she was, it was getting harder to turn him down. At last one night she let the delighted officer come in for a nightcap, as Diana was "out." Just one glass of wine seemed to hit her like a bombshell. Steve saw what was happening and before she knew it, he had his hands in her pants. Only by the most extreme force of willpower did she force herself to push him away and send him off confused and seething. As soon as the door closed her own hand flew to the site Steve's had just vacated and she brought herself to a screaming crashing orgasm. That was too close! It was time for her to go on the pill. A few days later she showed up for the appointment with the OBGYN Batgirl recommended. She hated the sly look of triumph on her younger rival's slutty lips. The self-righteous Amazon certainly had no intention of sleeping around like the promiscuous Bat-slut who seldom spent a night with her pussy unfilled, but precautions were precautions. The doctor asked Diana to undress. With some embarrassment she did so, never having let a man see her naked before. Why was he just smiling at her? "You can get dressed and come into my office Miss Prince" "What's wrong?" she asked a few minutes later as she sat across from the smiling doctor. "I thought you needed to examine me completely before giving me a prescription for contraceptives." "You should have thought about contraceptives a long time ago, young lady." he lectured. "You're three and a half months pregnant!" Back home, once the initial shock of being pregnant wore off, Wonder Woman tried to understand how this could have happened. Then she recalled the tremendous orgasm that she had as she rode that strange stone in the village. She also realized that the dreams and fantasies about pregnancy had started as soon as she returned from there So the beliefs of the village women were true! In some mysterious way that phallic-shaped pillar did have the power to impregnate a woman, even a Wonder Woman! Strangely, she was not really upset because of the joy that she now felt over having a baby. In fact she started growing horny with the anticipation of what it would feel like as her belly grew with each passing day. Her hormones were raging so strongly at the thought of being pregnant that she could no longer control herself. She lay in bed and began to masturbate over and over bringing on one orgasm after the other until she was struck by a wonderful thought. She was already pregnant; she didn't have to masturbate at all! Steve was surprised when a leering Wonder Woman showed up unannounced at his apartment. He was shocked and delighted when he heard why she had come. As Wonder Woman tried to fuck him for the fifth time that night, however, he was no longer so delighted. Wonder Woman, too, was disappointed to find out that men had so little stamina. How did mortal women make do with only one of them? Nor did Steve's cock compare to the phallus in the village, she thought. ***** At first Wonder Woman tried to continue her career, but pregnancy made it increasingly difficult. For example, one morning her crime alert went off sending her whisking off in her jet to stop a bank robbery. On the way, however, she found herself suddenly feeling ill. She felt so sick that she had to land the plane so that she could get out and vomit. This was strange she thought because she had never been sick before. Still, she felt so bad, she decided the only thing to do was to return home. It was only a bank robbery, she thought; the police could handle that themselves. Shortly afterwards, Wonder Woman had a terrible row with Steve. His pride at having knocked up Wonder woman turned to fury when he figured out she had been well pregnant before they started sleeping together. He assumed she was going to name him as the father and ask for child support. That made Wonder woman livid. Steve said some terrible things about her and demanded to know who she had been sleeping around with, insinuating that the little bastard that was on its way might have little pointy bat ears. That made Wonder Woman so mad she refused to fuck him for almost a day. The police soon stopped calling as Wonder Woman became more and more unreliable, between morning sickness and just feeling sleepy all the time. Diana Prince was fired from her job at the law firm because as her belly expanded, her IQ seemed to shrink. She was just too horny all the time to think logically anymore. The last straw was when the media got wind or her condition. Photos in the tabloid Gotham Gazette of an obviously pregnant Wonder Woman waddling ineffectually after a bank robber held her up to ridicule. Rush Limbach pontificated that "Little girls who want to play superheroine should learn to keep their knees together." Wonder Woman knew she had to escape the humiliation, but the though of going home to Paradise Isle was worse that staying in the Gotham. Her mother and the other Amazons would never believe her story, thinking she was just another oversexed Amazon who had been corrupted by the world of men. No there was only one place to go ... ***** A throng of cheering women greeted Wonder Woman as she set her plane down by the little native village. She maneuvered her now swollen belly out of the cockpit and sent the invisible aircraft away, back to Paradise Isle never to return. No one could possible find her now. Here there would be no shame, no regrets, only love and acceptance. Queen Althea was there to greet her. "Welcome back, Beautiful One. I knew you would return." "You did, but how?" "This," she smiled and patted Wonder Woman's tight belly. "Of all women at the Presentation, how could the god `not' have found you worthy? Let's get you set up in the maternity house." The women escorted her to a large, airy lodge on the outskirts of the village. Wonder Woman looked around and noticed that all the other girls that had been Presented that moonlit nights months ago were there and all were in the same marvelous condition as she. They pointed their fingers at her big tummy and giggled. She wanted to giggle back. They welcomed her like one of their own, as she was, just another horny, knocked-up young woman. Wonder Woman found that the maternity house was a big playground where the little mommies-to-be were just as horny as she was. They could eat and make love to their heart's content. She immediately became like an older sister to all of them and they *loved* her for it. Nights and siestas Wonder Woman usually found a girl sucking her bloated tits while another snuggled between her now quite plump legs, lapping her to a relaxing, sleepy orgasm. Wonder Woman was neither the first nor the last whose time came. When her contractions set in, the older women gently led her to the birthing lodge where they examined her. On determining that she was indeed in labor, the beautiful attendant gave her a soothing tea that made her very drowsy and put her in bed. Speaking in a sing-song voice and putting her fingers in Wonder woman's cunt, the midwife brought her to a series of powerful orgasms that put her into a deep sleep. When Wonder Woman woke up she was horny again and she knew why. She smiled through closed eyes as she felt one of her sisters sucking her tit. But, the sucking didn't feel quite like what she was used to. It seemed both more delicate and more persistent. As she finally opened her eyes, she let out a squeak of joy to see a beautiful little girl nursing vigorously at her large exposed breast. ***** Two weeks later Wonder Woman was back at the maternity lodge, again happily nursing her rapidly growing daughter. The plump little angel had suckled almost thirty minutes at both breasts before falling back to sleep, drugged by her mother's rich milk. As always, the experience left Wonder Woman very much aroused. A nurse had taken the infant away and she was about to begin masturbating when Queen Althea arrived. "I came to see how you're feeling. Are you all recovered?" the queen asked. "Oh yes, Althea. The herb baths have me fully healed and feeling wonderful. Thank you for coming You have been so good to me, Althea," Wonder Woman overflowed. "Being here is wonderful and I love my new daughter so much. I owe it all to you!" Queen Althea smiled back knowingly. With a hint of hardness in her voice she said, "Well, not `everything,' sweetie. There is someone else who had just a little bit to do with it." She gestured and in stepped a powerfully handsome horned figure. "Perhaps you should get to know your little girl's father." Wonder Woman looked and her happiness turned to horror at the sight of satyr-god, Pan, the Amazons' ancient enemy. A thousand thoughts tumbled through her brain at the same time. Despair! Treachery! Shame!, but also, to her chagrin, a powerful physical attraction to the undeniably macho form before her. The Queen saw her reaction and waved her hand. Everything but the attraction disappeared. "But how....? I thought ... that night ... the pillar ...?" "Didn't you learn anything about the birds and the bees out there in the World of Men?" Althea asked sarcastically. "Babies don't come from Paris in a box and they sure don't come from humping yourself to silly on a granite dildo, my dear. You got knocked up the same way as every other woman in the world has. My husband put his big marvelous prick between those pretty legs of yours and filled your fertile cunt full of his semen. You were impregnated by a master cocksman, darling," she smiled and looked with pride at the beaming Pan. Wonder Woman could only gape. "You were dazed but still in a delightful rut when we pulled you off of the phallus," Pan continued. "I had inseminated my daughters quickly so I could spend the rest of the night with you. I wanted to make sure you were well serviced," he grinned. "I climaxed you several times to ready the body for conception, especially after the `preparations.'" "Yes, you see I did more than just hypnotize you that night to make you horny and submissive," explained Althea. "The herbs in the massage oil my servants used contained large amounts of a substance very much like female sex hormones. Breathing those fumes re-arranged your monthly cycle and made you extremely fertile that night." "All you needed was my sperm," continued Pan. "Your conscious mind didn't even know when I laid you back and put my penis in you, but your reptile brain knew. I hardly needed to get you into the best position. You yourself lifted your legs to my shoulders so that every stroke would slam my cock deep into your hot cunt. Your hips bucked and thrust in perfect time with me. Every entry was deeper than the one before. You began to orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated you and you didn't stop until I unloaded a bucket of come in you." "But we made sure, Wonder Woman." Althea was taunting her now. "We kept you on your back with your legs up on pillows so none of the semen would run out until my sexy mate could get it up to do you again. Then he fucked you a second time. We kept pillows under your ass and plugged your vagina with a dildo to keep you full of my husband's potent cum come all night. I put you back into a trance so you would sleep. My serving girls kept working the dildo bringing you to one soft rolling orgasm after another to promote conception. There was no way you could have left the island without being knocked up." "You'll pay for this, Pan! I'll..." Wonder Woman snarled. "Do nothing. You can do nothing," smirked Althea. "Your powers are already fading. Soon you will no longer be Wonder Woman." "You're Wrong, Althea. I lose my powers only if I *willingly* give myself to a man. The night of the Presentation doesn't count. You yourself just said, I was drugged and hypnotized." "Yes, of course you were. That's why it was important to send you back to Gotham horny as a skunk, to learn there that you were pregnant, and in your despair..." Althea's voice trailed off. "Oh, no!..." Wonder Woman gasped. "Steve!" "Yes, Wonder Woman," Althea hissed triumphantly. "You *willingly* gave yourself to Steve. Then, when he and everyone rejected you, you came running here into our trap, as we knew you would!" Althea beamed. "With you out of the way, Wonder Woman, resistance to my plans for the World of Men is crumbling. Your sexless strength was a perverse example to millions of women. Now things are returning to `normal,'" Pan sneered. "Althea and I have been traveling around influencing events and attitudes quite successfully." "While you were fucking yourself sill with the girls in the birthing lodge, Althea started a popular new talk show on public TV," Pan continued with a self-satisfied smile. "You would be amazed how many top women executives, professionals, scientists after watching Althea have given up the struggle and let their husbands and boyfriends make them pregnant. Young women are dropping out of law schools and medical schools in droves to take care of unexpected babies. Mid-career men are finding new opportunities opening up as their smarter women rivals find they have to stay home to nurse "surprise" additions to their families. You might be interested to hear that even Batgirl hung up her ears when she found she was going to be the mother of twins," Pan beamed. A crushed Wonder Woman began to sob inconsolably. "What.... what happens to me now?" whimpered the humiliated and defeated ex- superheroine. "That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed. "You and your new daughter will make you home with us at the Palace. I am going to make you my Junior Queen. Althea has spent eons practicing how to please a man and she is one hell of a fuck," Pan smiled affectionately at his elegant mate. "But she has so many things to do -- traveling with me , casting spells, and all. More pregnancies would interfere with that . We decided I needed a younger, stronger mate to do the child bearing from now on." "Oh, no! No, No!" cried Wonder Woman, but her body betrayed her words. She burned with shame to realize she was terribly aroused at the thought that this virile creature was going to breed her ... again and again. "Oh yes!" Pan gloated. "Although you are no longer Wonder Woman, you are still a marvelously strong and healthy woman. I'm going see that you stay pregnant from now on. You will be a wonderful baby making machine for me. I'm sorry we will have to take your daughter away from you for a while, but as you know, nursing delays the re-establishment of your fertility; we couldn't allow that. Now, would you like me to start breeding you again right now or later this afternoon when we take you to your new home?" Pan asked. Wonder Woman continued to sob softly, but a very visible wet spot was growing on her gown. "Well, I guess you have the Wonder Slut's answer," sniffed Althea. Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his tunic. He fondled Wonder Woman's breasts for a few seconds until she was moaning in bot despair and arousal, then he pushed her down over a chair, pulled down her panties, and rucked up her gown. Positioning his cock at the opening of the weeping cunt of the ex-superheroine, the smirking god turned to Althea. "Do you want to wait outside darling while I impregnate this bitch?" "Oh no, my Lord. She's almost as much my project as yours. I want to WATCH!" The End Comments welcomed at: [email protected] ------------------------------------------------- It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.

\\\// -(@ @)- ---------oOO--(_)--OOo------------------- WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! ----------------------------------------- Scroll down to view text Archive name: ex1.txt Authors name: Homer Vargas Story title : The Examination ----------------------------------------------------- Copyright Homer Vargas - 1998 - This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- The Examination by Homer Vargas Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in her gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. With this delay she wouldn't be able to get back to the office this evening to polish the brief she was preparing for next Monday's hearing of the Ferguson case. She couldn't understand how Janet could let her office could do this to her. Especially now that she was a Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to $1,500. Kathy had been in a foul mood today, anyway. That asshole, Paul Graves, had been skulking around her office trying to get her to go out with him again. What a skumbag! He knew that she knew he was married and he didn't make any secret about his lewd intentions. Did he think that just because he was a Senior Partner, the newest Junior Partner would sleep with him in gratitude? She certainly didn't need a pushy bastard like Paul Graves in her life. Kathy already had a perfectly satisfactory boyfriend who was properly infatuated with the sexy young lawyer. She had only to wait another six months until his inheritance vested fully to let him make her Mrs. Trent Atturbury. She would take his name and take his money and in return he would get... to be seen in public with her. Trent's family didn't like Kathy. Daddy thought she was a high-class bitch and a golddigger. That was because Bob Atturbury knew a lot more about women and about life than the somewhat effete Trent ever would. One of the few mistakes Kathy had ever made with a man was to think she could sweeten up old Bob by seducing him. Oh, getting him into her bed was no trouble; he was a horny old goat. Fucked damned good, too. Better than Trent, but then, who didn't? The next morning, however, Bob just laughed at her and said he had only wanted to see just how big a slut she was. Fortunately, although Trent didn't have half his Daddy's brains, he would soon have more than half of Daddy's money. *** The receptionist behind the counter wasn't helping Kathy's mood, either. "Suzie" was yacking away on the telephone. Kathy cringed at her own politically incorrect characterization of the young woman who was, no doubt, a victim of an oppressive patriarchal society, but dammit, she was an obvious bimbo. To make matters worse she was painting her nails a garish red while she talked to a girlfriend about the way some `total hunk' could `turn her inside out' in bed. Where was Ruth, Janet's regular receptionist, Kathy wondered? Truth be told, the premises also had Kathy's nose out of joint. Dr. Janet McGuire's former office had been a suite in a downtown office block near Kathy's own. When Kathy had made this appointment for her annual check-up, she had been surprised to learn that Janet's office had moved. Whatever possessed Janet to bring her downtown obstetrics and gynecology practice -- so convenient for career women like herself -- to this large old house on the outskirts of town? The grounds were indeed spacious and the setting was beautiful in a bucolic sort of way, but so out of character for Janet. Kathy had chosen Janet as her OBGYN in part because they were similar types: ambitious, single, hard-working, hard-playing, city girls. If the house and grounds were puzzling, the new decor was ghastly. Kathy had appreciated the undestated former waiting room, done in dark woods and green leather. It had looked like the public area of any other professional firm. The present surroundings screamed out a change. The room was furnished with low couches in the most cloying `feminine' pastel upholstery. The pattern of the wallcovering looked like a cheep valentine. Flowers, voluptuous nymphs, cupids shooting arrows! Gad! The classical music Janet had previously favored had been replaced by `romantic' soft rock. Kathy had made the receptionist turn off the TV tuned to Oprah re-runs. The reading material only rubbed in the office's disconcerting transformation. Gone were the almost up-to-date issues of "The New Yorker," "New Republic," "Progressive," and "New York Review of Books." In their place were copies of magazines Kathy had never seen before with names like "Maternity Today," "Babies!," "Body and Child." The worst was one was "Total Woman." Kathy leafed through it in disgusted fascination. She couldn't believe Janet knew what was out here in her waiting room. This publication was an insult to any modern woman. It was filled with "advice" on how to look, dress, talk, and act to please men. "Men Like Minis," "The Lost Art of Being Seduced," "Let Him Give You Super Orgasms." "Is Breast Enlargement for You?" (If you were less than a 40DD, the unsurprising answer was "yes.") Revolting! The articles that didn't deal with having sex were about having babies. "Convince Him to Give You Another Child," "Twins are Twice the Fun," "Herbs To Increase Your Fertility." "The Talk" advised explaining your surprise pregnancy to your teenage daughter by telling her that, "Daddy decided he wanted Mommy to have more babies and Mommy loves Daddy so much she gave him one." And not to worry because "Daddy makes enough money so Mommy doesn't have to work and can stay home to take care of you and the new babies." Outrageous! Judging by the reading material, the OB part of the practice seemed to have swallowed up the GYN. "The doctor is almost ready to see you," Suzie announced. "Let me just take some information. Give me a second to get over there; I'm not moving too fast these days," she grinned. When the receptionist stood up, Kathy gasped and saw what she meant. Suzie wasn't just pregnant, she was huge. Suzie smiled again when she noticed Kathy was staring as the receptionist waddled up to her with the clipboard. "Twins," she said pointing with pride to her bloated abdomen. Suzie asked a lot of the usual questions. She seemed really to perk up when she heard that Kathy was in the middle of her menstrual cycle. Some of the questions on the other hand, seemed unnecessarily personal and rather crudely phrased. Did Kathy have a regular boyfriend. How frequently she "get laid?" How many times a night could he "screw" her? Did she have multiple orgasms each time her "did her?" How did she manager when she didn't have a man to "get her off?" Even aside from the vulgar language, Kathy was put off by the whole interrogation. Everything the nurse asked seemed to be either prying or information that the regular receptionist would not have had to ask. "Where is Ruth, today?" Kathy inquired letting more annoyance into her voice than she intended. "Oh, she leaves early every afternoon so she can nurse her new baby boy." Kathy was dumbfounded. Ruth? Ruth Pritchet with a baby? Kathy knew that several years ago Ruth's abusive husband had run off with a younger woman, leaving Ruth struggling to bring up two teenage daughters. The experience had left Ruth with a rather sour (realistic, in Kathy's opinion) view of men. Ruth had never so much as mentioned dating. How, in less than a year since Kathy's last appointment, had Ruth met (and married?) a man and given him a baby? It made no sense. The beatific smile of the receptionist compounded Kathy's dismay. Didn't the little ditz realize the loss of independence that having baby presented to a 45 year old woman like Ruth with almost grown children? No, Kathy thought, `she' wouldn't! That's why she'd let some guy make her pregnant. "Kathy, `darling.'" Kathy was still trying to digest the news about Ruth as her head snapped around to see her friend, Emma Parks. Kathy was in for her second shock. Emma was just coming out of the doctor's inner office, beaming. Well, `glowing' was the clich word. Kathy hardly believed her eyes. Emma's tummy poked out under an almost indecently short maternity dress. She looked about seven months gone. "Emma!... You're..." Kathy stumbled over her words, overcome by surprise. "Pregnant!" her friend confirmed with a big silly grin. "Uh, congratulations," Kathy offered somewhat insincerely. Emma was a woman about Kathy's own age whom she had known since before her friend had met and married Frank last year. Kathy was leery of commitments herself, but had to admit that Frank, a gentle, funny suitor, seemed OK for Emma. The rising marketing executive had told her, however, that after the wedding Frank had turned out to be "kind of a Neanderthal. He would be happy to keep me home, barefoot and pregnant if I didn't hold him off," she laughed. Emma didn't plan on giving Frank any children for some time, however, until her career was better established. She was fighting her way up the ladder of a somewhat old-fashioned firm and she didn't want to "give the old bastards any excuses" not to recognize her ability. "Yes, isn't it `wonderful'?" her friend gushed. "It's kind of a surprise." Kathy replied. "I thought you ..." "Well, yes," Emma let out an embarrassed giggle. "I guess it was sort of an accident. [silly grimace] Dr. Bock told me to go off the pill for a while and I guess Frank isn't very good at using condoms. [giggle] And with the testosterone pills the doctor gave me, well, I was just letting Frank `do it' to me all the time. I guess I let him `do me' once too often." she shrugged, obviously not unhappy with the outcome. Why would a doctor recommend that Emma stop taking contraceptives? And testosterone, wasn't that the stuff that made women...? Stifling these questions Kathy settled for, "Dr. Bock? Who's that? Janet has a solo practice here, doesn't she?" "Not any more she doesn't," Emma replied with a mischievous sing-song. "Dr. Bock is Janet's new `partner.' And I don't blame her. He is a `hunk.'" Kathy was getting really annoyed by Emma's attitude. It reminded her too much of those damned magazines. Why did she have to be so "giggly" and "girlish?" "Why would you be seeing Janet's new partner instead of her, anyway?" "Oh, Dr. Bock has been taking all Janet's cases for about six months now " "Why? What's wrong with Janet?" "Absolutely nothing, darling. She's happy as a kitten lapping cream. It's just that James thought she should stay home and take care of herself until the baby arrived and now that she's nursing .... That's what I'm going to do, too." "Baby!" Kathy exploded. What the hell was going on here? Was every female associated with this infernal clinic having a baby? Kathy tried to regain her composure. "I didn't even know Janet had a ... boyfriend. Who is the James she's married?" "Well, they aren't exactly `married,'" Emma confessed, conspiratorially. "James is just living with her. And I already told you who he is -- Dr. Bock, James Bock." "When and how did all this happen?" Kathy asked in disbelief. "I don't know the whole story," Emma began, lowering her voice. "James was just out of medical school and came her for an interview. Janet seems to have kind of fallen for him in a big way. She let him invite her out for dinner the first day they met. I hear she took him back to her apartment that night and I'll bet it wasn't to pore over Gray's Anatomy," Emma giggled. "They started dating and before anybody knew it, James was living with Janet and working here at the clinic. A few weeks later, she missed her period. That made Dr. Bock her partner in more ways than one. -- Well, I `told' you he is a hunk. -- After a couple of months they decided to move their office to this place. Don't you just `love' it?" This tale answered some of Kathy's questions, but raised a lot of new ones. She couldn't understand the Janet McGuire she knew, not only taking up with a man ten year younger than she, but immediately letting him knock her up (even if he is a `hunk' as Emma so irritatingly asserted). Nor could she see Janet pulling out of her medical practice for an extended period to care for herself and a baby because "James though she should." "When is Janet coming back?" Kathy inquired. "OH, I don't know. Maybe not for a while. I hear she's got another one on the way." "Well, got to run," Emma gushed as she flounced off. "Frank likes me to have his dinner ready for him when he gets home. That way we can spend more time in bed with his you know what in my you know where." Kathy was still gaping at this explanation when the door of the inner office opened. "Kathy, the doctor will see you now." Kathy was surprised to see a tall, stunning black woman who introduced herself as Amaka. She wore a parody of a nurse's uniform. It was short, barely covering her crotch and cut low in from to reveal large breasts. She had large dangling earrings and a flashy pendant lay on her bosom. "Please accept our apologies for the delay, Kathy. I'm sure you understand, Dr. Bock has such a heavy work load." Why did everybody have to be on a first name basis. She resented being called "Kathy" by someone she didn't know. Its was condescending. "So I see," Kathy replied a bit sarcastically. "But I hope you realize ...". "Now, now, Kathy. Don't be upset. Dr. Bock will not want to see you like that. Just slow down. Take a few deep breaths. We've done everything we can here to create a calm, peaceful atmosphere. We've taken you far form the hustle and bustle of the city. This should be a soothing, comforting place where you can leave your tensions and concerns behind you. Please, forget your worries. Just ease up a little and relax... relax." Kathy was astounded. Why was this striking woman with those beautiful chocolate breasts speaking to her as if she was a child, going on and on about being relaxed and calm? Amazingly, though, it was working; she `was' starting to unwind as the sexy woman continued to speak. Amaka had such a soft yet commanding voice and Kathy couldn't take her eyes off of those luscious breasts and the pendant that was flashing... flashing in her eyes. In fact, it was getting hard to remember just why she had ever been upset in the first place. Kathy wasn't really paying attention to what Amaka was saying anymore. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. "Good girl, Kathy. You are totally relaxed, totally at peace. Now we are going to get you ready for the doctor to see you. Here, let me help you off with your clothes." Kathy opened her eyes dreamily at the woman who was reaching down to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she raised her hands but Amaka shushed her. "That's alright, baby. You're a little out of it. I'll do everything for you." It felt strange, but nice to let this sexy woman undress her like a little girl being put to bed for the night by her nanny. Soon her blouse had been laid aside and her brassiere was unclasped and placed beside her blouse. "You have lovely breasts," Amaka whispered as she fondled them. Kathy was glad this hot young woman liked her breasts, but she didn't say anything. Kathy hardly knew when she stood up at Amaka's gentle touch to allow her skirt to be deftly removed, but she felt a little thrill when Amaka's soft hands slipped under the waistband of her panties and slithered the silky garment down to her ankles. The dazed young lawyer was completely nude when she let the pretty black woman lead her to an examination table and lay her down. "Now just relax, Kathy. I am going to examine these very pretty titties," Amaka explained. Slowly, with almost feathery touches, she began to brush and stroke Kathy's breasts which immediately hardened. Seeing the effect this had on the semi-conscious young woman, Amaka began a more decided massaging and gentle pinching of the protruding nipples. Kathy moaned with pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it baby? I knew titties this big had to be super sensitive. You like having your titties felt up, don't you?" Kathy's whimpers were her only reply. "The file says you have regular boyfriend but you haven't let him fuck you in over a week. So these beauties haven't been getting the loving they deserve, have they" "Oh, no!" Kathy whimpered. "You know a girl like you shouldn't go so long without sex. You ought to have a man in you every night. You must be really horny. I'll bet you're getting wet down here, aren't you girl?" Amaka asked as she pushed Kathy's legs apart ad slipped a long smooth finger into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathy sighed. "Are you ever a juicy one! Your boyfriend must like you. No trouble getting the biggest cock in a pussy this wet," Amaka commented as she slipped another and then a third fingers deep into Kathy's well-lubricated vagina. "Poor horny baby, I'll bet you really need to come, don't you?" Kathy's moan might have been an attempt at protest, but Amaka took it as an affirmative. "That's it. Just close your eyes and let Amaka get you off, honey," the black woman cooed and pushed Kathy's legs farther apart while beginning to work on Kathy's pussy with more determination. "No, Ohhhh. Don't Ohhhh!" "Don't worry, honey, it's natural to get turned on during these examinations. You are just a healthy, sexy girl who hasn't had a good come in way too long. Now you relax and let me do you. It's so easy to come on my fingers... Let your self go, baby. You want to come so bad... I can make you feel so good, honey... Relax... Don't fight me, baby... Let me give you want... what you need...That's it, hump my hand, baby... It feel so good... You're getting there. So...close... NOW!" Amaka gave one final flick to Kathy's clitoris and the helpless young lawyer surrendered herself to an enormous orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Kathy sobbed her release and gasped "Yes, Oh yes... Oh yes.. Oh yes." "Good girl, Kathy...You had a good come... Now you can realty relax... Float down gently,... floating,... So relaxed... so satisfied... That's it, breathe deeply now... You came really hard, baby. You re exhausted... You need to rest now. Close your eyes. A good cum always makes a girl sleepy ... sooo sleepy. Just rest. You need a little nap," the smiling nurse said, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "You can't stay awake, Kathy. . . You're going to sleep,... sleep,... s l e e p..." After observing the young woman on the table for a few seconds to be sure she was really out, Amaka reached over and hit the intercom button. "I've got her under, James. Everything worked as you said." "Give her about ten minutes of the audio, darling. I'll be right in," the voice replied, sounding slightly winded. Amaka made a face imagining why attending to the plump Mrs. Rutherford might have James slightly out of breath. Then she smiled as she slipped the earphones onto the lolling head of the sleeping young woman. Only minutes ago Kathy had been so full of hard, aggressive energy. Now she was the image of docile femininity Almost fifteen minutes went by before Dr. James Bock joined Amaka at the side of the beautiful nude woman deeply asleep on the examining table. He kissed Amaka on the cheek. "Good job darling." The sexy black woman turned her body into his, attempting to make the kiss into something more. "If it's such a good job, why no reward, stud?" she asked, disappointed. "Business before pleasure, pet," he grinned and pushed her away playfully. "Hello, Kathy. I'm Dr. Bock. You can look at me." Kathy's eyes opened, but did not seem to take much in at first. Then she focused on the source of that marvelous voice. Smiling down at her was the yummiest man she had ever seen. `Hunk' was exactly the right word for him "I've completed my examination, Kathy, and you are in very good shape. There are just a few things I want you to do for me. Will you do what I tell you?" "Yes, doctor." "Good, now listen carefully...." It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the instructions and for her to acknowledge each one. "Good. Be sure to take your pills and listen to the tapes every day, so you won't continue to suffer the kind of sexual inhibitions that have been troubling you." Kathy was still lying down, but managed to nod her agreement although she felt a little confused, not having been aware of being troubled by her inhibitions until now. "Amaka tells me you became extremely aroused during the breast examination. Is that right?" Again Kathy nodded. "Nothing to worry about. It's typical of a highly sexed young woman like you who has not been having sufficiently frequent sexual intercourse. In fact, I believe you are still aroused even though Amaka helped you reach climax already," the Dr. remarked as he slid a finger into Kathy's pussy. Although Kathy had no memory of even having on the earphones, she had become wet again as the tape had taught her she needed much more frequent sex and made a number of suggestions on behavior modifications to help her achieve this goal. "Is it true that you that you have not had intercourse in over a week?" the doctor asked. Kathy nodded again, although it was hard to concentration anything except the doctor's hand in her pussy. "That's way too long, Kathy. A highly sexed girl like you should never go a full day without getting fucked, isn't that right?" "Oh, yes," Kathy agreed. "And what happens when you don't get fucked for several hours? "I get really horny," Kathy said as if reciting a lesson. "And are you horny right now?" the doctor asked. "Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned as the doctor continued to massage her twat. "You need to come, don't you, Kathy?" "Yes, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed as the smiling doctor brought her to a thunderous climax without stopping his manipulation of her sex. "That was a good one, Kathy. You are a very responsive young woman. You have a great capacity for pleasure. You're going to come again, aren't you?" "Uh huh," Kathy responded barely able to think so intense was the pleasure flowing from between her legs. "You are a messy girl when you come, Kathy. Don't you think we should stuff something up your cunt to keep you from leaking juice on the table the next time you come?" "Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think "What should it be, Kathy, a big cock?" "Oh, yes," she moaned. "Well, I see no reason to postpone the beginning of your therapy. Would you like me to fuck you, Kathy?" "Oh, please Doctor, yes. I need it so bad." ***** Dr. James Bock took the call on his cell phone but quickly walked into his office. "Yes Paul. ... Yes. I just finished with her. ... Yeah, she's sort of out of it right now; she came three or four times before I gave it to her. ... Don't be that way! I told you from the beginning that was part of the deal. You have her from now on except for the checkups. Don't be greedy ... It's always hard to say about those things, but she appears to have ovulated a few day ago. I'd say you have about a better than 50-50 chance this time. I just got in one shot. You'll be able to keep her filled all night long ... Yeah, I'd give her another half hour here, to recover, an hour to get home, another hour for the first pill to take effect. If you call her about 7:30, she should be hot enough to fuck a fence post ... No, I am not implying anything about your way with the ladies ... Just call her, Paul. You won't be disappointed ... Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his check." ***** Three weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming reception area. She had been waiting for the results of the test for forty five minutes, but she was not mad. In fact she was quite entertained. She nodded as Oprah was interviewing career women who had given up their jobs to start having babies. Kathy leafed through the pages of "Total Woman" idly, reflecting on the dizzying sequence of events that started with that unexpected call from Paul Graves just after her last visit here. Kathy had accepted his invitation to dinner on an impulse, mainly because she had the urge for some male company that night. Well, that's what she got! Ten minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up his hand was down the front of her blouse and she was gasping with pleasure as he felt up her titties. Before she knew it, his hands were in her pants, too, making her come like there was no tomorrow. A heartbeat later Kathy was on her back with her heels in the air and Paul Graves was fucking her brains out. She didn't get to eat a thing, but Paul did. Most nights since she had spent with her legs wide apart and Paul's big cock pounding her pussy to delirium. Paul, in addition to keeping her fucked stupid, turned out to be a great guy. For example, the way he came to her defense after she screwed up the Ferguson case the very first Monday after they started dating. In a way, it was the least he could do; it was Paul's fault she arrived in court an hour late having had almost no sleep the whole weekend. She giggled, remembering she had been dressed and almost out the door when Paul pulled her into a clinch that got her so hot she just had to let him give her one more quick fuck before she left. It had been Paul's idea, too, to let her work on cases defending guys being dunned for alimony and child support by vengeful ex-wives and spiteful girlfriends. Those were cases where a foxy young woman like herself could blow into a courtroom in her tight mini and six inch pumps and really make an impression. All that hard stuff about mergers and acquisitions, taxes, and sexual harassment was just bo-ring. Suzie observed Kathy with a smile. She remembered the young lawyer's previous visit and noted the positive changes. She never ceased to admire the improvement in attitude of the young women who came through Dr. Bock's clinic. Like the others, Kathy had come the first time in one of those the prim, almost prissy business suits with a knee-length skirt. Her makeup was subtle, her shoes "sensible." Her whole demeanor had said, "Yes, I'm a woman, but not THAT kind of woman." Her head had been stuffed full of business, her career, plans for the future -- everything except what soon would be stuffed between her legs. Now Suzie could see the difference. In place of the suit jacket was a frilly blouse that showcased plenty of Kathy's ample breasts. The fidgety woman could do little and did less to prevent her red mini-skirt from riding an obscene distance up her thigh. Suzie couldn't see, but she would wager Kathy wasn't wearing panties. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Plain as day there was a new man in Kathy's life, a man who was giving Kathy the sex she needed and in return expected her to dress to please him. There was little doubt where Kathy's priorities lay now. "Dealing With the Wife," Kathy read. This magazine had the most useful articles! Yes, Betty Graves was going to be a problem when Paul finally told her. She was probably a very nice person and was a good mother to Paul's five children, but she was just not woman enough for Paul, Kathy reflected. Betty had put on a few pounds over the years, although from her pictures she still seemed quite attractive for a woman in her 40's. But especially now that she was pregnant again, Betty just didn't have the libido to keep up with a man of Paul's stamina. Paul had told Kathy that even before he got Betty pregnant again, she would only make love two or three times a week and never more than once a night. Silly woman! This had to have been torture for Paul who could give a woman so much. Kathy smiled and felt a slight wetness between her legs as she remembered the "noontimer" Paul had given her in his office bent over his desk just a few hours ago. "Come on in, Kathy," said the smiling Amaka, ushering her into the now familiar office. "Let me get a look at you, girl. Uu...Ie! You are fine! What's up? Got a new boyfriend?" "Well, yes," Kathy giggled. "How did you guess." "Because you are looking too GOOD. Turn that little butt around and let me get a good eyeful." Kathy happily complied with a little pirouette "Oh, yeah! You are HOT!" Amaka exclaimed, patting her on the ass. "Older guy?" "Right again! How did you know?" "The clothes. Only kids will put up with business frump. Older guys demand the hot look -- the spike heals, the mini, the large earrings. I'll bet you've got him giving it to you good!" "Can't complain." Kathy agreed, smugly. "Just between us girls, how often? Every night?" Amaka winked. "More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile. "Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening. "More!" "Three times? Get outta here!" Amaka exploded incredulously. "On `slow' days," Kathy announced triumphantly. "Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe. "Fuck him good, but if you really want your hooks in him, let him get you pregnant. Take it from me!" "You mean...?" Kathy looked again at the black woman and noticed a definite bulge in that formerly hard flat tummy. "Whose is it?" she inquired. "Let's just say, it's someone you know," Amaka replied mysteriously. "Oh well, down to business. Let's get you relaxed." "Why this time. I'm not nervous now." "Doctor's orders," said Amaka at once serious. "I really don't think ." "Now just look at this," Amaka said, holding up the pendant Kathy remembered from before. Suddenly Kathy felt strange, disoriented. Meekly, she gazed at the beautiful, flashing stone as Amaka watched her eyes quickly glaze over. "Good girl, Kathy. Now let's get you ready for the doctor." Without asking, Amaka began to unbutton Kathy's blouse and quickly removed her bra. "Such beautiful tits," she whispered as she softly stroked one and then the other. ***** Fifteen minutes later Kathy was coming down from an incredible roller-coaster orgasm and starting to climb again when she felt Amaka suddenly pull her mouth away from her overflowing pussy. "How is she, darling?" Kathy heard a male voice ask. "Almost under. I prepped her." "So I see," he grinned. "Kathy?" "Huh?" Kathy managed to respond. She recognized Dr. Bock's voice. God! That last come had knocked her for a loop. "Do you know who I am?" "Uh huh" she nodded. "Good. Now you must relax and listen very carefully. Remember I am your doctor and I have some very good news for you. It is very important that you follow all my orders. You'll do that, right?" "Yes,... Follow all orders" Now answer truthfully. Have you been listening to the tapes and taking the pills I gave you every day?" "Yes, doctor, every day." "Good. And do you have a new boyfriend?" "Uh huh," "And he's been fucking you, right?" "Oh, yeah!," Kathy sighed with more enthusiasm. "Good girl. As I told you, the pills help you stay nice and horny so you would enjoy sex more. Have you been enjoying getting laid by your new boyfriend?" "Oh, yes. He's been great." "I'm sure he has been. And have you been taking any contraceptives?" Contraceptives? Kathy couldn't remember the last time she had taken her contraceptives. "No. I haven't been taking my birth control pills," she admitted. "Nothing to worry about. What about your diaphragm?" No, I don't use it anymore." Kathy had a vague idea she had thrown it away. This troubled her somewhat, although she didn't quite know why.. "I didn't think so. And you haven't been making your new boyfriend use a condom when he fucks you either, right?" "Uh, no, he doesn't like them." "I'm not surprised. Few men do -- women either for that matter. Now Kathy, I want you to relax and try to remember something that may have slipped your mind since you were here last. Do you know what happens to healthy girls who get fucked regularly without any protection?" Panic suddenly struck Kathy. The doctor felt her stiffen. "It's alright Kathy, relax, don't worry about anything." Dr. Bock's command immediately calmed her and she was able to answer. "They get preg ... Do you mean I am ...?" "That's right, Kathy. You're going to have a baby!" "But... but...?" "It's OK, Kathy. Nothing wrong with being single and pregnant. Many of my patients your age are deciding it's time to start having babies. You must just remember that it was your choice. You decided not to use your contraceptives when you had sex and you never asked your boyfriend to use protection. He's a married man, right?" "Yes," Kathy admitted. "That could be a problem. It might even appear that you were trying to get pregnant so he would leave his wife and marry you. You're not a homewreaker, are you Kathy?" "No, no. I didn't think that!" "I believe you, Kathy. But he may think that you were trying to trap him. He may be upset. You have to make sure he knows `you' decided to have this baby." "How?" "Tell him it wasn't his fault and that you're not interested in marriage. You realize he would never leave his wife for you. Apologize for `using' him to get you pregnant. Assure him that you will never ask him for money or even ask him to acknowledge paternity. If he wants you to sign something, do so." "OK," Kathy acknowledged. Of course, keep screwing him if he wants, but you'll understand if he goes back to his wife. After this baby is born, he may not be around. You'll need to find someone else to make you pregnant next time. You'd like to have many children, wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes, doctor." "That's right, Kathy. In fact, you love being pregnant. As your belly gets bigger and bigger those marvelous breast of yours fill out even more, you are gong to be hornier than ever. You may need more that just one man to keep you satisfied. Bob Atturbury is really sexy, isn't he?" "Yes doctor." ***** Ellen Parker was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. Now she wouldn't be able to get back to the investment bank to finish her presentation on the MCI-WorldCom merger due for next week's board meeting. She couldn't believe that a doctor recommended by her friend Kathy Black could do this to her. Especially now that she had made Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to $1500. And the decor! And the music! And these disgusting magazines! What kind of a place was this, anyway? "Ellen, `darling.'" Ellen looked up in shock at her friend. Kathy had the rounded belly of a woman about six months pregnant. Ellen was still stunned a few minutes later when Kathy broke off the conversation saying she had to hurry home to get dinner ready because `Paul' was coming over. Would that be Paul Graves, the notorious womanizer from her office that Kathy had often ranted about? No, couldn't be. "Ellen, the doctor will see you now," announced a tall black woman with a very large belly. ***** Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this damn office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for the 4:30 appointment with her case worker. Juggling as many things as she had to, her time was valuable. Fortunately, Niki her friend from the housing project would pick up Pauline and Carlitos from day care, but Malcolm had said he might come around tonight. He didn't like it when she didn't have his supper ready. She still had to go to the store to buy some turnip greens, in case. Chen and Chan were squirming beside her as only four year old twins can. Kathy had separated them but they continued to tease each other, their slanty almond eyes alive with boyish mischief. Malcolm Jr. started to fuss so she hefted him onto her broad lap and offered him one of her milk-filled breasts. At eighteen months, he was getting almost too big to nurse, but he seemed to enjoy sucking on her nipples. `Just like his Daddy,' Kathy thought. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as the infant's thick chocolate lips fastened onto her engorged nipple. "`Exactly' like his Daddy," she groaned. Having her tits suckled always got Kathy hot. She struggled against the urge to reach down and finger herself to the orgasm she needed pretty bad. The last time she did that here, the social worker had caught her and screamed at her that she was just an oversexed slut. Funny, that was exactly what Malcolm said about her. It was what kept him coming back to her, Kathy knew, even though he had plenty of younger girlfriends. God! She hoped Malcolm did come tonight. Kathy hadn't had his black python in her for almost a week and she was getting so horny she was going out of her mind. Greedy Malcolm Jr. had nearly drained one of Kathy's breasts so she shifted him to the other, resting him on her protruding belly where his next little brother or sister was growing rapidly. The End Comments welcome at [email protected] ______________________________________________________ Its okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isnt okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Author: Homer Vargas Title: Celeste Withdraws Part: Universe: Keywords: NC, MF, FF, cheat, preg, postmodernism humor Summary: The story of Celeste's temporary withdrawal for reviewing internet erotica Redistribution: No restriction except that the story may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name and email, and request for feedback must remain intact. First Posted 12/?/99 Last Edited 12/15/02 Celeste Withdraws (NC, MF, FF, cheat, preg, postmodernism, humor) by Homer Vargas [email protected] Note: This text was submitted for a contest held a few years ago to explain Celeste's temporary [alas, now permanent] absence from Celestial Reviews on ASSM. Some readers have become confused between the author, the narrator, and characters in the story. One reader even suggested there may be some autobiographical reference involved. This is nave, but understandable for several reasons. First, the name of the putative author, Homer Vargas, is also the name of a character in the story. Second, although the story is written in the impersonal third person, at various points the narrator speaks to the reader as "I," seeming, thereby to pierce the veil between author and narrator. Finally, the character "Homer Vargas," also claims to be a writer of erotic stories as the putative author would appear to be. Readers should not be distressed by these shenanigans as other writers such as Phil Roth, Johnny Updike, even Homer's own cousin, Mario Vargas Llosa, have done the same. Nor is this a new literary device. You probably remember that Mickey Cervantes in Book Two explicitly poo-poos any correspondence between himself and the author of Book One of "Don Quijote." Doubts have even been expressed about the authenticity of Homer's own namesake, although most scholars now agree that both The Oddessy and The Iliad were written either by Homer or by someone with the same name. Professor Gail Myrthwright has an excellent treatment of the problem of subject/frame interaction in her recent thesis, "Exhibitionism and Self Reference in Internet Erotica." In her paper, Professor Myrthwright cites dialogue of Mercedes Cortez a character in "A New Infection," also by Homer Vargas (or someone with the same name) to explain the phenomenon: "But, Vivian, can't you see, deconstruction of a text ALWAYS requires attention to the semiotic conventions of time and place. I find your attempt at a-historical analysis futile, at best. A deeper analysis . . . uuh, yes, a little deeper. DEEPER, Darling. You KNOW how Mommy likes it! Oh, oooh, OOOOH!" While holding in tension the dialectic so well expressed by Dr. Cortez, Ms Myrthwright also presents us with the contrarian view which Vargas puts in the words of Vivian Wu in the same story: "Mechas, my dear, you simply fail to recognize the importance of STRUCTURE. A hermeneutic exegesis of a messages can no more be disguised by convention than can the language in which it is transmitted. With a little more time I know I can explain it to you. I'm really so close. YES! So CLOSE. Work that tongue, you bitch, ...AYYYYY!" Those interested in a broader, if somewhat popular, treatment of issues of self reference, should see "Godle, Escher, Bach" by Douglas R. Hofstadter. The rest of you, who may be tiring of this postmodernist horseshit by now, can go right on to the story below. Celeste Withdraws by Homer Vargas [email protected] I know a lot a people have been wondering why Celeste has withdrawn "temporarily" from publishing the Celestial Reviews. I don't suppose anyone actually believes the phony explanation she put out in CR 310. Hard disk crash. Haa! The story is a lot more complicated. Incredibly, it started with the marital problems of a minor pornwriter, "Homer Vargas," thus . . . . Homer loved his Angela. He loved her deeply, totally. She was his light, his life. Even after thirteen years of marriage, she still had the smashing figure of a woman in her twenties. People constantly expressed amazement that she was old enough to be married and even more that she could be the mother of a twelve year old daughter. His Angela was just beautiful. Every day at work, Homer yearned to get home to her. She filled his thoughts and she filled his dreams. Unfortunately, she did not fill his arms. Homer had met Angela when he was working in South America. They had been virgins when they married; Angela because of very traditional, protective parents and convent education; Homer because Anglo girls in his small Southern high school just didn't find big brown boys with funny accents very attractive. In State University, even the few Latina women were more interested in the Black and WASP "jock" types, so he had been very frustrated. When Homer met Angela and she let him hold her hand on the very fourth date, he was in heaven. No other girl had ever let him take such liberties with her body. Within a month or two, Angela was letting him feel her titties. She was beautiful, intelligent and she had shown she really liked sex. What more could he want in a wife? The problem seemed to start when they came back to the United States and had Cindy, bang-bang, almost as soon as they were married. Angela hadn't really planned to have a baby so soon; it just happened. Homer guessed she became frightened by her own fertility. Angela's mother had had thirteen children; Angela must have wanted to avoid anything like that. She was determined to finish her degree and to have a career. Cindy was a setback and she said they weren't going to have any more babies for a while. Angela was one of those women who could not take the pill, so they had to use the rhythm method. (They tried using condoms a couple of times, but by the time Homer got the damn thing on, he'd lost his erection. This did not seem to upset Angela.) Unfortunately, Angela's period was pretty irregular. On average it was short, but occasionally she could go thirty or more days. Those of you who know about how the rhythm method works know that means they had a very narrow window of "safe" days each month. After Cindy was born Angela decided that to reduce the risk, they would have to stop having sex so frequently. They hadn't been having sex that frequently, anyway. Homer took it badly. Sex was very important to him. He thought was the ultimate way of saying "I love you" to the most desirable woman in the world. Maybe it was difficult for Angela, too at first, but through some kind of internal discipline, she seemed to convince herself that she didn't really want sex that much. Once or twice a month seemed fine with her. Once or twice? Many times they were (Homer was) still eagerly awaiting the "safe" days when Angela's period showed up unexpectedly early and he had to start counting all over again. The standard advice for couples using the rhythm method is to use "other means" to express love and affection during those days. Angela, however, was very conservative and reacted with disgust when Homer tried to pleasure her with his fingers or -- worse -- with his mouth on her pussy. He got them a copy of "The Joy of Sex" and once or twice after reading it Angela brought herself to place her lips on tip of his penis, but she just couldn't force herself to put it in her mouth. Thus, for most of each month they ended up not having sex of any kind. Don't get the wrong impression, Homer was sure Angela did love him, but she began to think that love didn't need to include sex. They had much in common in addition to their daughter. Angela was a great cook and they enjoyed reading and listening to classical music together. She did all those sweet "wifely" things like straighten his tie, tell him when his socks didn't match, and keep an eye on his weight. Homer knew that if he looked a lot better than most guys his age, it was because of Angela. He didn't think she meant to be cruel in denying him sex; he suspected that she really did not understand just how much a man needs it. Since she was intent on their not "doing it" most days, Angela became reluctant to let Homer be too "lovey-dovey." Over the years, she began to reject his kisses, took a dislike to being hugged or cuddled, and would seldom let him even touch her beautiful tits, which she was constantly complaining were "too big." "What's got into you, Homer?" she would protest if he forgot and tried to take her hand or slip his arm around her waist. She probably felt (maybe with some justification) that he was trying to seduce her. Perhaps she feared that if she allowed herself even a little sexual pleasure, she would loose control and go "all the way" and another trip to the maternity ward would be the result. Homer was going crazy. He tried doing all those things that are supposed to make women melt. He sent her flowers, but she berated him for being silly or thanked him because they made "the house" look nice. He asked her to go out on romantic evenings for dinner, but she thought it was a waste of money. (Even then his company was starting to take off and there was always enough money for entertaining members of her family.) Angela didn't like to drink, so sharing a bottle of wine over a quiet dinner at home was out, too. Homer had the idea of their taking dancing lessons together, but that was another disaster. Angela hated it and constantly criticized the other women there for wearing short skirts and heels (the things Homer has always wanted Angela to wear) to "show off their legs." He began to leave those women's magazines with articles on how to keep the "spark" in your marriage lying around. Angela wasn't buying. She was determined to make sure that no sparks led to no fires. More and more Angela dressed to minimize her innate attractiveness, although she could never be unattractive to Homer. She would never wear high heels; deciding they hurt her feet. She wouldn't wear earrings; the clip ons pinched and she was allergic to the wires in the pierced kind, so she said. She preferred the triple protection of baggy slacks with pantyhose over panties. When Angela "had" to wear as skirt, it was always loose and a little longer than the fashion -- never with a slit and never above the knee. Homer tried buying her shorter, tighter skirts, but Angela wouldn't put them on. The sexy pajamas he got for her birthday or anniversary or Valentine's Day languished in the bottom of some drawer. Bangles, bracelets, and necklaces she found gaudy. Homer didn't even bother asking about an ankle chain or tattoo. Homer had grown up as an only child and had always wanted lots of children. One, admittedly pretty perfect little girl, was not enough for him. Angela, however, just fawned over dozens of nieces and nephews and seemed content with Cindy. Homer, too, thought their nieces and nephews were cute, but cursed his fate that while all of Angela's sisters and sisters-in-law were having three and four kids for their husbands (one sister in law had eight!), Angela would give him only one. And not all those marriages were happy ones. Angela's sister Margarita, for example, was married to an alcoholic who beat her and Consuelo's husband spent all his money on his mistress with whom he had a child. Yet Margarita had had two boys and two girls for her man. Consuelo had given her cheating SOB three girls and a boy and was pregnant again. Even worse for Homer was putting up with Angela's relatives who wondered aloud why they didn't "go for a boy," as if he wouldn't be just as overjoyed to have four or five more little girls competing for their daddy's attention! Little by little having more kids and the resentment that Angela refused to let him make her pregnant again got to be almost an obsession with Homer. Everywhere he went he noticed pregnant women, women nursing babies, women with a brood of kids. When he saw an attractive woman with a man, Homer wondered how long it would be before the guy had her pregnant. He looked at balding, pudgy guys with three or four kids and ground his teeth. What had he done to deserve this torture? All this was mixed up with sex or the lack of it. At night Homer would lie awake next to his sexy wife, yearning to reach over and touch her and knowing it would only anger her. Outwardly he looked like the luckiest man alive -- a beautiful wife, his company doing better and better, a pretty, intelligent daughter -- but he wanted more sex and more kids. Life seemed so unfair. Why didn't Homer have an affair, you ask? I told you already; he loved Angela. He wanted her, not another woman. He wanted Angela to be the mother of his children; look at their success with Cindy. For the same reason he never seriously considered divorce. At last he decided to have a serious talk with Angela. Luckily, Cindy was at a friend's house on that Friday night and they could be alone. It wasn't easy, but he told Angela about his feelings, how he loved her, but how he needed for their love to be physical, too. He admitted he wished she would dress more like the sexy woman she was. And finally, could they never have another baby? Angela exploded. "So, that's all you want! To dress me like a whore and fuck me 'till I'm pregnant! "No, of course not, Honey Maybe I said it wrong. I meant ..." Homer collapsed in tears. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his wife. Seeing him cry only riled her more. In the heat of anger she said that she didn't love him, that he had never satisfied her sexually and never would! That's when Homer got mad. *He* -- who had suffered blue balls 360+ days of each of the thirteen years they had been married because *she* refused to have sex, -- had not satisfied *her!* Did she think sex was a spectator sport in which the man "performed" to please his woman? Homer knew Angela had never had an orgasm, but was that just his fault? She never allowed herself to try! Homer knew he needed help but who? A woman, of course, a good Catholic like Angela, someone intelligent that Angela would respect, but most important, a woman with a sense of humor who loved sex. It didn't take long to light upon the ideal woman. He thought of the woman who once said that one of his stories was "disgusting," but that she had laughed her head off and then "done the dirty" with her happy husband. -- Celeste. Homer decided to track Celeste down. It wasn't as hard as you think. Have you ever heard of "iso-logues"? They are lines linguists can draw on detailed maps marking the way that people in different regions of the country use words. For example in some places people say "nobody" in others, "no one." Generally, linguists can demarcate exactly where more people use one and where the other. That is but a very obvious example, but these maps are far more subtle. Word frequency, word placement, grammar, syntax, all can be analyzed and, in Celeste's case, they were. Homer put his company's programmers on it. Every sentence Celeste had ever written in over three hundred Celestial Reviews went into a huge database. Of course Celeste had told everyone some things about herself that were plausible -- married with daughters, Catholic, English teacher in a high school. Homer's linguistic map located her to the western half of a certain rural county in a medium size state. His private investigators found there was only one sexy English teacher in the local high school. Guess what; she was Catholic, married, and had two daughters. Bingo! Homer had Celeste! Celeste didn't reply to his first e-mail. He didn't expect her to. Then he mentioned the name of her husband and her oldest daughter's best friend and hinted he would expose her. "What do you want?" Celeste finally wrote back. Homer knew what she thought -- that like millions of other ASSM readers, he fantasized about shagging the sexy English teacher. But Homer was in love with Angela. He told Celeste to meet him in the bar of a large hotel in a medium size city near her home. He was reasonable about allowing her to find a time that would not arouse suspicion in her husband, but Celeste was very apprehensive, suspecting the worst. Homer had told her how to recognize him, a tall brown man with a mustache and a red cravat. He had the pictures his private investigators had obtained. They didn't do Celeste justice. He spotted her the instant she walked in -- long straight brown hair. slim but with large breasts and the roundness of a woman who had borne children. She wore a business suit cut just a little bit provocatively, heels, large earrings. Celeste had read his stories and had decided to dress to please him. "How did you find me?" she asked, upset, but not able to restrain her curiosity. "I though my system with AOL was foolproof. I'm going to sue the bastards!" "You'd better not or I won't be the only one who knows who you really are. Besides, that's not how I found you." Homer explained how innocent information, a few lucky guesses and the linguistic maps had uncovered her identity. Celeste had been drinking heavily as he explained her undoing. As he spoke, she realized she was trapped. The combination of the liquor and the despair was fatal. She broke down in tears. "Oh God! No, no" she sobbed. "You are going to blackmail me and I'll have to do anything you say. I know what's going to happen now. You must be able to see how wet I am." Celeste was becoming hysterical "You're going to take me to your hotel room to fuck me senseless in front of video cameras. In the elevator you will reach up under my skirt and discover I'm not wearing panties. You're going to finger me to an orgasm that will leave me incoherent." "Celeste," Homer tried to break in "I can't believe this is happening to me. I was a virgin when I married. I've always been faithful to my husband," she wailed. "Why is my body betraying me like this, at the worst possible time of month when I'm ovulating?. Oh! It's your magnificent cock; it mesmerizes me. You are going to lay me back and eat my pussy until I am so hot I can't make you use a condom." "Celeste, Celeste! You have been reading too many slutwife stories," he tried again without success. "You'll have me in an overpowering rut. I'll spread my legs for you and beg you to make me pregnant, plead with you to put a little brown bastard in my white womb that I can never explain my husband. I'll scream for you to place your cock at the opening of my dripping fuck hole and to slowly split ..." "Celeste, stop it! Stop it!" He shook her a little. "This story is a (Cons. Rom.)." Celeste opened her eyes in confusion as her fantasy dissolved. Her breathing began to become more regular. "And even if it weren't," Homer grinned, "Whatever I was slowly going to split, Celeste, it sure wouldn't be your infinitive!" The implication of his words hit her like a tank. Celeste collapsed in mortification. Realizing that in the heat of passion, she, ASSM's Goddess of Linguistic Purity, had committed a grammatical error, devastated the poor woman. Knowing now she would be putty in his hands, Homer told Celeste his story. ***** "So all you have to do is make Angela into a sexy, cockloving woman like you," he concluded. Of course Celeste tried to say she couldn't do it, that she was just an English teacher not a psychologist, but Homer knew she had done counseling and insisted she try. It was that or the PTA of ____burg would have some very interesting new gossip about one of its English teachers. Celeste agreed. Money was no object. Homer set Celeste up as a language coach in a house in his city during her school vacation. Angela's pronunciation really did need some polishing, so it fit. Homer didn't know just how Celeste turned their practicing of vowel sounds and syntax into "girl talk," but since sex is never very far from Celeste's mind, he guessed it wasn't too hard. Celeste was astounded at Angela's attitude and soon found herself genuinely interested in trying to help the benighted woman. "You don't know what you're missing, honey" Celeste told her, grinning. "You mean that you just let your husband *do it* all the time?" Angela asked incredulously. "At least every day, babe, more if I can on weekends." "But you already have three children and you said you don't want any more. Why don't you make him stop? "Because I love my husband and I love getting fucked," Celeste replied. "But Homer wants to do those - *things*," Angelica explained, shivering with disgust" "What *things* do you mean?" Celeste asked, although she was afraid she knew. "He tries to put his mouth on my breasts. And if I didn't stop him he would put his *hand* between my legs. One time he even tried to put his *mouth* down there!" "But of course, dear. That's the way men gets us warmed up to enjoy the main event." "Oh, Celeste, don't say things like that. You sound like one of those horrible women. The sisters told us only whores actually enjoyed "doing it." "Are you calling me a whore, Angela?" "Oh, no, Celeste. I'm sorry! But I just don't know what to think." "The sisters at your school were probably like the ones at mine. They were feeling guilty about seething with desire and masturbating in their cells at night and projected that guilt on us. Sex is supposed to be pleasant. A few good orgasms every day make you feel great!" "What is an 'orgasm' anyway? Even when I was letting Homer do it when I wanted to have a baby, nothing 'happened.'" "The woman has to help make it happen, darling. You've got to let Homer touch you and feel you up good. Relax and tell him what you like and don't like. My husband knows that I like to have him chew my ear and tongue my neck. Each of us has different things that turn us on. Don't be in a hurry and don't let him be." "You mean I have to just lie there and let him arouse me, make me 'want' it?" "Of course you don't just lie there! You are the director of the orchestra. And don't just tell him what you like. Moan appreciatively when he hits a sensitive spot. Kiss him back with all you've got. Play with his prick. Kiss *his* nipples." "But why did I never get an orgasm though he always did?" "It's nature, honey. For a man, having an orgasm is like learning to walk. Unless his equipment is defective, it happens. For us, having an orgasm is more like learning to cook. If you never try, it never happens. And the more you practice, the better you get. But Mother Nature gave us something to compensate for having to work a little harder. We can have one after another." "What!" Angela asked in disbelief. "Maybe I'd better show you." Celeste smirked. "Celeste, no!" Angela protested, but Celeste suspected that their sexy talk might have Angela more aroused that she realized. Besides, Celeste had taken the precaution of spiking Angela's orange juice with Absolute 100 and her pupil was a bit tipsy. More than most women, Angela was shy about her body. She tried to push Celeste away when the teacher reached over to fondle her older pupil's breast. "Let, me, Angela. You are so gorgeous. You must torture poor Homer by not letting him do this." Celeste said, fondling Angeles's tits through her blouse. "Your tits must be beautiful, honey. Let me see them," she whispered even as she unbuttoned the blouse of Homer's unresisting wife. Even as she removed Angela's bra and began stroking her boobs, Celeste was planning her next move. "You 'are' beautiful, honey. These titties deserve to be worshipped and kissed," Celeste said, demonstrating. Angela moaned as Celeste expertly tongued the nipples. "Teach Homer how to do this and let him make you a happy woman," Celeste whispered and unzipped Angela's skirt. The sensations of having her tits sucked by Celeste's talented mouth prevented Angela from realizing that Celeste now had her stripped down to just her panties. Interrupting her work, Celeste gently stood Angela up and led her to the bedroom where the dazed pupil let Celeste remove her panties before laying her on the big bed. Celeste stooped to admire. Angela was as beautiful as Homer had told her, especially her pussy. Celeste knew there was nothing that makes a woman more unique than her pussy. She had seen and tasted plenty of them. They came in all different sizes, colors and shapes; some were tucked inside like a little girl's cunnie and some had thick luscious lips that come out to greet you. Some were nested in bushes of fur and others are covered with transparent fuzz. She appreciated Angela's wild, unused qualities and told her, although not in those words. Women are a good deal more verbal than men, especially during love-making. Celeste knew that her husband could almost make her come just by telling her what he was about to do. Probably that was one of Homer's mistakes, she thought. "Oh, Angela. baby. You have the cutest pussy. Let me make it wet for you, so wet," she whispered all the time she was petting and stroking her. "That's it, honey, let me love your beautiful pussy." Gently Celeste pulled the lips apart and looked at Angela's inner lips, giving them their first, playful lick which made her shudder. Next Celeste spread the tops of Angela's unvisited pussy until she found her clit. She blew it a soft salute, but avoided touching her there yet. Celeste would work up to that slowly. Before she had Angela sufficiently aroused, her clit would be too delicate to be handled. Celeste stalked Angela's pussy slowly, knowing that women, even more so than men, love to be teased. She zeroed in on the inner part of her victim-lover's thigh, a most tender spot. She licked it, kissed it, made designs on it with the tip of her tongue. Celeste came dangerously close to Angela's pussy, then floated away. Celeste made Angela uncertain about just when she would strike. Suddenly Celeste was licking the crease where Angela's leg joined her pussy. She felt Angela quiver as she nuzzled her face into Angela's untamed bush. Brushing her lips over Angela's now flowing slit without pressing down further excited Homer's inexperienced wife. Celeste had her! Soon Angela was bucking up from the bed, straining to get more of Celeste to her. It was time. Celeste put her lips right on top of Angela's slit. Celeste kissed her, gently, then harder. With her tongue, Celeste separated Angela's pussy lips and when she opened up, her seductress ran her tongue up and down between the layers of Angela's pussy flesh. Gently she spread Angela's unresisting legs more with her hands. Gently, ever so gently, Celeste began to tongue-fuck her. Angela's moans of arousal and frustration told her she was teasing my wife unmercifully. Now, far from rejecting the sweet manipulation of her sex as degrading and perverted, Angela was dying for some attention her clit. Celeste took a quick look. Angela's clit had gotten hard enough to peek out of it's covering. Angela wailed when Celeste licked it and again when she licked harder, pressing into her skin. Gently, Celeste pulled the pussy lips aside flicked her tongue against Angela's uncovered clit. She did it quickly. Angela's legs shuddered. Sensing that Angela was approaching orgasm, Celeste made her lips into an O and took the clit into her mouth. Starting to suck gently, Celeste looked up at Angela's face for her reaction. She could handle it so she began to suck harder. Angela was responding enthusiastically. "Typical," thought Celeste. The frigid ones are always the hottest, once you cracked their shell. She sucked harder. Angela lifted her pelvis into the air with the tension of her rising orgasm. Celeste hung on, keeping her hot mouth on Angela's clit. "Don't stop. Please! Don't ever stop!" Angela wailed. Celeste was pleased with Angela so far but she wanted to do something else to intensify the nave woman's pleasure. She began to finger-fuck Angela who was enjoying her teacher's cunt- licking talents. Celeste made for the sensitive area at the roof of her vagina. This is what drove Celeste crazy when her husband fucked her. Well, there was no cock handy so her fingers would have to do the fucking. Wetting them with Angela's flow, Celeste slipped one then two fingers into her pussy. She slid them inside, rubbing slowly at first, then a little faster, massaging her G spot rhythmically with a "come here" motion. Celeste paid careful attention to Angela's responses, speeding up only when her pupil did. Angela's ragged breathing told Celeste what to do. Sucking her clit and finger-fucking her at the same time, Celeste was giving Angela far more stimulation than Homer would be giving her with a cock alone. She could feel Angela's almost uncontainable excitement. Homer's aroused wife turned red and began to tremble. Even when Angela's orgasm broke, Celeste didn't let go of her clit, hanging on for the duration. When Angela started to come down from the first orgasm, Celeste pressed her tongue along the underside of Angela's clit, leaving her lips covering the top. Gently, she moved her tongue in and out of her cunt. Her fingers were still inside and she began to move them a little too, gently though, knowing how sensitive Angela would be just now. Bingo! Angela was off towards another orgasm. Not content to make her come, Celeste wanted to make Angela a love-slave. She didn't leave her leave her alone just yet. She talked to her, stroked her body, caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples. She continued making love to her quietly until Angela had floated all the way down. "Oh Angela, baby, you come so good! You love it. Why don't you let Homer do this?" Celeste asked. "My God! I've never felt anything like that. Is that what Homer wanted to do?" "Of course not. Homer just wanted to please you. That's what *you* wanted him to do, but didn't know how to tell him. He'll need lots of training. Men aren't born knowing how to eat a pussy. You've got to show him. But if he loves you, he'll keep practicing until he does exactly what you want." "But if I let him do that, how will I be able to stop him from ... you know? "Do you want to?" "I might not; that's the problem." If I let him make me come like that, he'll be able to fuck me silly any time he wants. He'll keep me pregnant from now until menopause. I'll have a house full of kids, just like Mamma." Angela had begun to cry. "Not necessarily, honey," Celeste said holding her close an comforting her. "Talk to Homer about it. Let him make love to you without fucking on the days you're fertile, if that's what you both want. But what would be wrong with letting him have two or three more babies?. You are still young enough and you know he can afford it. With child care, having babies need not interfere too much with your studies." "I think I'm about to find out," Angela smiled weakly. ***** A few months later Celeste got another e-mail from Homer setting up another appointment in the same hotel bar. She looked a lot less apprehensive when she walked in this time. Smiling in her short yellow flock she came over and sat down. "I've got some good news and bad news," Homer grinned. "First I have to thank you again for the change in Angela; she is one hot woman! Now she not only fucks me like a twenty dollar whore, but afterwards she says 'thank you,' not 'sank you.' Better yet, I have her pregnant with a little girl. Can you guess what we're going to name her?" "Oh, that's so sweet of you, Homer. I'm so happy for you," Celeste said sweetly, reaching over to take his hand. "So what is the bad news?" she inquired. "That's not the only change in Angela. She's become a real slut. I told her about my stories and she has really gotten to enjoy them, especially some I wrote under a former non de plume." "Oh, I didn't know you had written under another name, but it sounds wonderful! What's bad about that?" Celeste replied, puzzled. "After reading my other stories, Angela doesn't like (Cons, Rom) anymore. She thinks they're too tame. She wants me to make this story a (NC, Interr, Wife, preg)," Homer replied, a cruel Arc Light gleaming in his eye. "Oh god! No, no" Celeste sobbed as the realization dawned on her. "Yes, I can blackmail you and you'll have to do anything I say. Come here with me." Homer could see how wet the horny teacher was as he led her toward his hotel room to fuck her senseless in front of the video cameras. In the elevator he reached up under her skirt and confirmed the gasping teacher wasn't wearing panties. He fingered her to an orgasm that left her incoherent. "I can't believe this is happening to me," Celeste wailed when they got to his room. "I was a virgin when I married. I've always been faithful to my husband. Why is my body betraying me like this, at the worst possible time of month when I'm ovulating?" "Because of this," Homer explained, fishing out his enormous cock. Mesmerized, Celeste was helpless as Homer lay her back and ate her pussy until she was so hot she couldn't make him use a condom. He had her in an overpowering rut. She spread her legs for him and began to beg, "Oh, fuck me, Homer! Make me pregnant. Please, put a little brown bastard in my white womb that I can never explain to my husband. Put your cock at the opening of my fuck hole," she screamed. "I want you to ... I want you to ... Slowly split My sopping slit" Evil elation filled Homer as he saw how in only minutes he had corrupted the Erstwhile Empress of Erotica. Reaching between her legs he expertly flicked her indirect object with one hand and pinched the engorged modifier of a large dangling participle with the other. In no preposition to object, she let Homer slide his first person singular into a pluperfect tense conjunction with her direct object. The horny grammarian was in an subjunctive mood, long past her interrogation point and her active voice rang out imperatively, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Homer had Celeste where he wanted her, on her hands and knees, writhing in passion, over-using alliteration and splitting infinitives right in the middle of her period. Best of all he had made her do it doggerel! ***** The rest, as they say, is history. Celeste's husband didn't understand how his vasectomy could have "failed." Since he had never wanted the snip in the first place, he was too elated at seeing his sexy wife's pregnant belly to ask questions. When Celeste gave birth to a baby boy several shades darker that either she or her husband, however, he took the girls and threw Celeste out with her bastard offspring. She was also fired from her teaching position for obviously immoral conduct. Unable to keep paying her AOL bill with her welfare check, Celeste had no alternative but to invent a bogus reason and withdraw "temporally" from publishing the Celestial Review. Don't despair, however. Angela heard about Celeste and got on Homer's case about her. Angela was pregnant again herself and she pleaded with Homer to let Celeste move in with them, saying Celeste could help take care for their growing second family. Homer knew Angela really wanted to get between the sexy ex-teacher's thighs, but thought, why not? There was plenty Celeste could still teach Angela about pleasuring and being pleasured. In fact, Home promised Celeste that if she would let him get her pregnant again, he would let Celeste have her AOL account back. So keep an eye out. In about nine months or so Celeste may be back to writing Celestial Reviews. The End End note: Just about the time this story was published, Celeste, indeed returned to "doing it" -- reviews, that is. 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\\\// -(@ @)- ---------oOO--(_)--OOo------------------- WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! ----------------------------------------- Scroll down to view text Archive name: so1.txt Authors name: Homer Vargas Story title : Solon - First Encounter ----------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright Homer Vargas - 1998 - This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- Solon - First Contact By Homer Vargas Captain Catherine Allen leaned back into my arms as we looked out over the spaceport of Solon. My sexy lover was the commander of the spaceship that had brought our contact mission to Solon and she took her prerogatives seriously. Now that we had landed, however, I, as the ship's chief xenologist, was essentially in charge of the contact operation. Although supposedly ours was the first group from Federation space to make contact with Solon, there were vaguely ominous stories which implied that others had come here ... and not returned. One particularly silly version had it that Solon was ruled by women who kept their men in a kind of sex slavery. "Tony, I don't like this place," Kathy said, snuggling closer. "There is too much preparation down there to be based on our tele-messages of just three day ago." "They certainly *look* friendly," I replied. "That is exactly what worries me," she said, archly. "Why don't you let me worry about meeting the natives, darling," I said. "Five years of astrophysics doesn't make you and expert on extra- terrestrial humanoids." "Humanoids!" she harumphed, "Those are *women*, and I don't trust them. Look at those disgusting mini smocks they wear! There is only one reason women dress that way -- to excite and seduce men." "Not to dispute your mastery of the feminine wiles, darling, but this is a tropical planet," I pointed out reasonably. "Why shouldn't they wear skimpy clothes. I am afraid you are just applying Earth standards to the Solonians." "And why did they insist that the men and women of our crew be separated as soon as we land and have no contact while on Solon?" she asked defiantly. "You are making a mountain out of a molehill, honey. Actually it is a taboo that has been reported from several star systems. Just leave handling the Solonians to me. You are on vacation here until we are ready to return. Just rest up and eat well so that on the way back we can get down to business." "On the way back I just pilot this crate home. What `business' are you talking about." "Our `business.' I think it's time we stopped being a `number' and got married. Can your Deputy do that? "Do you mean it, darling?" Kathy squealed. "Yes, yes. Judy can perform the ceremony if it is her Captain who is getting married. But why the rush?" "Honey, haven't we waited long enough? Let's take advantage of the months of leisure on the way back to get you pregnant. When I arrive on earth with my new wife, I want her to have a big belly!" "Well, in that case, maybe we should start practicing now," Kathy said as she took me by the hand and pulled me towards the Captain's stateroom. ************************** I thought it unnecessary, but Kathy insisted on leaving a small group of men behind to watch the ship. As they announced, the Solonians had separate welcoming parties for the men and women. Kathy gave me one final, worried look as the group of men and women parted company for the journey into the city. Our precaution seemed unnecessary. Far from seeming hostile, the Solonian women officials we met seemed most friendly. After a day of sightseeing and conferences, they invited us to a formal dinner. At the banquet each of my men found himself with a beautiful companion at his side, a woman who frankly seemed more interested in being with a man than in the ceremonies. These randy young women snuggled close and my men glanced, furtively at first, them avidly, at gloriously large round tits in the loose fitting halters of their sexy table mates. The liquor flowed freely and the women made sure that my men all gradually got drunk The banquet progressively slipped towards orgy. The lights dimmed for an erotic entertainment -- if anyone was watching. Large screens showed almost nude women dancing before entranced men before falling on them and ravishing them. This helped get everyone in the proper mood for the women to giggle and open their tunics, encouraging my horny men to feel up their ample tits. Soon these apparently randy bitches were hiking their tunics to have the men play with their well lubricated snatches as well. I could see what was happening and might have stopped it. I should have at least tried to stop it, but I was much too distracted myself. Ethne, the plump High Priestess of Solon was giving me the same treatment up on the dais my men were getting down below. This mature, well-built, and apparently rutting female was crawling all over me. Early in the evening Ethne's tunic had fallen open letting one of the best set of jugs in the universe start to work its magic on me. It made my recent proposal to Kathy sort of hard to remember and I soon stopped trying. Snuggling close, this overflowing female let me know I was welcome to start inspecting her equipment. She pressed glass alter glass of the deliciously potent liquid to my lips and even before she had me tipsy, I couldn't keep my hands off of her luscious tits. While I was busy kissing and nuzzling these man-melters, I suddenly felt the High Priestess's hand slither into my pants. I couldn't resist when she took full possession of my cock and of me! Did this woman know how to work a man's prick! Her successful effort to give me an erection showed what she had in mind. It looked like she was planning to take me to bed and fuck me stupid. Well, anything for interplanetary amity! It didn't take her long to have me sinking into an erotic daydream about spending the night - - no, many nights -- getting laid by the hottest woman I had ever run across. I could see her taking me through that nearby curtained exit into her private quarters. When she had me alone there, she would strip me. Perhaps her attendants would bathe me in tepid perfumed waters before she joined me in the bath. We would play with each others' naked bodies until we were both aroused to a fever. Then she would lead me to her bed. Before taking me in her arms to make love to me, she would press a final goblet to my lips, a philter to incite my lust and permit me better to service her own. Then she would lay me back and again place in my mouth a nipple of a lust hardened breast. as she lowered herself onto me. How this woman would take charge of me! I would be immobilized beneath those hips, my prick swallowed up by her ravenous pussy. I would let her screw me to heaven. Suddenly, however, I was jolted from this delightful reverie. The lights had begun to flicker in a dangerously familiar pattern - the hypno-ray! Instantly I pushed treacherous woman off me and drew up. "Ethne! What do you mean by this kind of low trick? You have turned a hypno- ray on Federation officers. That is a hostile and stupid act! Don't you know this amateurish attempt at mind control is futile. Federation explorers are well trained to resist hypno ray." "We know all about the resistance of Federation men to hypno-ray, Lt. Black," she replied, smiling. "More, apparently, than you do. The supposed `immunity' of a trained man to hypno-ray is not unconditional. Resistance to its insidious effects demands total concentration on certain subconscious, learned blocking patterns. Your men may soon find that concentration ... faltering," she smirked. "Women of Solaria have generations of experience in gaining domination over our men. We can subvert even subconscious resistance. When a man is lying in the arms of a Solonian woman getting properly fucked, even his subconscious attention becomes focused on only one thing -- the pleasure he is drowning in. Growing ecstasy makes it more and more difficult for his brain to block out the hypno-ray as she pushes him closer and closer to orgasm. When at last she makes him come, his mind's last defenses will fail. There, in dazed satiation as he lies overwhelmed by orgasm in the arms of his seductress, the hypno- ray will destroy his mental shields and he becomes as totally vulnerable to hypnotic suggestion. His partner will take advantage of this moment of weakness, but only to induce a light trance. This is the first step to falling into her control, but the effect is subtle. At first, he will only have an enormous sexual appetite and an obsession with her. Tomorrow, each of these men will wake up in bed with his hot new girlfriend back at her lair. He won't be able to remember exactly nor will he care very much how he got there. Remembering how they made out at the party and how she then took him home for the fuck of his life is enough for him. By the time breakfast is over, he will be eager to get screwed again and his partner will be more than willing. Every time she takes him down for a roll in the hay, the hypno-ray will be on. Each time he goes under, her control of his mind will become stronger." "After a few days of hypno-ray drenched sex all your men will have been totally enslaved, although they won't know it or care. In a few months, when my women have them under sufficiently strong domination, we will make them build a star drive for us. With a star drive Solonian women can go out and, with our power over men, conquer the universe." "You may think you are clever, Ethne, but your plan won't work. Not all of the men are here. Captain Allen left guards at the ship. If we don't come back, they will call on the hyperwave for help." "Yes, they could, if we didn't have them, too, otherwise ... 'occupied,' right now," she agreed. "Unfortunately for you, a group of my prettiest women in short tunics and revealing halters visited the ship this afternoon and asked to look around. Of course they needed companions. Soon each escort was surprised and pleased to find the busty girl he was showing around seemed more interested in him and in sex than in the ship. My girls wiggled their asses and jiggled their tits until each guide was thinking of nothing but sex. Then each woman contrived to be lead to some secluded niche where she could be alone with her guide. There she let your woman- starved crewman slake the desire she had cleverly incited. Blouses were hastily unbuttoned, flies invaded, skirts lifted, shorts pulled down, and panties dropped. Quite droll! Soon your ship was filled with moans of passion as twosomes copulated in the oddest places and in the most original positions. They tell me that one man wasn't keen until he was wrestled to the floor by a large shapely woman. Eventually tussling with an armful of female flesh aroused him enough for her to mount and fuck him. As soon as each man came, the woman's portable hypno ray generator did the rest. The men left behind on the ship will wake up the same way as the others." "Your plan will still never succeed," I said. "Building a star-drive will take a long time. Even if you take all my men captive, the women of the crew can take the star-drive ship and go for help. Their immunity to hypno-ray is based on other psychological principles. "Do you think we are stupid, Lt. Black? Of course the women could go for help, but I assure you, none of them will ever leave Solon. We have made equally sure that not one of your women will ever the slightest desire to leave Solon - and not because of hypno-ray. We don't need it. Sex can be as sticky a trap for your women as for your men. Have a look at what was going on a while back at the banquet for your unchaperoned girls," she grinned. Ethne switched on a large screen showing our female officers and enlisted women obviously drunk and laughing uproariously. The group was at different stages of foreplay and in various degrees of undress with an equal number of handsome young men. The most restrained was lying back moaning like a heifer in heat as a pretty boy worked on her tits. Most had their legs splayed going off their nut as they were being eaten. A few were already down and being fucked out of there minds. "You now see why we had to separate you. Those young men 'entertaining' your women so well are our Solonian studs," Ethne explained. "The women of the Solonian elite have powerful sexual appetites and we have to use these young bucks to keep us satisfied. These men have been trained since puberty in knowing how to excite sexual desire in a woman and then give her pleasure. Your girls never knew what hit them. From my personal experience, I can tell you, these boys know how to make a woman want to get laid! When I turn myself over to one of them, I know I am going to be ravished. His touch makes me forget everything and sends me into a frenzy of lust. In seconds he can have me fully aroused and panting for sex. All I can think about is getting him in me. And when he finally penetrates me and discharges his large caliber cock into my pussy, he leaves me devastated. No human female in the universe can defend herself from these boys." "Perhaps you would be especially interested in the normally demure Captain Allen." Ethne adjusted a control to focus on my Kathy. "She's your girlfriend, right? Yes, Captain Allen, a totally professional woman. Not at all interested in anyone but you? Thinks only of her career? Take a close look at her face. That's raw desire you see! The young man beside her is Ramo, one of my favorites. He has reduced your sweetie to a puddle of female rut! Ramo got her giggly drunk and she's itching for sex. Now all the poor Captain wants is something hard thick and masculine between her legs. He overwhelmed her brilliant, disciplined mind with a desire for cock as easily as the silliest little pants-crazy ensign." "Almost as soon as Ramo sat down next to her and started pressing close, your cool Captain was surprised how much she enjoyed the warm pleasure from his hard body pressed against her. More surprisingly, she found she had the urge to press back. In fact she was already feeling quite randy. We had put the right dose of testosterone in their drinks, so all your women were feeling amorous even before their dates moved in on them. Before long Kathy was lying back contentedly in Ramo's muscular arms, a warming glow of arousal spreading out over her from between her legs. She felt the juices from her pussy start to stain her Navy panties as he nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear." "Then your girlfriend felt her date's very practiced hands first slip inside her blouse and claim possession of her tits. She suspected what was coming and had every intention of pushing him away. She never let strange men touch her breasts. She knew a man felt up a woman's tits for just one reason, to get her hot enough to screw. But Kathy was already horny and the pleasure of his hands on her titties was too good to refuse. She wanted to be felt up! How could this be happening to her? Her tits had turned to rocks; her nipples ached with erection. His hands, oh those marvelous hands! It was getting hard to think. She moaned with pleasure." "At first Kathy tried not to show arousal to the other women. She wanted to set a good example, but she saw that the all other women were already making out with their dates, too. Many were further gone than she was. Her best friend Jill over there had thrown open her blouse and was lying back bawling like a heifer in heat as a boy with a shock of curly black hair was sucking and kissing her breasts. The smock of Alexandra, the ship's doctor, was up around her waist and a grinning young man had his hand in her pussy making her writhe in ecstasy. And Margaret, the dowdy flight engineer, had her panties around her ankles and was yelping joyously while a pretty boy was eating her snatch and making her come time after time. "Soon Kathy, too, was past caring who saw what she and Ramo were doing. Promptly her blouse, too, was wide open and this beautiful man had his hands and mouth all over her tits. He proceeded feeling up your girlfriend's boobs, gradually working her up into a fever of passion she'd never known before. Before she left there, she had come more times than she could count." "That was at the party. it didn't last long! Now let me show you one happy Federation Navy officer on her way to her new stud's apartment," Ethne gloated and changed the view. I saw Kathy's giggling, almost comically insincere efforts to prevent the young man from getting his hands on her pussy and seethed with anger. It had taken me months before she ever let me get that far with her. "A little later, when he succeeded in running his hand back up inside her skirt, and into her panties, she was so horny she only sighed, kissed him passionately, and squirmed with pleasure as he titillated her. She may have vaguely remembered Miss Someone from the training Academy telling her never to let a strange man handle her pussy like that. But it wasn't Miss Someone's clit that was being fingered so wonderfully. And if it were, Kathy knew the old bag would be just as hot to trot as she was." "By now, Kathy just didn't give a damn any more. She was just a horny woman and she liked being finger fucked by this wonderful man. She spread her legs cooperatively so he could get his talented fingers in her and diddle her all the better. Now look at her! She has pulled down her pants and hiked the skirt of her uniform and is squirming with pleasure as our boy plays with her clit. She can't stop coming. My Ramo knows how to drive a woman crazy with desire, touching erogenous zones she didn't even know she had." "Your Captain has never before known a man who could arouse her like this. She is going wild with craving for some cock, rutting to get a prick in her cunt. She has been sexually mastered by an artist and loves it. She will eagerly follow our stud into his quarters tonight. There, overcome by a desire more powerful than she's ever felt before, she'll be eager to let this Adonis bed her and penetrate her with his cock." "Happily she will let her man lasciviously undress her. His finger will never leave her clit as he puts her down in the sack. Gently he will push open her willing legs. And when he drops his pants she's in for a wonderful shock! Centuries of selection has given our Solonian studs longer, thicker pricks and larger balls than any Earthwoman has ever dreamed about. Helplessly excited by the sight, she will gobble his long pussy-pleasing prick down into her juiced-up cunt. As inch after long thick inch of this woman- subduing shaft slides into her warm wet pussy, she will go off her nut. Our stud will screw Kathy long and thoroughly tonight. His massive cock will go deep into her vagina again and again, making her yelp and bray in ecstasy. His practiced prick will send her into orgasm after orgasm with almost every stroke until your Federation Navy officer is dissipated. When he finally pumps her pussy full of a greater load of jism than she has never before experienced, it will knock her out like dope." "As she lies there in sated, unconscious bliss, waiting medical technicians will begin to purge her body of the long-lasting contraceptives we know Federation Navy women take. Then they will give her hormones to re-establish and bring forward her menstrual cycle. They will also insert a small subcutaneous testosterone capsule that will keep your girlfriend's sex drive enormously elevated for the next several, critical weeks. Although she'll have no way of knowing it, when she wakes up tomorrow, your girlfriend, and all the other women of the crew, will be near their most fertile time of the month, completely unprotected and ravenous for sex." "You don't mean...?" "Yes, we're going to make sure Kathy and all your other women promptly get pregnant. By tomorrow morning each Earthwoman will be well on her way to making her first fat Solonian baby. Some, maybe even your Kathy, may already have conceived without knowing it. But we won't take chances." "Kathy will wake up in the arms of the hunk with whom she spent an unforgettable night making love. She won't let him get out of bed until he has fucked her again. She will be surprised at her strong craving for sex, but she will suppose it's because she is hopelessly in love, as in a way, she will be." "For the next several weeks your girlfriend will be on a 'honeymoon' with her new lover. And what is a honeymoon traditionally for? To give the new husband the chance to impregnate his bride as soon as possible. He wants to get her pregnant, have her bear his child. That is our objective, exactly. I predict that in about nine months every one of your Federation Navy's finest pilots will be lying in a maternity hospital with her lover at her side and a new-born Solonian infant nursing at her breast." "During early morning strolls with her marvelous new man, his strong arm gently around the Kathy's still narrow waist, his fingers resting playfully on her undulating ass, she will realize just how safe and happy and she feels here with this man. Safe, happy, and, thanks in part to the testosterone capsule, horny as hell! "`I don't know what's happening to me, darling, but I'm feeling so sexy again,' she will giggle in his ear." "Ramo will know but feign a pleased surprise. `But honey, it's only been a few hours since I last fucked you silly. Are you some kind of fiend?'" "`Maybe, I just know I want you inside me again.' Unsurprised, her man will kiss her and take her tits and bring her rapidly to full arousal. The walk will end abruptly with your ship's Captain sprawled moaning and panting on the soft grass, the skirt of her smart dress uniform hiked up over her waist, her legs splayed and her regulation Navy panties down around her ankles. Eyes closed and with our stud's big prick ramming deep into her cunt, shooting her full of his warm thick fuck, all she can do is beg him for more." "Soon she will abandon the uniform for short shifts. They give her new boyfriend quicker access to her tits and her pussy `and they're easier to launder.'" "A picnic lunch may lead to too much wine, the giggly realization she is hot to trot again and wants to get 'laid in the shade.' Foreplay won't have to last long before she spreads her legs obediently. Soon the pussy of your highly trained officer is again being penetrated. Her vagina is filled by a giant cock and again flooded with come." "Late night trysts will end with one sated Federation Naval Officer naked and dazed by multiple orgasms, drifting off to sleep coiled around the torso of her lover like a contented little snake, his big hunk of man-meat still filling her well-spermed pussy." "She'll be amazed to wake up every morning feeling deliciously ready for more sex, not knowing her man had been playing with her tits and fingering her clit while she was asleep. Giggling at her own arousal, she'll enjoy his kissing and sucking her tits before she lets him pours more hot come down her pleasure hole before breakfast. In short, Ramo will keep Captain Allen aroused and fucking morning, noon, and night." "And what inevitably happens to a nubile young woman not on her contraceptives who day after day gets her cunt pumped full of semen by a virile man? In a couple of weeks Miss Total Naval Officer will notice that her period is late. In a few days, she'll figure it out: she's expecting a baby! Will she curse the a non-Federation man who has gotten her pregnant? Be aghast that she allowed sex to ruin her career? Will she rue having let a few days of passion, a few nights on her back destroy her life in the Federation Navy?" "Not at all! She will be delighted to find her young hunk has got her knocked up. She'll be overjoyed to be carrying his child because she knows when she tells him, he is going to let her stay with him. The man who has been putting it to her better than she's ever had it in her life will continue to ram her full of cock. All Kathy will want is to keep this man fucking her. She'll be willing to stay on Solon forever, happy to make as many babies for him as long as he demands, if that's what it takes to keep his prick going in and out of her regularly." "Her new husband will still keep the mummy- to-be in the most delicious rut. She'll be no less addicted to his prick when her pregnancy starts to show. Getting fat won't make her less horny. She'll never consider going back to the Federation. As her tits swell, her hips widen, her trim figure ruined forever, she'll appreciate even more a man who will keep putting it to her even when her tummy is bulging, keeping her sexually satisfied all through the pregnancy. In short, your women will stay on Solon because we've given them men to keep them fat, happy, and constantly pregnant." "And that takes care of all of your crew." "At least I have not been overpowered by the ray." "I wouldn't want you to be," Ethne smiled. "A rayed-out zombie is of no use to us, and -- less fun. You see, we need a completely normal, sexy Lt. Tony Black to take his new Solonian wife back to Federation space. Rather poetic isn't it? A xenologist marrying an alien woman? By going back to the Federation with you now, the woman will be able to seduce and enslave a few important men and soften the Federation up for the larger numbers of Solonian women who will eventually follow." "Ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "Don't speak too soon, Tony. Wait until you see the girl I have picked out for you." "You can come in now, Alexi," Ethne called over her shoulder. I was stunned when a gorgeous young woman walked in. She looked a lot like Ethne, but younger and slimmer. "What do you think, dear?" "Even better than you said!," gushed the lithe young woman. "You're the best big sister a girl could have!" "Well, Tony, how do you like your bride to be ?" Ethne smirked. I was almost speechless. She was incredible. Ethne ten years younger. But her beauty didn't alter my situation. "My bride?" I spat.. "You must be crazy! I would never pretend to marry this woman and let her go back with me under such a subterfuge!" "But it will be no pretense, Tony," Alexi said sweetly. "You are really going to marry me. By this time tomorrow, you will be ecstatically happy with your hot new Solonian wife. You won't regret it, either, darling. There will be advantages being married to me," she said. "I can see that you rise rapidly in rank. After all, the more important you are, the more important will be the men I will have access to." "Do you think you can bribe me to go along with this?" "Perhaps not with money, darling...," Alexi grinned, "But there are ... other ways a Solonian woman can 'bribe' an Earthman. Ethne told you Solonian women have sexual urges far more intense and frequent than Earthwomen. And although I surely do not plan to be 'faithful' to you, prudence will dictate that more often than not my handsome young husband will have to satisfy my rather considerable sexual appetite." "You'll have what other men only dream of, darling, a perpetually horny wife. From me you will get all the sex you can handle. Anytime you want to screw, your woman will be more than ready. Brush my tits, pat my bottom, or give me a lingering kiss and I'm hot to trot. I'll tumble into bed with you whenever you want it and screw you like a banshee. Better still, you can usually count on me to take the initiative. I'll make you one happy and very satisfied man." "What you suggest is treasonous. I do not intend to help you subvert the Federation." "But you'll do it whether you intend to or not, honey. One night in bed with me will be enough to change your mind for good. Centuries ago Solonian women learned we had to prevent our men from using our own intense sex drive to dominate us. So we developed ways of controlling our men instead of being controlled. We didn't have the hypno-ray then to overpower our men's will, mind, and desire. We had only the knowledge passed down from mother to daughter of how to use our bodies to excite a man, take him in our arms, and plunge him into a pleasure so intense he would do anything to repeat it. We drugged our men into submission with lust. They stayed home with the children and we kept them sated with pleasure and uninterested in anything but sex which we were more than happy to supply." "Like generations of Solonian men, you will become an ever so contented consort. When I make love to you just once, darling, you'll need me to do it again and again. One delirious night in the sack and you will be addicted to my kind of sex. My warm wet cunt will be your dope and my tits will be like a pair of insistent pushers making you crave more and more. Now come here and let me give you your first hit. Just one good dose will turn you into my hard-dick junkie," she grinned, opening her arms. "Get away from me, you witch," I exclaimed as she approached me. "You don't mean that, darling," she cooed, slinking closer. "Look at these boobs. See how big and round and hard they are. I'm excited, too. I want you to feel mine up like you were doing to Ethne's. You were having such a good time with hers before you were interrupted," she added, opening her tunic. "And you were getting her so hot, so ready to screw, so eager to go down on you. You can pick up with me where you left off. Soon I'll be squirming to get laid and you can put it to me." "And I know how horny you are, too, Tony. Come, let me tuck you into bed. There in my arms, sucking my tits, you'll slowly forget all about duty, or the Federation, or anything else. Come let me have some fun with you. Your horny wife to be has just got one thing on her mind, wanting to fuck her man." "No, no!" I protested, frightened by the power of the arousal I felt. "Don't fight me any more, darling. Give up. You want me too bad," she almost whispered as she came nearer, her perfect body naked, breasts undulating, hips swaying. "Let me tell you something else. There's a special reason I'm hot for you tonight. It's the perfect cover for our plan. I want you to make me pregnant. Come on, let's make a baby!" I was transfixed as she slipped into my arms and kissed me. "Now, that's better," she said as I returned her kiss. "Oh!" she exclaimed in genuine pleasure as she felt me stiffen against her, "You know, I think I'm going to like being married to you." I held her close, returning her kiss with passion. My hands found her ass and pressed it instinctively to my loins. "You won't regret tonight and all the other days and nights, Tony. Let's take and advance against our honeymoon, darling. I am going to make it so sweet." Minutes later my interrupted daydream of being bedded by a sexy Solonian was coming true. Alexi stoked my excitement to incandescence. Intoxicated from sucking her tits, transported by her manipulation of my cock, our foreplay became frenzied. At last she whispered. "Enough, darling. You're more than ready. I will take charge of our love-making now." Helpless, I let her crawl on top of me and felt her cunt envelope my throbbing prick. "You're so hard darling! Do you have something for me? Something for my horny, fertile womb? Do you want to give me a baby? You do, don't you? Yes! Then do it! Fill me. Give it to me. Now!" I felt her orgasm once, twice and then I came in one mind-blowing orgasm and fell asleep. I dreamed of angels. When we woke up the next day, we started discussing the wedding. But before long Alexi decided to interrupt the planning to celebrate the engagement again. ****************************** Six months later when I stepped off the ship with a Alexi beaming at my side, I realized that I had gotten what I wanted. It didn't turn out as I expected, but at my side was my new wife with our child in her big belly. To be continued Comments and ideas (please) to: Homer Vargas [email protected] ______________________________________________________ It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Bred (MC, Mdom, wife, preg) By Jenny ([email protected]) re-scripted by Homer Vargas ([email protected]) with additions by Sakka ([email protected]) *** This is an expanded and (we hope improved) version of the story "Bred by My Brother-In-Law" posted to Dark Wanderer by Jenny. A comparison will show this is still Jenny's story. HV has inserted some explanatory details and added dialogue. After posting of the expanded story, Sakka made some additional suggestions and added text that make the story even better, we think. 12/17/01 It all started out harmlessly enough. Ken and Suzie were over at our house having dinner -- again! I never particularly liked these occasions. Ken was resentful of his younger brother's success in business while he had remained strictly blue collar and he tried to hide his envy by constantly making off-color jokes and little references to their working class origins. My husband Jack, on the other hand, just liked his older brother, no matter, and paid no attention to the jibes. I, however, couldn't help but bristle. Ken was aware of, and reciprocated, my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense. Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects. "So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun in the cute little oven of that prissy little girl you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a whole lot better when a girl's got your baby in her, making her belly swell! They just can't get enough of the cock that put a baby in 'em, idn't that right, honey?" " he grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge in Suzie's tummy. Suzie just giggled and snuggled closer to Ken. "Guess that's one reason I'll be going for number four as soon as Suzie pops this one for me!" Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner this year, Ken. Not a good time to be starting a family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy type.'" I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me, although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home cooking, cleaning and taking care of a houseful of babies, as his mother had done for his father and his seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd meet him at the door each night eager for him to fuck my brains out. If I did, though, the same could happen to me as to MY mother. She had trained for years as an architect had been and I had seen the arrival of one baby after another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom and I was probably just as fertile. I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time would knock me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so much about getting pregnant ruined Jack's and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the Pill was another inheritance from Mom. In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." Subtracting out my menses (Jack's problem not mine <sigh>) and the uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there weren't many nights I could relax and just get fucked. Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I risk giving Jack head or letting him eat me in between times. Of course, I didn't want to be a tease; I tried to keep Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't going to be able to satisfy him. I started dressing more conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and strappy heels he loves. Fearing my own romantic reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners, wild parties, and going out dancing. I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack gave me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a word, I steered clear of all those things that the women's magazines advise for putting the "spark" back in your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I could not control. Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type' Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly." Jack rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe you're not be doin' a good enough job on Miss Society Girl. I'd say ole Katie'd be a regular baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips! Plenty of room in there for twins or even triplets. And those hooters, man, that girl could produce enough milk for quadruplets. How about it, Sis?" He leered at me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Sis" or "Katie." "Doesn't my caveman brother throw you down and fuck you 'til you don't know or care whether he's knockin' you up or not?" "Now look here, Ken," Jack said; "that's out of line." "Sorry. Just my honest opinion." I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for Ken burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad, too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later when Ken apologized and promised to come around -- while Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me clean up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion -- furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind Ken's back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice. When Ken and Suzie finally left that night, I helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next "safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of condoms ready, hoping to get a nice "good-bye" fuck that morning, but Jack was in a hurry and left me feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my cycle. //Damn that Ken,// I thought, remembering what he'd said about me; //I feel so fucking horny...!// It annoyed me that Ken had my number; Mother Nature had given me a body made for making babies and a libido to make sure I had lots of opportunities. I got out the vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier; I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch. Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's decision to wait about making babies. Later that day, Ken came over. He was actually well behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage, and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. It was kind of weird; although I didn't really like Ken, I wore a tight T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals -- exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack. I don't think I was actively trying to be a tease - - it was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy -- but I sure got Ken's attention. Several times, I caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs. "How about a drink?" Ken suggested around lunchtime "I brought some sherry." "Hmm. I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?" "Ten years." "Must be expensive." "Aren't you worth it," Ken grinned, feigning to put the bottle back in its bag. "I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was something Jack had let slip. "I guess we'll see," Ken said, taking the bottle out again. While Ken poured some glasses, I put out some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. We were talking about nothing at all, but I got a tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate. The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. The sherry must have been older, than he said -- probably as old as I was -- perfectly blended with aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it four glasses, and felt the numb happiness of intoxication slowly come over me. I no longer knew what Ken was talking about. Down between my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet. "You okay, Sis?" Ken asked. I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the rungs of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. "Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly, "but...it mus' be more 'n than ten years old." "Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an hour." "Tha's...a lot." "Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are worth it!" Ken said ominously, suddenly standing up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as I. "I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels over the rung of the barstool. Ken just smiled, kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. Then Ken stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and squeeze my boobs. "Boy that stuff works fast." "Wha' are you talking 'bout," I asked sluggishly. "Just the drug I put in your drink, Sis," he grinned. "They said it might take another half hour to hit you," he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck. "Drug?" I asked stupidly. "Yes, just a little something to loosen up my in-control sister-in-law to make you one sleepy, horny little girl," he replied taking firmer control of the breast he was molesting. "What do you think you're doing...?" I asked. "I think I'm going to fuck my horny little sister-in- law," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck. "No, no!" I tried to protest, but Ken just laughed. "If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs so hard?" I hadn't even realized when he put his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned on so easily?" he taunted. "No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his attack. I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out "No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest. "Those are some nice tits," Ken said, cupping them both in his hands, then pausing to bend down and suck on my nipples; "Made for sucking." "What...? No...!" "Do you want me to stop?" Ken asked, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why are your nipples so hard?" By then, I was pretty well creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate to get fucked. //But, no -- !// I thought; //not with HIM...!// "Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" Ken said. "You must be really horny to let your own brother-in-law feel you up like this. It does feel good, though, doesn't it, Sis?" "Oh, yes...!" I gasped, grabbing his arms. "I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure." "Make sure?" "Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," Ken just grinned. Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the barstool. But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. "Oh, you're a wet little thing," Ken said, rubbing my pussy with his fingers, then slipping his middle finger into my hole. "You're all gooey inside, like a pussy that needs a prick." I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. "Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help, eh?" "Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but Ken's hand on my nipple and the other in my pussy was driving me crazy. "If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are, he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!" "Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty sex you need from my respectful little brother." His fingers in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could hardly think. "I mean, that's what you are, right Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper wife be just about to come on a thick finger in her hot fuck hole?" "Noooo!" I moaned, needing him to push me just a little further. "Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her husband to make her come with his hand?" "Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder. I tried to focus -- to think of something that would scare him off. "Don't do this, Ken," I said -- even as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a complaint against you so fast, it would make your head spin..." "Oh, the feisty lawyer!" "I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is battery... Ah!" His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke "So you want me to stop?" Ken asked, slowing his caress of my clit. "You don't need this?" Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and he knew it. "Oh...please...!" "You know you're a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!" I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just to keep him going. "Oh God, Ken...please, please ...!" "'Please' what, Katie?" "Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone...!" "I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my wife 'cause she is a hot, stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change." Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was terrified but aroused- he was obviously bent on some kind of payback -- and I was still too high from the drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have planned. Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to the bedposts. I was quaking. Ken left me for a moment to strip off his clothes -- but worry gave way to embarrassment when I noticed a video camera, already set up and running on its tripod. Triumphantly, Ken returned to the bed, hovering over my naked body. "Before I finish, you little slut," he said, "you're going to beg me to make a baby in you. I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an edited version will make sure you keep as many babies as I put in your belly." Incomprehension must have passed over my face. "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. "What I put in your drink was a fertility drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot is just a pleasant side effect." Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those tits you always are hiding form Jack." "No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he's going to knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I screamed, "please don't make me do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll make you come!" "Indeed you will, Sis, in due time. Now just shut up," Ken said, pushing my knees apart. Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head between my legs to suck and lap at my juice-slathered hole. I'd never allowed Jack to eat me, fearing the loss of control, but now I had no choice. "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly feeling his tongue take me over the edge to a climax. Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis and abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his face, even as he ate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally -- thankfully -- he let me rest. With his face wet with my cum, he looked up at me triumphantly. "Wound up enough, little girl?" he taunted. "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled -- I didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily I wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair with my fingers. "Oh, fuck!" I said; "you're making me come...!" My climax was all the harder knowing a camera was watching us -- watching a young lawyer being reduced to a rutting woman getting just what she had denied so long she needed. I wailed as his tongue stabbed into my overheated pussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuous orgasm. While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm, Ken slid around so his hips were over my head, and I soon found his cock in my mouth. It was nice -- a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and tongue on his shaft, Ken humped his hips to fuck my mouth. I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of knocking me up. I hoped so and gave him all I had, bobbing my head up and down beneath his dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in the meantime -- licking and sucking at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to come. "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to find out." Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across my tongue -- and I winced as I tried to keep sucking him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter -- and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-oozing cock off to one side. "Not bad, for an amateur cocksucker" Ken commented cruelly, looking down at me. "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and round, we'll have to make this a regular thing." Spent -- for the moment -- he went back to sucking my pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so arousing I hardly realized I was playing with his cock, making him hard again. Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my eyes Ken had turned around to lie down beside me. "Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him. "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to make you a mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on my knees. I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him, letting the shaft sink suddenly deep inside me. "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting to hump him. "And you're tight," Ken replied; "you really don't fuck often enough, Sis." I blushed, embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a poor slut aching for cock. "Ugg!" I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep; "I felt that!" "That's your womb," Ken said, pushing his helmet up against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. "It wants a baby." I felt dizzy; I didn't want a baby, but I wanted that that cock -- it felt heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and let him start to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love these, too." "Oh, Ken," I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!" "Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your lawyer ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to make you a mommy." "Oh, God," I moaned, "Ken, you can do it, squirt your sperm in me!" "I don't know," Ken said, teasingly stopping his own thrusting; "show me you want it." "Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to have it! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into spasms -- clutching and sucking at his cock. Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that. "Good girl," he said, grabbing my hips; "now here's your BABY!" He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I had let him do. It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor Jack...!// When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me, pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I have denied this to him, and to myself, for so long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack, but Ken, who was fucking me, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding, humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself, wrapping my legs around his back. He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy. Afterward, I lay there lazily in bed with Ken's come oozing out of my pussy as my brother-in-law dressed and folded up his camera. When he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too. Three weeks later my period hadn't come and I realized I was pregnant. Jack was a little confused about the calendar manipulation I used to persuade him that, "accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed to think critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy - I knew Ken was the father. I wish I could say that letting Ken fuck me was a one- time thing, but it wasn't. The day I called him to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or drugged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-sized cock that had made me pregnant. I found myself dressing like a slut to turn him on. Once, I went over to his house wearing my strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. When he saw how hot I was, he took the first opportunity to bend me over the back of his couch and slam-fuck my tight little pussy (while Suzie was downstairs doing the laundry). Ken was unemployed during the early part of my pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. Ken was overjoyed the fertility drug had been so effective. I was stunned but that didn't keep me from letting him screw me silly that day. Usually Ken would come to the house soon after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me to my law office with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini maternity dresses that Ken liked and that made the other women in the office so jealous. Once we even fucked in the courthouse, during a recess in a misdemeanor libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs. Ken, watching from the back of the courtroom, made hand signals. I couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess so we could slip into an unused office and he could bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury noticed? The prospect of Ken's cock inside me, made me do things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore for Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him eat me for hours on end. Sometimes he caught our fucking on camera and we watched the tapes together -- giggling at our antics -- before fucking all over again. With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe Ken was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, Jack seemed very understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex. ****** Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins -- I was on top of the world. My dangerous, embarrassing affair with Ken had ended when he got a construction job out of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started letting then demanding that Jack fuck me two or three times daily. He was surprised, but pleased with his newly horny wife, and I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before, practicing with him all the things I'd learned with Ken. With my babies due in a week, and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a career. Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, Ken and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. Ken and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and Ken was clearly pleased with both of us sporting big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," Ken said, playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence. "So," Ken said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep her at home long enough for you to start her on the next one?" Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she doesn't have to work. But ... she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm." "Well," Ken said, "Maybe she'll change her mind, once the baby's born. Motherhood does things to women," he added, ominously. A week later, I went into labor suddenly, and my water broke while Jack was driving me to the hospital; by the time we got there, I had already pushed out two beautiful daughters -- Jacqueline (6 lb., 8 oz) and Jocelyn (6 lb., 10 oz). The nurses and my doctor were amazed how easy the delivery had been. I supposed it was because of the frequent, hard orgasms I had from Jack fucking me the last few weeks, but I just smiled and said I guessed I took after my mother. Several weeks after that, I was home puttering around the nursery, preparing to go back to work, when Ken, who had been out of town again, showed up at the house. He picked Jocelyn right up out of the crib she was sharing with Jacqueline, and handed her to me. "Okay, Miss High and Mighty, you listen to me; get your cow tits out and start feeding my baby like a real mommy!" I was shocked; I didn't know what had brought this on. "Now look ..." I stammered, "the babies are on formula." Ken, sensing my confusion, bore on. "My babies deserve real tit mile! I've had enough of this 'career-woman' shit from you, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are, you're going to leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I want to hear you're going to give him the hot sex a man needs, too." Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, Ken," I said, summoning my courage; "Your dirty game is over. If you want to tell Jack, do it. And ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too." Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "Stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming into view; "Whose idea do you think it was to knocking you up with these babies to knock you off your high horse in the first place?" Again, Ken pushed my daughter toward me, and whispered in my ear. "Come on, Mommy, do it; you've got the tits for it." "Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her eight-months-pregnant belly. "It's only fair." "Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion. "Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "Maybe you were too busy letting my husband fuck your little brains out to remember, but right after Ken got you pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your husband. Seeing your protruding tummy every day, poor Jack was even hornier than you usually left him! One day, he 'accidentally' saw me with my blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet pussy, too," she smirked "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. Then I let him suck my pussy until he was drunk on my cum, put his neglected prick in my well used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!" I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to appreciate. "See, I don't think it's right for a husband to go without when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front of him. I gave him what he needed, let him empty his balls in me every morning -- while Ken was over at your place, fucking his mommy-slut silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* don't make a man use a condom, so that's why this one is probably his." "You...bitch!" I spat. "No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on." "The hell I will!" "Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking in as well, "Things have changed and I think you will make a wonderful mommy." "Jack...? What the hell...?" Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was Ken who explained the situation. "You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you were..." I blushed red with embarrassment. "... but I told him to play it cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy just like I do." "This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you people have broken?" "I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "But do I know how many people you might not want seeing those tapes -- your old friends, your boss, your family. Believe me, honey not one of them looks like rape!" I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair in resignation, my milk-heavy boobs seeming even heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-determined, Ken stayed close to me to lift my top, and lowered Jocelyn into my lap to place her little lips on my left tit. Then a smiling Jack handed me Jacqueline as well, and I felt a second hungry little mouth clamp onto my other nipple. I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had done to me, but somehow, looking down at my two little babies drinking happily from my breasts, my anger dissolved. Nursing them both, I started rocking and cooing as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs, and the girls drank it down contentedly. "It looks like it's working! Jack exclaimed, looking at Ken. "Didn't I tell you?" Ken said; "You can count on your big brother!" ***** It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant stimulation of three sucking mouths on our breasts keep us quite horny and ready for Ken and Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometime <g>), Suzie and I also like to get together for girl/girl fun. Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when Suzie's older kids are asleep; we keep the babies around for inspiration. Of course our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the sperm they've pumped into our tummies, we'll probably BOTH have twins next time! Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know that life is gone forever. I love playing with and nursing my little girls and could never give up the hard, frequent sex I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told us he and Ken intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come. We giggled and nodded in agreement. The End Comments please to Jenny [email protected] or Homer Vargas [email protected] or Sakka [email protected]

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Toni's New Life (MF, Fdom, Mdom, MC, Preg) By Jenny [[email protected]], Homer Vargas [[email protected]], and Billy Breed [[email protected]] *** Readers will note a strong resemblance between this story and "Teaching the Tomboy" by Jenny and Homer. Much of the language is the same; yet ultimately it turns on a different plot device and goes in the direction of the Fertile Valley/Cutters Creek universe. *** Toni had just finished fixing the neighbor's car sitting in the family driveway when she heard her mother call her. She took a final swig from the Diet Coke that was never far from her hand "Hurry up, Toni darling. We don't have long before we go." Toni winced. She had dreaded this day. She was going to be stuck all summer living and working at some kind of religious child-care center, helping one of her mother's friends. She much preferred working on cars for people in the neighborhood, though it didn't pay much. Even though the job would mostly be landscaping, Toni was sure just being in the proximity of a horde of little brats would drive her nuts. As she walked into the house her mom looked at her grease-stained clothes in disdain "Oh my Goodness! Please, dear, go shower and change into something pretty. I don't want Lynn to see you like that!" Reluctantly, Toni climbed the stairs, showered and pulled on clean clothes. As she came down, her mother took one look at her and exclaimed, "Oh Toni! T-shirt and jeans, again?" This had become a sore point between Toni and her mother. "You could be every guy's dream if you just dolled yourself up a little. You're short and slim, honey, but with nice full breasts that men go ape over. You have your father's beautiful black hair and MY figure," her mother never tired of pointing out proudly. Toni was well aware of the effect she had on boys and she hated it. She had no use for them at this stage of her life or maybe ever. They were so immature. All they thought about was sex and none could believe that "a babe like you" could be planning a career as an engineer. So Toni steered clear of boys, concentrating on fixing cars, getting good grades in her advanced placement courses at school, and trying rather unsuccessfully to hide her curves under the baggy clothes that her mother had started to dislike. It was weird what had come over her mother. Toni suspected it had something to do with the people se met at the new church she and Dad had started to attend. The minister had quite old-fashioned ideas about women and it had rubbed off on her parents. Her mom used to be her biggest supporter in her ambitions for college and a career. Recently, however, she had become obsessed with Toni having dates and "getting a boyfriend." That is when her mother's interest in Toni's looks and her lack of "femininity" had begun. She had even begun to say things about college not being such a good idea "for a woman," which was crazy, as her mom was a university graduate herself. "Please, dear, at least wear a blouse so people can appreciate your lovely breasts. I do want you to make a good impression." "I don't even want this job, Mom." "But you want the money for college, don't you." Her mother replied, almost threatening. "You know it pays more than anything you could find around here does. Besides, It could do you good. Who knows, maybe being around all those sweet little babies all summer will give you ideas," her mother grinned. "You could even change your mind about college. It's certainly not too soon for you to start having babies." That was the other part of it. Not only did Mom - and she suspected Dad was behind it - want to Toni be a "girly" girl, more interested in boys and looking pretty than in school, she had started talking about Toni getting married and starting a family as soon as possible. As if that were not already happening to lots of girls in her school, daughters of her parents' new friends. Toni knew most of the girls with expanding waistlines; some had been her friends before they suddenly went "boy crazy" with disastrous consequences. She had heard some of the stories, of serious, studious girls out on dates suddenly having an urge to let their boyfriends "do them." It was worse in some cases: a girl out on a second or even a first date was totally unable to say no to a boy she hardly knew. She would let him kiss, and feel, and fondle her until she was in such a lather she dropped her panties, locked her ankles around his back and welcomed his cock into what almost always turned out to be her fertile pussy. Some of these girls even claimed to have been taking the pill with or without their parents' knowledge. It didn't matter. Three or four weeks after the beginning of her sudden rut (and after a first fuck the girl became incapable of going a day without one or more encores with the same or a different boy) no period had come and she realized she was going to have a baby. Toni would have suspected the date-rape drug, except that the girls remembered everything. Indeed, they were only too happy to describe in embarrassing detail how wonderful it was to have Friday's or Tommy's or Mark's big prick in them and how he made her orgasm repeatedly until she passed out. Some admitted to begging a boy to remove the condom so she could have his potent sperm in her. Toni shuddered to think that half the girls in her junior class were proudly displaying their large pregnant bellies, unable to think or talk about anything except that and how to get sex more often. The "pregnancy bug" seemed to hit the health freaks the hardest, the girls who were always eating granola bars and drinking bottled water. Toni knew few of them would return to school next year. A few who had gotten an "early start," already had a fat baby nursing from their generous breasts and were pregnant a second time. Strangely, her parents and their new friends seemed not to care whether the girls were getting married or not; the important thing was they were having babies. And that new church her parents attended wasn't helping matters any. Just about all of the girls who had "accidents" seemed to be members, or become members as soon as they were pregnant. Toni had gone to only one service with her parents, walking out when the Reverend started talking about a woman's "duty" to please her man and "to be fruitful and multiply." Please, this was the new millennium! Toni's mom had told her she couldn't have more children, but she HAD been acting funny around dad. Not only had she begun to fix really special dinners for him, she actually got tarted up for his return home every night. Toni was still amazed to see her mom put on short tight dresses and don high heels, and jewelry just to eat dinner. Her parents offered to let her have wine with them as the sat at the table holding hands and cooing at each other, but Toni was loyal to her Diet Coke. Then before Toni could clear the table, her mom had dad by the hand leading him to their bedroom. She usually heard her mom's first orgasm before the dishes were in the dishwasher and several more disturbed her sleep each night. Toni sighed. She wanted nothing more than to get away from Harrisburg, it's dorky people and it's weird church. It was a fairly big town, but with all the pregnant girls in the school you'd think it was a degenerate backwater like Fertile Valley or Cutters Creek or Breeds Hill. "I'm not ready to start a family and I'm not the 'mommy' type," she called back down the stairs. Fifteen minutes later a sullen Toni, in a blouse, headed out the door with her mother. Forty-five minutes afterwards, they pulled up to a large complex of buildings on the outskirts of town. A large sign read, "The Nursery" and in smaller letters, "An outreach service of The Church of the Spirit." Toni groaned; her mom hadn't told her the place was run by her mom's new church. That made everything ten times worse. It looked somewhat like a hospital or clinic and was set well back from the main road. As Toni walked in and looked around, she could not help but be dismayed. The rooms were filled with cribs and playpens and the dining area, with rows of high chairs. In the background syrupy gospel music played. A tall shapely woman about her mom's age came up to them. "So good to see you again, Barbara," the woman exclaimed, kissing Toni's mom on the cheek. "Toni, this is Miss Lynn, the manager of The Nursery," her mother explained. "Oh thank you for coming, Barbara and bringing us your daughter. My, I see our little Toni has gotten to be a BIG girl... up here where it counts." Toni blushed as the woman eyed her breasts, ill concealed by the too- tight blouse her mother made her wear. "Won't be long 'til you're having babies I guess, will it, dear?" Toni rolled her eyes. "Looks like your work is going well, Lynn," Toni's mom remarked. "Oh yes! Since the Church of the Spirit began evangelizing here in Harrisburg, we've been getting more and more business. With so many working girls starting to have "happy accidents," divorced single mommies, professional women hearing the biological clock tick, and all those high-school girls," she looked pointedly at Toni, "having unprotected sex now, we get plenty of babies to take care of," the woman laughed. "I'm so glad you brought Toni to help us." "Thank you for taking her on. Well, I've got to be going if I don't want to be late," Barbara said hurriedly. "Eager to get home so Sam can take good care of you tonight?" Lynn grinned. "Well, yes," Barbara admitted la little sheepishly. "I don't know what's gotten into him recently." "Don't have to ask what's gotten into you," her friend smirked. "Maybe it was seeing so many pretty mommies when you visited here before. It really turns men on. Better watch out honey, he may have plans to put YOU back into maternity dresses." "Don't be ridiculous, Lynn. Sam and I are too old for that kind of nonsense," Toni's mom laughed nervously. "That's what I thought, dear, but Frank got other ideas." "Frank?" Barbara asked with a smile. "Sounds like a new man." "Yes, Frank McCoy and is he ever!. He's the new administrator of The Nursery since the Church of the Spirit bought us our. Would you believe it honey? I wound up in his bed the first day we met. I just couldn't say no to the boy." "A younger man?" Barbara's eyes grew wide. "Thirty five and does he know what an old girl like me needs. We've been an 'item' ever since. Well, since we've been going out I have found I am horny all the time. I'd swear his cock has gotten bigger, too, and when he puts it in me, it drives me crazy. I just can't refuse him anything and he can see it. It all came to a head one afternoon not long ago. He had me on my hands and knees giving me the most wonderful doggie fuck..." "Lynn!" Her friend gasped. "I told you; he can make me do anything," Lynn giggled. "As I said, he had me by the tits pounding me from behind. That beautiful cock of his had made me come so many times I wasn't thinking straight. Well I was headed for the Big One when he slowed down almost to a stop. He whispered that he wanted to pull off his condom and come in me bareback. Of course we both knew it was the 'worst' time for me and I objected. Then she started whispering in a seductive voice how sexy I'd look with a big belly and how much he wanted to give me a baby to hold and nurse." "At your age?" "Yes! Well, I was horny but not THAT horny and tried to say no again, but he just laughed and said in that case, maybe I'd like him to pull out. Frank was still fucking me, slowly, deliciously, holding me right on the edge of the edge of the biggest climax ever. I begged him just to finish me off, but he was adamant. Was I SURE I didn't want him to shoot me full of his come? And wear those cut maternity dresses? And have big milky boobs? Well, he had me so wound up, I couldn't hold out any longer. I said yes, he could make me pregnant. I'd have said anything to got get my come. Hell, before it was over I was bawling for him to give me another baby. And that's just what I got," she smiled and patted her tummy. "You don't mean...?" asked the flabbergasted Barbara. "The rabbit just died," Lynn confirmed with a big smile. Toni blushed to hear the two women talking about sex and having babies, at their ages! And Lynn wasn't wearing a wedding ring; it was disgusting. "Well, you take care of MY baby. I know you have work to do," her mother winked mysteriously before she kissed Toni goodbye and then paused. "Oh, by the way, Lynn, Sam asked me if I'd buy a few more packs of that wonderful bottled water the Church sells." "Don't be ridiculous, Barbara. For bringing us little Toni, take two cases; it's on the house. I'll have a couple of the girls load then into your car. It is delicious, isn't it? I've been drinking it myself since the Church bought this place." "It is," Barbara agreed. "I just can't get enough. It has me peeing all the time," she giggled. "Remember what I said, or that's not the only reason you'll be peeing all the time," the older woman smirked. "Oh, Lynn! You're impossible," Barbara exclaimed shaking her head before hurrying off, leaving Toni embarrassed at the way her mother was behaving. "Miss Lynn" as she insisted Toni call her, showed Toni to her room and helped her unpack, frowning as she saw the collection of jeans and sweatshirts the girl had brought. Then she took her around and introduced her to the other girls on the staff. Toni was not impressed. They all looked like high-school dropouts and airheads. What was worse, Miss Lynn had them all dressed in the most ridiculous uniform: extremely short, low cut lacy pink smocks, which barely covered their breasts. Then Teri noticed something else. Under most of those smocks were protruding, pregnant bellies! "My, she's a tough-looking one, a real tomboy, I see," a woman's voice boomed. Toni looked around at a large woman dressed in a size 12 version of the girls' uniform. "Toni, this is Miss Victoria Price, our head nurse," Miss Lynn explained. "I'll leave you with her. "Your mother told me you were going to be a challenge. I see what she meant," the older nurse smirked. "What does that mean," Toni almost snarled. The older woman came a little closer and replied, "Well, your mother and father are worried that with your attitude, they will never have the houseful of grandchildren they want. After they came to the church, they realized they had made a mistake, your mother going to college and graduate school, instead of getting started on a big family. They want to make sure you don't make that mistake. Lynn promised her two years here and we would make you into the perfect mommy." "'Two years?' What are you talking about? I'm just taking this stupid job for two MONTHS this summer to earn money for college," Toni said, stunned. "Oh, you don't need to go to college to fulfill the Spirit's plan for women. All you need is a bun in this cute little oven of yours," she nurse smiled, patting Toni's belly. "And the sooner the better!" With that the nurse signaled two of the other girls who grabbed Toni and held her. "You may not like things here at first," the nurse said pulling a syringe from behind her back. "I need to give you a shot to help you adjust." Toni struggled frantically to get free from the two girls holding her, but they were too strong. She struggled even more when the older woman began unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down over Toni's curvy hips. "Bend her over a little, girls," she ordered. Helpless, Toni felt the nurse pull her panties down and caress her bottom. The sharp smack of the nurse's hand on her bottom stung so, Toni didn't feel the needle plunge deep into her firm round ass. "That should do you, dear," the nurse said as she withdrew the needle. Almost immediately, Toni felt her efforts to escape grow sluggish and cease. As a warm glow spread over her, Toni let the two girls lead her to a couch. Victoria nodded to the girls who began to fondle her tits and play with her pussy. Unused to such attention, Toni's body quickly began to respond. A few licks brought her nipples to rock hard attention. A few strokes brought her clit out from hiding. "My, my what a beautiful clitty you have!" Toni heard one of the girls say as she manipulated it expertly. Then she felt soft hair on her thighs as hands guided them apart. "Stop that Terry!" she heard Miss Prince's voice ring out. "We have to save something for tomorrow." The girl gave a disappointed sound but Toni was too far gone to even wonder what the woman was talking about. Whatever it was, the attention to her body did not let up. "Oh, well, go ahead; it'll help put her to sleep, anyway." In seconds Toni felt waves of pleasure run from her clit up her spine to her head. When the waves reached her eyes she saw stars, and then blackness. When Toni woke up she was in bed. She attempted to get up but comfortable, thought effective, bands held her arms and legs loosely to the four corners of the bed. Incongruously a radio in the corner blared out a minister giving a sermon, something about being fruitful and multiplying. Opening her eyes, to her horror she saw that she was clothed in a pajama version of the obscene uniform she had seen the day before. A plate on a nearby tray indicated she had been fed, but she was quite thirsty. Fortunately, there was a bottle of water with in reach. She downed it avidly. As her mother had said, it was delicious. Presently she was dozing again. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Victoria beamed as she walked in. "Glad I caught you before your mid-morning nap. Looks like you will definitely be staying with us. Lynn told me about your drug record. "What do you mean! But, I don't have a drug record," Toni protested. "You do now," she chuckled. "The District Attorney is a grateful client of The Nursery. All we would have to do is tell him we found drugs on you, and off to prison you go." "You wouldn't do that to me!" Toni cried in disbelief. "We won't have too if you'll relax and be a good girl." Miss Victoria purred. Toni looked puzzled. "I am a good girl. Better than those girls at school who get pregnant. What more do you want?" The older woman gazed down at the young woman smiling. She liked it when they already though they were 'good girls.' then all you had to do was alter their definition of what made one good and they would behave as desired. "We perform many services here at The Nursery. The women who bring their babies here believe that they should be breast-fed, so all the girls get hormones in their food, at least until they aren't necessary," Victoria paused and smiled, "to help them produce lots of nice breast milk for the babies." "What are you talking about?" Toni said, the outlandish revelation spurring her attempt to shake off the effects of drowsiness she felt. "In a few days, the injection I gave you last night and the hormones in your food will kick in and you will be spending your days with babies nursing from those lovely titties of yours, tough girl," Victoria smirked. "Of course being stuffed full of female hormones and the stimulation of so many hungry little mouths sucking on your tits will leave you pretty horny at the end of the day. But we'll make sure that won't be a problem for you." "I don't understand," Toni said, though she was afraid she really did. "Your mother made sure there's a special guy waiting to help take care of her horny little girl," she gloated. "Your nights will be spent on your back with a nice hard cock where you need it: in this pretty little pussy," she explained, placing a hand between Toni's legs and dipping a finger into the young woman's honeypot. "Oh, nice and wet already, just from hearing me talk about it. You're going to like it here, I see." "You're all a bunch of perverts!" Toni exclaimed, trying to free herself from the bonds but unable to ignore the pleasure the older woman's busy fingers were drawing from her inexperienced pussy. "Not at all. We are strong supporters of healthy family values. 'Large' family values," the nurse grinned. "Another service we provide is for church members who are parents of difficult young ladies like you, who have misguided ideas about school and careers when all they should be thinking about is making lots of babies. In a few days we'll change your mind and soon you will be happily making a baby for us yourself." "Getting underage girls pregnant? That's sick!" Toni said, venom in her voice. "Never!" the nurse replied. "We always make sure the girl has attained the age of consent, sixteen in this state. I don't know why your mother waited so long about bringing you here; Lord knows you need it," she sighed. "Besides, not all of the women are so young. Our DA friend is a typical case. He left his wife last year to marry a foxy little prosecutor in his office when his wife refused to start a second family. Unfortunately, the silly filly didn't quite understand what her role as a trophy wife was to be. She insisted on continuing to work. Her new husband discovered that not only did she have no intention of staying home and giving him six or seven little ones as he expected, she wasn't even that keen on fucking his brains out every night, now that she "had" him. Naturally, he felt a little aggrieved, so he arraigned for her to visit us one day. We did the rest. When she left a few months later, she was a pregnant little cockhound." Toni tried to ignore the wetness between her legs and laugh. "Do you really think I'm going to stick around to nurse babies or let some loser knock me up? Forget it. I do guy things, lady. Now let me get out of here." The young woman pulled at her bonds with all her strength, but they were too strong and she soon gave up, panting. Miss Victoria watched her struggle until her strength gave out and Toni slumped back against the bed. "Oh, with that attitude, it's going to be so much fun watching you become a cute little mommy," the nurse laughed. "Maybe you need to see just how much fun you can have here before you decide to leave." Miss Victoria pressed a buzzer and one the girls ushered in a handsome young man of perhaps thirty. "Who is that?" Toni demanded, "some guy you are going to let rape me?" "Toni, Toni!" Miss Victoria smiled condescendingly. "Of course he's not going to rape you. Don't you remember what I said about the age of consent? And we'll have a video to show you consenting at the top of your lungs, my dear. Why shouldn't you? Your mom and dad chose William especially to be the father of your first child." "My, my parents!" Toni said in a terrified voice. The older woman nodded. "Your mother tried to introduce you to William at a church dance a while back, but you just ran off to help someone with their car and left him all alone at the dance." Toni remember the event only vaguely. It was one of the few times she had ever let her mother drag her to the new church she and her father had started attending. She nodded as Victoria's talented fingers worked on her snatch, making it hard to think about anything else. Victoria continued, "William was nice enough to consent to come here and give you another chance. He works with your father, you know, and has a good job and lots to offer... Besides, he's the Rev. Breed's son." By now the girls had moved up on either side of William and began stripping his clothes. When his cock sprang free even Victoria lost her voice for a moment, lost in memories of time spent on that magnificent member. After a moment one of the girls, a pretty blond who was clearly in her second trimester, reached for his cock and began to stroke it. "Ooh, it's even bigger than I remember it." she breathed as she slid to her knees and took the member into her mouth. Between the erotic sight before her and Victoria's fingers Toni's pussy was flowing freely. Her hips were even beginning to hump upward in an effort to increase the friction with the older woman's fingers. At some unvoiced signal the two girls moved away from William and moved to stand on either side of Toni. Victoria moved to stand by Toni's head. Looking up the younger woman could only see the underside of the older woman's enormous breasts. Looking down through the soft valley between her breasts she could see William standing with his huge member at the ready. A moment passed while Toni looked from one to the other wondering what would happen. Then they all seemed to move simultaneously. Hands descended on her breasts, caressing her nipples into rock-hard excitement. Victoria leaned down so her breasts covered Toni's eyes and rubbed across her face. The young woman couldn't stop her tongue from darting out and teasing the older woman's nipple. But it was the hands on her thighs that captured most of Toni's attention. They roved up, and down her quivering flesh. They caressed her most sensitive spots as if they knew all her secrets. Soon they slid up her thighs until fingertips were sliding over her bush, teasing her sensitive lips. By now her pussy had opened like a flower and her juices were leaking onto her thighs She heard a deep voice from between her legs say, "You were right, she is ready today." Victoria's voice replied, "Of course, we know what we're doing here. I was right all the other times wasn't I?" There was a brief grunt of assent, then Toni felt the most wonderful warm, wet sensation slide into her pussy and begin to lap at her sex. In seconds she felt a powerful orgasm begin to build in her loins. The feeling grew and grew, but just before it burst, a deep voice said, "Untie her arms and legs. She's not going anywhere." Victoria asked, "Is that wise?" "Of course, she'd no sooner stop this no than I would." The hands withdrew from Toni's breasts, and as Victoria moved away Toni let slip the older woman's milk spurting nipple that she hadn't realized she was sucking. By now William was moving onto her and some instinct told her to spread her legs as wide as she could. Her arms were around his neck Then he was entering her. Stretching her opening with his girth, moving in a little further with each stroke, then pulling out until only the head was still inside her. In desperation the young woman wrapped her legs around him urging him deeper. When he reached her maidenhead he paused for a second then began pumping in and out faster and faster until her orgasm was approaching again. When William felt Toni lose control he gave a great thrust and burst her hymen at the moment of orgasm. She screamed with pleasure, not pain. The orgasm had washed away the last remnants of hesitation; she was delirious. Fully impaled on the massive member Toni thrashed up and down working the stiff member into her womb over and over. Struggling to contain his own orgasm, William whispered to the rutting girl. "Like it, don't you Toni? You like coming on my cock, like having my cock in your little pussy, don't you?" Toni's incoherent moans of pleasure were the only reply. "You know what happens to girls who let boys put their cocks in their unprotected fertile pussies, don't you? Is that what you want? Do you want a big pregnant belly with big milky titties? Do you want me to put a baby in you?" William had slowed downed slightly, not quite letting Toni reach the organs her body was crying out for. "Tell me what you want, Toni." "Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded. "Give me a baby, Billy, anything, just fuck me, fuck meeeeee!" William hadn't waited for the inevitable answer. She was peaking again, and the feeling of his hot seed splashing against her cervix only heightened her orgasm. Some indefinite time later, when she recovered from the orgasm Toni knew her life's plans had been overturned. She could never again go a day without the pleasure she had just experienced. Moreover, some primitive instinct told her Billy had created a new life inside her. To her dazed surprise the thought pleased her, almost as much as her new lover's ability to get it back up almost as soon as she had caught her breath. The next morning Toni got out of bed extremely thirsty. She wondered if it was from having been climaxed so many times. As she sipped from the bottle of water on her nightstand, she anxiously examined her body for changes. Between sessions with Billy, the older woman had told her what to expect in the coming weeks. Just as Victoria had said, Toni's nipples were a little darker, and maybe a tad longer. She would spend the day getting settled at the Nursery, and start work tomorrow. The shot ensured that her milk would come in later that day or maybe the next. Maybe that was why she almost gulped down the water so quickly. The idea of feeding babies with her breasts had always seemed so alien and strange to Toni, but after last night, the idea seemed strangely ... satisfying. As if she'd been missing out on a part of herself all these years. Billy waking up disturbed Toni's reverie, but she didn't complain when he bent her over the edge of the bed and introduced her to doggy-style sex. Later that day, after Billy had left for work, Miss Lynn gave Toni a tour of the place. The complex was even larger than Toni had suspected. After showing her the nurseries and gardens where the children played, Lynn took Toni into the large building that served as a dormitory for the women who worked at the Nursery. After showing her the general layout of the building, Lynn left Toni with the two girls who had helped introduce her to Billy. The pretty blonde was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Dawn," the girl gushed as she pumped Toni's hand setting her large breasts bobbing. "We're so glad to have you here." Toni flushed a the girl's touch, remembering that hand on her breast the previous day. The brunet had a baby at her breast, but deftly got to her feet and introduced herself as Jenny. Toni quickly learned that Dawn was sixteen like her and had attended a local high school before coming to The Nursery. "My mom got so upset when my sister ran off with another woman. I guess she figured I was her only chance to get grandchildren. I think she wants six or seven," Dawn giggled. "She's certainly on her way to getting her wish," Jenny said patting Dawn's distended belly. "Yes, Homer's giving me twins this time," the girl replied with a dreamy note in her voice. The nursing girl switched the baby at her breast from one nipple to the other with such alacrity he didn't even have time to cry. "My story's the same, well except for the part about the lesbian sister," they all laughed. "I was going to be a lawyer, but my mom said there were enough lawyers in the world and she wanted a bunch of grandkids while she was young enough to enjoy them, so here I am." The girls showed Toni her new room and the girl was surprised by its size. It held a king size bed, a bassinet, and several cribs. When Toni asked about the cribs Dawn replied, "The cribs are for clients who have to leave their children with us over night. For the first few moths you're here you'll probably be too busy with other clients to get many of those," the girl leered suggestively. "And the bassinet is for this pretty soon," she patted Toni's belly. Still uncomfortable with that thought, Toni innocently asked, "What do you do for fun around here?" Dawn smiled at Jenny who was putting her now milk- drugged baby into one of the cribs then turned to Toni. "Well, we have unlimited Internet access. I've started writing sexy stories about the girls who come here and I post them to Art (http://www.eroticstories.com) and Lazeez's (http://www.storiesonline.net) sites, even Simon's (mcstories.com), if he thinks they contain enough 'mind control.' Maybe I'll do yours. Your Billy and Dawn friend Homer who help me; they help all us girls," she grinned, glancing at the infant in the crib. But the most fun we can have is to break in your new bed." Toni only had a split second to wonder what this was supposed to mean before the young woman's hand came to rest on her breast. The thin material of the blouse did little to protect the young nipples from the unexpected assault and Toni quickly found herself squirming. She meant to resist, she really did, but by the time she began to move Jenny had pressed her lips to Toni's and the girl was lost in the sensation. She barely even noticed when Dawn opened her blouse and began tonguing her pert nipples. Presently there were hands under Toni's short smock, pushing apart her legs, and then fingers and then a tongue in Toni's pussy. After the first orgasm, she was licking first Dawn's breasts and then a savory cunt. Several cums later the three sated girls were asleep in each other's arms. By the time they awoke it was noon and Toni had been pleased by, and in turn pleased both of her new friends many times. It was hunger that drove them from the room. Dawn had explained that being pregnant made her hungry while Jenny had said it was breast feeding that gave her such an appetite. Then they had giggled as they both looked at Toni and said she would know all about both soon enough. The cafeteria was much larger than Toni had expected. That same gospel music Toni had noticed playing in all over the building played softly in the background. There were at least a hundred young women there. All of them either pregnant, pushing a stroller or, frequently, both. When Toni expressed surprise over the number of girls Jenny laughed. "This is only one of four buildings! There are an awful lot of families that need the services of a place like this. These days too many girls are getting newfangled ideas about careers or some such and forgetting about their duty to continue the species. Lord knows I needed a place like this to set me straight." After lunch Toni accompanied her new friends to the main nursery and learned to change diapers. When she could do so to Jenny's approval, the older girl led her over to a row of cribs. "Let's see," she said, "little Jake ... ah here he is." She pulled a rather rotund baby from the crib. "Lift up your shirt and give the little guy a try." Toni blushed, and protested, "but I don't have milk yet." Jenny smiled and pulled up Toni's shirt so she could caress one of Toni's bare breasts. "He was fed just over and hour ago and won't complain about not getting any milk, but he likes to suck in his sleep. What you need to get those pretty knockers into action is a little stimulation and Jake is one of the best suckers we have." She led Toni to one of the numerous recliners scattered about the room and showed her how to sit with a baby. After they were situated she showed Toni how to put her nipple (which Jenny was surprised to see was even bigger and darker than it had been only hours before) into the infant's mouth. The instant he felt the nipple, Jake clamped his mouth shut and began sucking. When no milk came out the infant brought up his hands and began gently squeezing Toni's the sides of breast. Jenny was right; he sure could suck! In moments Toni felt a familiar oozing wetness in her crotch. Seeing the statement on her face Dawn smiled and said, "If he's that talented with a tit when he grows up our little Jake's never going to be lonely." Even as Toni drifted off to the pleasurable feeling of little Jake's mouth a pair of dark eyes watched her from a one way mirror at the end of the room. "Is that the new one my son was helping orient last night?" the Reverend William Breed asked. "Yes," Victoria replied, "a favor for a friend. I know the waiting list is growing, but the mother was so desperate and her husband is Sam Ramirez. They are new members, but Sam has done so much for the church already. He's converted more women to the way of the lord than any other man in the area." After the reverend smiled she continued, "And we'll need his financing to open that new campus if demand remains this high." Reverend Breed nodded. "The elder's council is extremely pleased with how the town is coming along. At this rate all the young leaders of the city will be members of the church within ten years." Of course by then Breed would have moved on. Other cities would be in need of his services. "It is truly a great time to serve the Lord!" Victoria said enthusiastically. "Indeed, and you are blessed to be in the position to bring so many others to the service of the Lord," Breed returned. Then he paused, "Do you have the tape of the new girl being initiated?" Victoria nodded, and handed the tall man a videotape, "She's a hot one, tapes of her should sell well." The reverend smiled back as he took the tape. Doing the Lord's work could be such a rewarding experience! ***** No one was surprised when Toni's period failed to arrive at the end of the month. Billy had spent every night between her legs, pumping her full of sperm and every day she had spent nursing babies. Her breasts had grown very large with milk, and her nipples had turned a deep brown while growing to be nearly an inch long. But even with the changes Toni remained Toni. When the Nursery's van broke down a few weeks later she was under the chassis to fix it, despite the way her heavy breasts and slightly protruding belly got in the way. Toni was surprised, however, when her parents came to visit. Her mother absolutely glowed, and a large bulge was evident in her mother's pants. "It must have happened soon after your father and I visited here the first time,' she admitted, a little embarrassed. "He was so horny after seeing all the pretty pregnant girls. I still don't know how it happened," she confided in Toni. "The doctors had told me I couldn't have another baby after you and besides, I thought I was too old. But a few days after we got home, I found myself so horny one night I almost raped him and his stamina was amazing. We've been busy as little bunny rabbits even since and this is the result," she said smiling down out her tummy. "He's already talking about doing me again," she giggled. "Our Spirit prayer group that meets at our house is really 'expanding' too," she joked. "Remember that nice Mrs. Maxton, the widow next door? She is expecting and she's my age. Oh yes, and that pretty Mrs. Harner down the street, she's due a month or two after me. Sam tells me the wives of most of his friends have gotten very lovey-dovey and most have let their husbands start second families. Even your Aunt Meg wrote back a few weeks after visiting us that she has surprised Ralph with news of another baby after all these years. So, there'll be a lot of youngsters in the neighborhood for your little brother or sister to play with! At this rate the congregation will have to build a new church to hold all the new members." Before they left, Toni noticed her father taking a big bottle of pills from Miss Lynn. She hoped he was feeling well. The next few months were kind to Toni. Now that she was definitely pregnant, Billy had no objections to her entertaining other men, and she had a different visitor each night. Each morning she surveyed the changes in her body with a growing sense of satisfaction. She had some of the largest tits at the nursery, and spent much of her time nursing different babies. Yet she retained the lithe figure of a young woman and attracted a lot of attention from the male clients. By the end of the year she was one of the most trusted young women at the nursery. Her mother was a bit disappointed Toni decided to stay with The Nursery as resident staff, but the bulge in her own panties promised that the houseful of grandkids Toni would be sending to her after each was weaned would have plenty of little uncles and aunts for playmates. Toni spent most of the next few years pregnant or getting that way as she worked her way up the ladder at The Nursery. Sometimes in those early years a girl from her old school, now a married professional woman would bring her baby to The Nursery. They always had a good laugh when they saw Toni there with her bulging belly. "I always knew they would learn you the joys of mother hood, Toni," they would say. But she ignored them; she was doing the Lord's work. However, every so often she would invite the most obnoxious of her old friends to have tea fortified with two pills from Miss Lynn's big jar and be sent away with a case or two of Spirit Spring water. Then in a few months she could expect a call from her old "friend" with the excited news that she was going to have a baby. It was an especially satisfying way to do the Lord's work. In a few years a new Nursery opened and Toni was chosen to run the place. It was her idea to make a lucrative deal with the County Juvenile Offenders Office for The Nursery to rehabilitate girl gang members. One of her first charges was a tall, sullen girl, but neither her scowl nor the loose-fitting detention garb could disguise a knockout body. Several tattoos proclaimed her allegiance to her comrades still out on the street. "You look pretty tough," Toni remarked as she appraised the muscular girl across her desk. "Yeah, and you ain't rehabilitatin' ME," the girl snarled. "Oh?" Toni smiled sweetly, "We'll see about that. More tea, dear?" The End Comments, please to: Jenny [[email protected]], Homer Vargas [[email protected]], or Billy Breed [[email protected]]

\\\// -(@ @)- ---------oOO--(_)--OOo------------------- WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! ----------------------------------------- Scroll down to view text Archive name: ex5.txt Authors name: Homer Vargas Story title : Personal Examination ----------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright Homer Vargas - 1998 - This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- Although this story is somewhat self contained, it basically ties up loose ends from earlier stories, of the "Examination" series. So far as I know my own mind, it will be the last of the "Examination" stories (although a wave of adulation could turn my head). If you have not read the others, you will probably want to postpone this one until you have read, preferably in order, "The Examination," "On Further Examination," "Wonder Woman's Examination," and "Examination of a NAG". Personal Examination by Homer Vargas Dr. James Bock moped about the clinic, making everyone feel even worse than they did anyway. All the women had loved Janet. Long after she withdrew from the practice to bear and care for her and James's four children, she remained a mother hen to the women of clinic staff. No one could understand why Janet allowed herself to become obese; it seemed beyond even James's ability to control. Thin before her first pregnancy, she added more and more weight as James Jr., Clive, Sophia, and Susana arrived in quick succession. With increasing weight came less activity leading to still more weight gain. A heart attack, unexpected, massive, definitive had taken her. James's sadness affected Amaka most of all. As her culture and human feeling directed, she had stepped in to see to James's and Janet's children. The house Mamma kept for her and her brood was small, but Mamma's heart was large and she smothered the little orphans with affection. They would be OK. It was James that worried Amaka. The relation between a man and woman is mysterious, Amaka thought. "Good" marriages sometimes are hell from the inside. Men and women cling to partners that "everyone" knows are wrong for them, bound by love, desire, custom, who knows what? Amaka did not pretend to know what had gone on between James and Janet. I was another universe from the one she and James inhabited. In theirs, James was her master, as he was Janet's, but they were also friends, business partners, lovers and parents of her children. Amaka felt herself married to James even though he went home to Janet every night and was married to neither. James made love to Amaka at the office frequently, usually more than once daily, more frequently, Amaka believed, than he made love to Janet, especially after she grew fat. In a way it was like the culture of her childhood homeland in which James had Janet as his Senior wife and she was his Junior. wife. The passion had gone from his relationship with Janet, only love, duty, or whatever it was that bound him, lingered. Amaka was, therefore, surprised that Janet's death had so devastated James. Only with immense will did he attend to clients, leaving Amaka to do virtually all of the seduction and conditioning of the women who continued to be sent to the clinic in increasing numbers. Certainly it affected their love making. The joy, the passion on the infrequent occasions was gone. Amaka felt James had transferred to her the obligatory sex he had with his deceased partner. James stopped having sex with the other women of the clinic completely. It hurt them all, but especially Suzie and Megan, the youngest women who were highly sexed. Amaka made a few adjustments in James's conditioning of them so that they could at least find some release in sex with each other, but she could not erase their desire for James himself. This could not go on. It would not be easy. She might not succeed. But she had to try. When James halfheartedly suggested sex with her in the office the next Friday evening, Amaka for the first time said no. She waited to see if he would take her. If he wished, he could fill her with an overpowering desire that would make refusal unthinkable. He could make her body move at his pleasure even if her mind remained unconvinced. His did neither, but only looked at her, puzzled. "Pick me up at my house Saturday night at 8:00, darling. I've made plans for dinner. It's rather formal" Again Amaka waited to see if he would go along. If he didn't want to, he could just make her forget all about the arrangements. She had guessed right. "OK. Why not?" James grinned almost shyly. It was the first smile of any kind Amaka had seen since Janet's death. Saturday was a busy day. A lot was riding on this night, the happiness not only of her and James, but of many others. James could make many things right, or, if she failed, leave dozens of people, himself included, in misery. Amaka was glad she was a woman. She had the insight and, she hoped, the charms to make it happen. Amaka had concluded that James felt guilty about Janet's death, but perhaps even more about her life. He had used his powers, not maliciously, but irresponsibly. He had only just stumbled onto his strange ability when he met Janet. She was the first woman whose life he had remade. Although Janet must have loved James over and above his power over her and though she had lived for the children she had with him, her life had been wrenched too far from her own goals. James probably never thought he would fall in love with the woman whose life he had turned upside down. James could give her unbelievable pleasure, but he could not make her totally happy. Now he never could. Most of James clients were probably happier for his interventions in their lives, but there were a few who had also suffered from James's use of his powers. Amaka suspected that Janet's death had reminded James of his culpability in those cases, too. He needed to face what he had done, but he had to get beyond it without hating himself. That was her task. The element of surprise would be important. Fortunately, James knew Amaka only as a beautiful, if exotic, woman who had fallen somewhat accidentally into his power. Typically for a man, he had not been too curious about the woman who had shared her body with him for the last four years. It was time he learned some things. "I want him to fall in love me, Mamma," Amaka explained. "He already loves you, child." "That's what he thinks, too, but not totally. I want it all. Give me juju, Mamma." "It's dangerous girl. Juju could make you evil and manipulative." "No, Mamma. Just give me the good juju" "Juju isn't good or bad, Amaka. It draws its power from what is in your heart. If your motives are even a little bad, the juju will be evil and that evil will be multiplied many fold." "I have to try, Mamma." "Oh, Amaka! Are you sure?" "I'm sure, Mamma." "Amaka you are my first born daughter. I can't believe anything bad of you. If you want to use juju, I will do as you say." Mamma went to the corner and pulled a key from her bosom to unlock the ancient chest. Carefully she withdrew several small carved wooden objects. Amaka knew what she had to do and had brought out candles, arranging them in an ellipse with a mat in the center. Amaka stripped and lay naked, perfectly still on the mat, waiting. Mamma went round the ring of candles, lighting each and repeating a chant. Then she danced around the circle of burning tapers, rolling her ample hips and singing softly, before stepping across the invisible threshold. With great precision, Mamma passed one and another of the idols over Amaka's body. The final one she passed three times around each breast and three times around Amaka's mound, intoning the age-old ritual. When she finished Amaka was deeply entranced. Mamma smiled down at her sleeping daughter, the mother of her four grandchildren, still her little girl. "Time to get up, honey. Let's do something with that hair. You need some practical juju, too." It hurt when Mamma knotted her hair into scores of tight plaits. Into each she wove in a piece or two of tinsel. It was a five hour job, but when she finished, both women were pleased with the results. Amaka went to her bath and soaked a long while, allowing the oils and unguents to be absorbed by her soft skin. When she emerged, she shown. Naked, Amaka went to her closet and removed a garment from a back shelf where it had remained for years, awaiting such an occasion. The noble fabric responded to the touch of an iron and became as new. Amaka slipped on a diaphanous blue brassiere and a pair of navy thong panties and began to dress. Carefully she wound the Ukmoh around her shapely hips and drew the top in the same fabric over her breasts and shoulders. It took several adjustments to get the scalloped hem even with her ankle bones as Mamma had taught her. Mamma helped coil the matching Ubaletu around her shining black plaits and fluffed it until it added four or five inches to her height. Amaka examined herself in the mirror approvingly while Mamma looked on with pride. The craft of five hundred generations of African women had perfected this look. She would be irresistible Mamma opened the door for James and ushered him to the living room to wait. Perhaps she was unaware of the psychology of making a man a little impatient before Amaka made a dramatic entrance. James was just slightly startled when Amaka greeted him from the doorway, "Good evening, darling." James was stunned. Amaka had been working for him over four years. He had been fucking her exactly as long, although they had been making love for a shorter period. He had seem her daily. He had seen her in cute mini skirts, in elegant tailored suits, in the sexy smocks she wore around the office, in hot pants and bikinis, and of course in nothing at all. Now as looked at her, it was if he had never seen her before, never. Could this be the woman he worked with every day? Standing before him was a princess or a queen. An empress or a goddess! James could not take his eyes off the vision that had addressed him. Speech was impossible. His eyes caressed her from head to foot. The garment she wore was a deep yet somehow brilliant blue, a blue of sky that can only be seen from high mountains at twilight. Unsurprisingly, in that crepuscular background, gold studs and inlays sparkled like the first stars in the firmament when the sum has not yet yielded his dominion to night. A headdress of the same resplendent cloth adorned her head. The light caught and thrown back by the inlays made it a diadem. James scarcely heard as Mamma told the elegant couple to have fun, that the children would be fine and ushered them out. As she closed the door, she said silent prayer to Ussa, et Fillis, and the Holy Spirit. Amaka took James's arm and allowed him to escort her to the car, open the door for her, and see that she was seated. Hardly daring to look at his beautiful companion, James was heading in the direction of the city before he remembered to ask where they were going. Amaka told him to drive to the river front. James was puzzled, knowing there were no restaurants in that area. Nevertheless, he let Amaka direct him to park and lead him to the wharf. A long ramp led to a brightly lighted deck of a dinner cruse ship. Amaka had timed their arrival well and only minutes later the vessel weighed anchor and eased into the deeper waters of mid river, quickly leaving behind the built-up parts of the city. Cocktails and canaps soon gave way to a full dinner with dozens of other couples. James and Amaka didn't talk much over dinner; James because he couldn't; Amaka because it wasn't necessary. As he gazed at her, not able to get his fill of looking, the words and images of the classic music video came back to him. Like Whitney Houston, Amaka could say, "I'm every woman; it's all in me." It was an epiphany; it was time to dance. The band struck up a Latin beat and James and Amaka took center stage on the floor. As the combo pumped out the Salsas and Meringues of Carlos Vives and Niche, James marveled at his partner. Of course her dancing was superb. But Amaka put a wiggle in her hips and a subtle contortion into the movements of her belly that reminded everyone of the Afro-Caribbean origins of this music. The panting couples were taking a break from hard driving techno-rock when the ship reached its southernmost point and swung round, allowing those on both sides to view the long incline up on the Virginia side towards Mt. Vernon, brilliantly illuminated for the benefit of the dinner dancers. On the way back, the orchestra wisely switched to ballads of the `60s and `70s that put everyone in a mellower mood. As the liner pulled to within sight of the Washington Monument, the music had drifted farther back to Hoagie Carmichael and Cole Porter. James was holding Amaka very close and they swayed, almost asleep in each other's arms, to the magical old lyrics. It was well past midnight when the last of the happy couples descended the gangplank, most looking more at each other than at where they were going. James thought Amaka had never felt softer, had never fit more perfectly into his arms, as if she had always been there. If, that is, the world had even *existed* before. Was this not the first night of a newly created Earth, a terrestrial paradise that might be lost, but never again equaled? James dreaded for this night to end. Reluctantly he pointed the car toward Amaka's house in upper Northeast. "Not that way, darling," she smiled. James looked at the lovely woman at his side, not knowing how to believe his good fortune. He started to ask her something, but Amaka stopped his lips with a kiss. "Home, James," she ordered. Amaka seemed to have no shyness, walking into the stately home James had shared with Janet. Without having to ask, she led James to the bedroom. She allowed him to watch as she removed the Ubaletu and shook her plaits free. He stared in fascination as she untied the Ukmoh and let it drop to the floor. He didn't have to wait long before she shed the bra and panties and began undressing him. They made love. James had believed he had made love to Amaka many times. He now realized that he was wrong. They had only had loving, tender sex. It had been wonderful sex, but nothing like this. "James, James, oh my love, Oh James, James" Amaka sobbed between orgasms. James could only repeat her name like a mantra, "Amaka, Amaka, Amaka, Amaka" his voice, too, broken with feeling as he thrust himself deep into the woman clinging to him. "One flesh" The old Biblical phrase flashed into James's mind. It had always struck him as material and crude. Now he knew it was but a literal description of what his and Amaka's bodies sought -- coupling, joining, fusion, a melting together, a perfect union. A terrible tenderness came over James as he felt Amaka drift off to sleep. She lay cradled in his arms, so perfectly trusting, snuggling closer as her breathing grew soft. Did any man deserve this trust; did he; could he earn it? He never wanted her to leave his side. As James drowsily held the now sleeping woman, he realized that not only had he and Amaka never made love before, they had never slept together. "Sleep together." It was much so much more than a euphemism for having sex. It was a totally different way of making love, one in which the elbows and the backs of the legs, the knees and the shoulder blades, could participate for hour after hour, long after the genitals no longer touched. The last thing James remembered before going to sleep was Amaka's hair tickling his nose. He could have flicked it aside, but decided he would rather just fold her into the crook of his body. The first thing he saw in the next morning was Amaka's smiling face. Compared to this moment, he had never been happy before. Tears filled his eyes. "I love you so much, Amaka." "And I love you," she replied. "You are a good man, James, worthy of a woman's love. You must believe that and not keep torturing yourself over Janet." "But I ..." Amaka stifled his protest with a kiss. "Whatever you did, Love, is done. Janet left you four children whom she loved above anything. The best thing you can do is give them their daddy back. Look," Amaka clapped her hands and two by two the children filed in. Amaka's children, being used to constant coming and goings since they were babies, were more outgoing than Janet's. Ifi led James Jr. by the hand even though he was several months her senior. Efe tugged at the shy Clive. Little Jerome and Sophia were already best friends and playmates and followed their brothers and sisters in without coaxing. Mamma entered last holding the babies, Leroy and Susana. As James looked from one to the other, he was consumed by love for them all. He knew that he had to remake a life for them as well as for the wonderful creature lying at his side. "They're all *here*" James stated, somewhat foolishly, but Amaka understood what he meant. "Of course, darling. Mamma brought them last night. This is their home. It's our home. They have a wonderful Mamma, but they need mother and father." It took a few days to work out the sleeping arrangements and a routine to get everyone bathed and fed in the mornings and still permit James and Amaka to get to the clinic by 10:00 AM or so. The nature of the practice changed. James and Amaka became even more equal partners. Now they never took a client just because his or her partner wanted a subservient sex maniac. They interviewed the couple carefully and made the adjustments necessary, usually to both. Amaka did not need to tell James what to do about the ex-clients. Over many weeks and months he made calls, tracking down people and getting them into the clinic for business, but within a year things were falling into place. ***** It had not been easy to locate Kathy Black. James was appalled at finding her in a housing project struggling to support six children by four different men. When they heard her story, however, Kate and Bill Jenkins of NAP (National Association of People) had no trouble deciding they wanted Kathy to head up their legal staff. Kathy was surprised how old Bill Atturbury had changed and after making him court her assiduously for several months agreed to marry him. Bill Atturbury could have been their grandfather, but Pauline, Carlitos, Chun and Chan , and Malcolm Jr. couldn't have been more delighted. He read them stories, and played horsy, and could make an elephant sound that never failed to set them giggling hilariously. This was so much more fun than running a conglomerate, Bill turned his remaining interests over to Trent. He took Pauline and Carlitos to pre-school and even found changing the diapers of Susana and Martin Luther hugely satisfying. As much as he adored these children, however, Bill begged Kathy to let him get her pregnant just one more time so they could have one baby of their own. Kathy told him he must be out of his mind. It could have been cause for a row, but they loved each other too much to argue over numbers. Eventually Kathy compromised on three. ***** When James called, Angelica supposed that he had decided it was time to give her another child. She was puzzled when, instead, he asked her to send Robert to the clinic for another visit. Wonderful "after sales service," she laughed to herself in the days and nights that followed . Angelica loved the improvements in Robert. He was as sweet as ever, but seemed somehow more imaginative in his lovemaking. He no longer just waited around to please his ever-horny wife, but took more initiative, fucking her at times and in places that Angelica wouldn't have thought of. Angelica would have to thank James personally when she saw him next. Another motive for seeing James intervened. "What's going on, James? I've missed my period." Angelica demanded, more than a little annoyed. "Do you need to ask what that means?" James replied, amused. "It's not funny, James" Angelica snapped. "Why treat me like that? I never deny you. I enjoy letting you get me pregnant. There was no reason to get me down to the clinic, impregnate me and then make me forget the whole thing!" "You haven't been to the clinic, Angelica and I didn't get you pregnant. "Then who did?" "How should I know?" James teased. "Have you been sleeping around?" "No, you bastard, only with ..." She stopped and rapidly counted the days. She had been ovulating soon after Robert's visit to James's clinic. A look of consternation spread over her face. "But that's impossible." "I reversed Robert's vasectomy, Angelica, and told him about our now defunct arrangement. I'm sure Robert will be very happy to find he's going to be a father for the first time." "My god! I'm as horny as ever. So from now on I'll have to take precautions?" "That's up to you, but don't expect too much help from Robert. Under the circumstances I can bet he will be wanting to make up for lost time." ***** Malcolm Foster was mad as hell. He had been waiting in this damned doctor's office for forty five minutes. He could be out on the street dealing. This delay was costing him money over $1500, but it couldn't be helped. He wasn't here of his own free will. Everything had started going wrong for Malcolm several months ago when his favorite woman, that horny white bitch named Kathy had been snatched out of his life. He had had made with her. She craved sex and by giving or withholding his woman pleaser, he had made her a virtual sex slave. The oversexed slut had learned to cook for him better than any of his black girlfriends and she had let him make her pregnant twice. Malcolm had been thinking it was time she started working on another little bastard when everything changed. He didn't underhand how she suddenly was able to laugh off his bullying and then get some rich white man screwing her. Even before the old bastard married her, he installed Kathy in a fancy apartment with security that didn't let Malcolm in. Malcolm though his luck had turned when Horse Jones and the other four Wizards starters showed up at his house one day. He quickly learned his mistake. It was funny, they seemed to know all about him. "Kathy tells me you like white girls," Horse said a little menacingly. "Sure, Bro'," Malcolm replied nervously. "Them white bitches really likes a nice big piece of black meat." "And I believe you've said that you like to `get a horny a white woman so addicted to my cock she'll let me make her pregnant,' or word to that effect?" asked "Jumper" Bradford "Uh ... sure," Malcolm answered truthfully, but growing apprehensive about this line of questioning. "Well, that real convenient," remarked Rufus Prescott "Because we've got just the girl for you." continued "Apple" Appleby "Drop those pants, my friend. Let's see if you've got what it takes to keep a hungry woman satisfied," Jumper ordered. Malcolm was a big man, but no more than any one of these five LARGE black men. He decided to comply. The team made a quick assessment of Malcolm's crotch assets and went into a huddle. "It's worth asking her, I guess," said Rufus. "Come in here, Ethel, baby," Apple called. "What do you think?" A thin redhead in hot pants appeared in the door. Ethel Patterson appraised Malcolm carefully, paying especially close attention to the zone between his legs, then grinned. "I'll take him." "Looks like you've got yourself a new girlfriend," smiled Horse. "What are you talking about, man?" Malcolm objected, looking over the woman who was looking him over. "That ain't no woman. that's a scarecrow! Look at her! Hell, I've seen bigger tits on a gnat. And her rear end! There ain't enough meat on her scrawny ass for a man to sink his teeth into." Malcolm protested. "Sorry you feel that way," Rufus frowned. "We were hoping to find someone to take a very enthusiastic lady off our hands. Coach says she's wearing us out." The others nodded in agreement. "What's going on?" Ethel objected. "You told me you knew someone who could keep me happy." "He will, baby. He will," Apple reassured her. "Just be patient. "You obviously don't know a good thing when it looks you in the eye, my friend," Horse lectured with the full support of his team mates. "I guess you'd better go talk to a friend or ours. Here's the telephone number. Ask for an appointment with Dr. Bock and tell them Horse sent you." Malcolm had understood that he was not free to ignore the suggestion. That's why he was sitting here, in this funny looking room, waiting to see some dumb *women's* doctor. "You can come in now, Mr. Foster." said a tall beautiful back woman. Malcolm again thought his luck was about to change. This time, he was right. Several weeks later Malcolm was lying somewhat dazed and exhausted, looking up into the shining eyes of the lithe redhead who straddled him. It always amazed him that a woman who weighed no more than Ethel could *drain* him the way she did. No matter how many times he made her cum, she kept demanding more and more until he was a noodle. "Oh, is that all?" Ethel asked, never able to hide completely her disappointment when Malcolm petered out. "Is my `tweet chocolate popcicle all tired-y poo?" she continued, slipping into baby talk. Malcolm was drifting off. "Tweetie," she asked pensively. "How would `ou wike doing me doggie?" It was like mentioning food to someone after a big meal. Malcolm groaned. The woman was insatiable! "Oh, baby, I'd love to, but not right *now*." "Oh, I know `at. Wight now my widdle boy is going to take a wong nappy so tomowow he will be big and twong again," Ethel reassured, obviously referring more to Malcolm's limp cock than to him. "Mamma Ethel means would `ou wike to do her the doggie way all the time for the last month or two?" Malcolm had been having trouble paying attention. Even when she didn't have him fucked him out, Ethel's baby talk made him sleepy, but the implication of her question suddenly brought him fully awake. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. If she weren't a proper wife and mother, the expression on Mrs. Ethel Foster's face would have to be called a shit eating grin. "`At's wight, `ou naughty boy. `Ou put that bid old bwack baby-maker in a bewey of `ou's bwand new widdle white bwide once too often duwing our honeymoon. Now `ou'll just have to suffer the consequences!" she teased. Malcolm was too happy to say anything as Ethel looked down at him, as if awaiting his reply. "Ouuuh!" she brightened. "I'll take that as `yes,'" she said and began to hump up and down again on Malcolm's reviving cock. ***** "Hell, no I'm not paying more than 6 cents a MCF for Bangladeshi gas. If they don't want to sell at that price, tell them *they* can build the damned pipeline!" Trent Atturbury snapped, punching off his cellular so hard it might be damaged. Life was funny , he thought. The last thing he ever expected in life was being saddled with his father's business. Unless it was enjoying the hell out of it! Trent had wanted to be a writer, moving words around on paper. Moving men and money around the world turned out to be much more fun! The turn of events in Trent's life was almost unbelievable. First his father had gone off the deep end over Kathy, an old girlfriend of his, a welfare mother with a houseful of children. Then Daddy decided to chuck the business and turn everything over to him so he could play daddy to Kathy's kids and a growing number of his own rug rats. The horny old goat had just gotten Kathy pregnant again. As a condition of giving Trent control of a multi-billion dollar empire, however, Daddy had insisted Trent see some kind of psychologist, a Ms. Amaka Ebe, to "put some spine" in his formerly wishy-washy personality. Well, wishy-washy he was no longer, at least not in the office. Better still, however, through Amaka, Trent had met an incredible woman! Ayo was a member of Amaka's family. Trent didn't understand exactly what the relationship was. Months ago he had accepted Ayo's advice that their liaison remain a secret among his business colleagues. "I'm not a woman you take out," she had told him with a grin. "I'm a woman to come home to." He knew what she meant. Not that she was black and he was white; he would have killed anyone who made *that* an issue, but the difference in their ages and her girth would have raised some eyebrows. Ayo had the body of a woman who had lived and loved quite a few years longer than Trent. She was built on the "Aunt Jemima" model -- the original, not the Naomi Campbell look-alike. No one knew it, but Ayo was his other half. Outgoing where Trent was withdrawn, passionate when he was too analytic, patient when he would jump to conclusions, keeping in mind the big picture where he could be lost in detail. Ayo knew nothing about the oil and gas business, but she had saved his company from several big mistakes with her insights. Most important, Ayo loved Trent. She loved him enough to make him tell her everything. When she asked, "How was work?" she expected, and got, a full, blow by blow recounting. She beamed with pride at Trent's triumphs, grew angry or dismissive of his conflicts, comforted him in occasional failures. Whatever happened, she was on his side, encouraging him, having more faith in him than he sometimes had in himself. Whether in happiness or despair, Ayo always told him he was wonderful and made him believe it by making love to him. hot, heavy, passionate love. Nothing ever seemed to dampen Ayo's spirits, so when Trent found her crying one evening, he was more than surprised, he was alarmed. He had never needed to comfort her before. It was not easy to take the large woman into his arms, but her consternation made her slip into his embrace. She lay her head on his chest and sobbed. "Oh, Trent, darling, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't intend for it to happen; you've got to believe me. I'm afraid of what you'll say and I'll do it if you tell me to, but it's wrong and I don't want to." "Ayo, Ayo. What's wrong? What could you possible have done to need my forgiveness? Did you damage something? That Bukara in the living room? Don't be silly. This is now your house as much as mine." "No Trent, it's not the carpet; it's ... it's everything. I've messed up. I just didn't think it could still happen; I thought I was too old." "Ayo, honey, you're not making sense. What do you mean you thought you were too old, that you've messed up everything?" "Our life, Trent. I messed it up by getting pregnant and its yours and I don't want to get an abortion. Please let me keep it. I'll move out and never bother you about it, but please let me keep your baby." Her words poured out in a single breath. "Oh, Ayo, honey! Trent almost shouted. "This is the most wonderful news you could have given me. I was worried something was wrong with me. You don't know how jealous I've been of James and your niece or whatever she is. They've got four already and she expecting again. Now we are going to have a baby, too." Ayo looked up at Trent, relief and adoration in her still tear-filled eyes. "You mean it? You want to have a baby? With a big old woman like me? You want to make me fatter? "You are not `fat,' Ayo. You're round, and every pound you've put on since you were Amaka's age had gone to places men like to see them. If the baby takes after you, we're going to have the handsomest boy or the most gorgeous little girl imaginable. Who have you told?" "Nobody, I was afraid you'd make me ..." "You don't know me as well as you think, if you believed I would let you, much less make you abort a baby, even if the baby were not mine. Case closed. Get up and call Amaka to tell her she's going to have a new little cousin." "What do you mean, `cousin?'" Don't you know, Trent? Amaka's not my niece, she's my daughter. She's going to have a new little brother or sister." "Ayo, this is so wonderful! Yesterday I was an unattached though spoken for male; now I'm going to be a father. And I guess I'm Amaka's father in law and I've got grandchildren! There's just one more thing I need." "What are you talking about?" Ayo asked, amused by Trent's strange, expansive ideas of family. "I need a wife." ***** Bloody inconvenient, Col. Steve Trevor thought. Not that he was unhappy that his wife had let him make her pregnant again. He loved seeing Diana, who was so active and trim, gradually slow down and plump up when she was having a baby. He even loved making love to her when she was pregnant, at least he supposed he did. All he could actually remember from their nights together was lying at her side, stroking her swollen belly, gently sucking and kissing her laden tits and sometimes tonguing her to one orgasm after another. But they must make love. Steve Jr., two, Drucilla, one, and Diana's expanding belly was proof of that. Still it was bloody inconvenient. Why did it have to happen that every time he got Wonder Woman pregnant, Diana turned up pregnant, too? ***** Paul Graves was surprised to get a call from a Dr. James Bock. It took him a minute to recall the strange doctor who a few years ago had fixed that junior partner in his firm so she would fuck him. Kathy, he seemed to remember her name. She had really been hot, couldn't get enough of him. He had enjoyed her until he got her pregnant and he had moved on. That was about the time that Betty had found out about his affairs. She had walked into Paul's office one afternoon to find his secretary carefully positioned over an arm chair with Paul fucking her like blazes. Funny, after Betty had divorced him and he was free to screw any woman he wanted to, it turned into a bore. Finding them, telling them the same damned funny stories, taking them to the same restaurants and back to his apartment, fucking them for a few weeks and then getting rid of them -- always the most difficult part. Where was the fun in that?. Sometime he even missed Betty. She was certainly a lot more interesting to talk to that the bimbos he picked up. This was pretty strange. The doctor suggested they meet at a downtown club. Paul was inclined to say no, but James suggested he had a new woman he wanted to introduce to Paul. What the hell? Paul agreed. He had never been very good at guy-to-guy talk, but he found that after a few beers, it was really easy to open up to Dr. Bock. Paul was telling the doctor things he never had really thought of before -- how tired he was of the meaningless conquests of airheads, how he missed his children, how he even missed having a woman who was his equal, who looked out for his interests, who would tell him he was full of shit when he was, who didn't think his beer belly "was cute." "I've got just the woman for you" James said. Perhaps there was some surreptitious signal or perhaps it was Kismet. Just them Paul Graves glanced over towards the entrance of the club and saw her standing there. At first he didn't recognize her. His eyes met hers and his mouth dropped. Slowly she walked toward him. It was Betty, but ... but .... Paul had never seen her like this, at least not for years. She had on a tight-fitting off-white dress cut five or six inches above her knee. The matching heels gave a roll to her hips that drove him crazy. As she drew closer he noticed the kind of large, flashy earrings he had wanted her to wear for years. Since the last time he had seen her, she had lost inches around the waist without reducing her ample hips and eye-popping boobs. If "babe" could be applied to a woman almost fifty, Betty was a babe. Paul was so struck by seeing Betty again he hadn't noticed she wasn't alone. "Good evening, Paul, James. May I introduce my friend, Arnold." A tall muscular blonde stuck out his had to shake. "Hi." he smiled. Paul was struck silent again. As he shook hands with the young man he tried to place the face. He had seen it before. My god! This was the himbo that had appeared on TV with Sen. Finger. Instantly everything was clear. Betty had gotten herself sexy as hell again and now had this hunk fucking her lights out. "Hello, Arnold. What is your line of endeavor?" Paul said, trying to be civil. The smile faded from the young man's face and he looked at Betty for help. "Arnold is a handy man," Betty explained. "At least *I* find him very handy. Hope you're keeping well, Paul. Now if you'll excuse us ...." Betty took Arnold's hand and led him away to a corner booth. "Amaka is bringing your date. I can't imagine what is keeping them," James remarked. Paul wasn't listening. He was staring through the dim light to see what his wife, well, his ex-wife was doing with the young man. They had been kissing for about two minutes non stop and Betty was starting to squirm. Paul thought he could see Betty's short skirt rucked up closer to her crotch as she spread her legs. From her movements it was pretty evident where Arnold's hand had gone and what *it's* line of endeavor was. Presently, several other patrons glanced over at the moans and grunts coming from the couple in the corner booth where a woman in a short white dress appeared to be having an orgasm. "Ah, here they are," James boomed, not seeming to pay attention to the spectacle over in the corner. Reluctantly Paul turned his attention to James and the two women who had just walked in. One was tall, black, and .very beautiful. The other was a shorter cute blonde about 25. "Sorry we're late, darling," said the taller woman as she kissed James. "Paul, this is my wife, Amaka and Megan. Megan works in our office. "I answer the `phones for Dr. Bock." Megan put in. Drinks arrived and James inched close to Amaka. The lovers began whispering softly to each other. Paul was left to pretend to listen to Megan's chatter as he tried to see the action in the corner booth. James, Amaka, and Megan were the only people in the club who seemed oblivious to what was going on. Betty had thrown her head back on the seat. Her eyes were closed and sheer ecstasy rippled across her face. Her blouse was open and Arnold's face was buried in her well endowed bosom. If Betty had come with a bra, it was no longer extant. From the way her tits had jiggled as she walked in, Paul was convinced she hadn't worn one. Arnold appeared to be sucking one tit and them the other without removing his hand from between Betty's legs. She was whinnying in rut. "You wanna dance?" Megan asked her distracted partner. He didn't, of course, but anything was better than the torture of watching his wife, well, his ex wife, getting fondled and finger fucked. The music was some strange mixture of keyboard with lots of electronic rhythm, far too fast. Paul didn't really know what to do out on the floor. The other dancers were just gyrating. Paul tried to gyrate, too, but didn't do it as well as Megan. Objectively speaking, Megan was a sexy little thing. She had big boobs that bounced in syncopation to the music. Paul didn't understand how she could dance like that in what must have been five inch heels, but supposed she had had lots of practice. The provocative way her hips wiggled ought to have had him plotting how to get her out of that red miniskirt and his prick into her no doubt juicy little cunt. She was pretty, sexy, and not too bright -- just his type. But for some reason Paul felt no attraction to her at all. He would have been worried about his age and hormone levels had he not realized he still had an erection from watching Arnold orgasm his wife, well, his ex-wife. Because he wasn't good at this ridiculous excuse for dancing, Paul was tiring rapidly just as Megan seemed to be getting warmed up. She was flinging one arm and then the other into the air and letting out intermittent jungle-like cries. Soon every man in the club except James was staring. Even Arnold took a break from working on Betty's twat to look. Betty, too, sat up to see what had caused the interruption in Arnold's wonderful service and grinned at the sight. Recovering rapidly from twenty or more minutes of uninterrupted foreplay, Betty nudged Arnold to lead her to the floor. Arnold was happy to comply as this brought him closer to the wild little blonde. If having trouble keeping up with the contortions of his partner was humbling for Paul, seeing his wife, well, his ex-wife, start performing an only slightly less frenetic version of whatever Megan was doing, was acutely embarrassing. Where the hell had the woman learned to dance like that? When Betty ground her hips and jiggled her tits, she had a lot more to grind and jiggle than the girl. Perhaps sensing that a riot might break out if the hot little blonde's and her older companion's display of blatant sexuality wasn't curbed, the band switched to a `70s ballad. Megan deflated like an untied balloon, disoriented by the slower 4/6 beat. Paul tried to lead, but Megan was hopeless. Glancing over, Paul saw that Betty was in the same predicament. "Do you mind?" Paul asked smoothly, dropping Megan's hand and tapping the young man on the shoulder. Neither Arnold or Megan had ever heard of "cutting in" but the maneuver went off without a hitch. Arnold and Megan were left staring at each other, not knowing what to do, as Paul swept off with his wife, well, his ex-wife. "My god what a spectacle you were making of yourself!" Paul whispered between clenched teeth, hiding his ire from the other dancers behind a broad smile. "What about yourself, *darling*?" Betty hissed. "You were perfectly ridiculous clomping around to a techno-beat." "I mean over at the booth! At least she wasn't giving me a blow job in public." "Don't complain to me. *You* were the one who had the way with the ladies all these years." "If you'd dressed and looked as hot as you do tonight, I wouldn't have been chasing skirts." "When did you ever invite me to a place like this, where a woman who looks like a woman is appreciated? The only place you ever took me was to those damned cocktail parties with your corporate clients," Betty shot back. "Well, looks like you have a woman with the proportions you like." "What do you mean? You've got the proportions I like, babe." "I mean the little blonde. Looks like her bust size exceeds her age which exceeds her IQ." The other dancers marveled as the suave gentleman and his elegantly sexy dance partner glided around the floor, unaware of the exchange of vituperation passing between the smiling couple. "But I'll take that as a compliment, anyway. Thank you." Betty continued, slightly mollified. "I mean it, babe. I've never seen you looking so good." "Not having to put up with *you* had given me more time to spend on myself," Betty explained, icily. "Well, what can I say? Did you had to leave me to become the woman I've always wanted?" "Why didn't you tell me what you wanted? "Well, I did, didn't I? I'm sure I told you I liked a woman in heels and earrings and you don't need to be told men like to see a woman's legs." "You told me how you liked `a woman' to dress. You never told me that you'd love to see `me' dressed that way. I wanted to be your wife, Paul, not your whore. Why didn't you ever send me any of those flowers I kept finding receipts for?" Betty was sobbing softly now and had snuggled into Paul's arms. "Oh baby! I was so stupid running after sex from all those chicks, but I never loved anyone but you." "Paul, darling, I want to believe that so much." "Elizabeth, my love. Please come back to me. Give me a change to prove I love you every day for the rest of my life." James and Amaka like everyone else in the club were riveted on the couple standing in the middle of the dance floor, no longer moving, crying into each other's arms. Amaka leaned over and kissed James approvingly. Then she noticed Arnold and Megan over in the corner booth. Arnold appeared to be sucking one tit and them the other without removing his hand from between Megan's legs. She was whinnying in rut. Amaka leaned over and kissed James again. The End Comments, please, to: Homer Vargas [email protected] I wish to acknowledge inspiration from "Downing Street" and someone else who does not wish to be acknowledged without blaming them for the execution. _________________________________________________ It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.

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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ No Deposit, Return (M/F, cuck, preg, parody/humor) by Homer Vargas ([email protected]) ** "A year has pased since the wedding and Cynthia is STILL not pregnant. The grandmothers take action." I wish to acknowledge use of an altered scene from the hot story, "Ebony and Ivory Acres" by Stormbringer. The spirit of the story, however is much closer to the stories of CDE. Arthur sat at Cynthia's side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Cynthia's mother, Mable, and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. "I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don't you?" "Because it's our anniversary?" Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife. "Well, yes, that is the occasion, darling, but not the real reason," Ruth smiled encouragingly. "We thought by now you two might have something you wanted to ... tell us." Both women leaned forward slightly. Mable was not smiling. "Er, 'tell you,' mother?" Arthur asked. "Of course, dear," she replied kindly. "You don't have to be shy with us. It's very normal for a young couple, especially this long after the honeymoon. We wanted to be the first to know." "Know, uh ... what?" Arthur asked, glancing over at Cynthia who was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands. "She means have you knocked up my daughter yet, twerp!" Mable burst out in exasperation. "It was bad enough that she didn't have a nice bulging tummy for the wedding ceremony, though that was partly her fault," the scowling woman admitted. "But now twelve MONTHS have gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had her nursing one baby and be working in a second one for us by now!" "Mother, please!" Cynthia interjected in defense of her cringing husband. "This is a very private matter between the two of us." "Of course getting a baby fucked into you is private! I didn't ask to WATCH him putting the first bun put in that cute little belly of yours, Cynthia, although that would be sexy," her mother leered. "I'm just interested in results. You're almost eighteen, young lady. This is your most fertile time of life. You could be popping out grandchildren for me once a year. Remember what happened to your older sister. She didn't start until she was almost twenty and now and is going almost two or more years between babies. At this rate, she'll barely reach a dozen and SHE has both her husband's brothers helping her. "Excuse me, mother Dunn, but Cynthia is right. When and how many children we have is none of your business." "Now Arthur, you can't really mean that. I'm just as eager to see lots of grandchildren as Mable," Ruth interjected, "Although I might have expressed it a little differently," she said, looking over at Mable. "I naturally want you to keep Cynthia constantly pregnant for the next twenty years of so as much as Mable does." "Yeah, what's wrong with you, anyway, shrimp? Are you shooting blanks?" Mable demanded. "I know she had the absurd idea of not having sex before the marriage, but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that shit? If all else failed, you should have gotten the silly filly drunk one night and slipped a baby in her. I swear, I can't figure out youngsters nowadays!" "Arthur! Is that true?" Ruth asked. "You asked a girl to marry you without at least fucking her stupid for a few months? Suppose you are inadequate? I made that mistake with your father. I'd certainly hate to think that my son could do that to another woman!" Arthur was stunned to see his soft-spoken mother so animated. Mable continued. "Well, that's water over the dam, but what about now?" Mable demanded. "You've been fucking my daughter for a year. A little minx like her, I guess she wants it, what, three times a day, more on weekend, I guess? You fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each session..." Mable was lost in her mental calculation. "Load for an average man is three ounces." She cast a disparaging glance at her son-in-law. "Say, one-half ounce for YOU ... makes ...<mumble mumble> ... over eight gallons of spunk you've pumped into my little girl! That's enough to give her a swollen belly right there." "Mother," Cynthia exclaimed. "You've got it all wrong. We don't do it quite that often." "What? The bastard fucks you fewer than three times a day? What kind of undersexed wimp did you marry, anyway, honey?" "Well, it's not all Arthur's fault. I don't think it is proper to, you know, just RUT it all the time like animals." "Shit, girl. I knew I should never have let you hang out with that crazy church crowd. And you?" Mable turned on Arthur with fire in her eyes "You put up with that kind of frigidity? What kind of man doesn't fuck a wife just because she says she doesn't want to? A real man would take her and paw her until the little bitch was crying for it. You ought to be fucking the shit out of my girl several times a day. After a few times, she'd have begged you for it. That's what Leroy did to me." "Don't feel bad, Cynthia, dear," Ruth interjected, trying to be sympathetic to the distraught young woman. "I felt the same way before I met Jethro. But once you get a taste of hard nasty sex, you just can't get enough. "Jethro?" Arthur asked. Ruth looked a little pained. "He's the little brother of Mable's friend, Leroy." "Leroy?" Cynthia asked. "Don't play games, Cynthia! You know I've had a big black stud screwing my brains out every night since your father passed on." "Since before you FUCKED him to death, you mean," the daughter replied bitterly. "You should have known not to make daddy have sex with you as soon as he got home from a triple bypass, especially that half-hour doggie fuck!" "He died a happy man, Cynthia. The undertaker couldn't get the grin off his face. And you've never complained about the millions in insurance money he left us. Besides, I was only doing what I had to do. Lord, girl, your father had been in and out of the hospital for weeks! If Leroy hadn't been working as an orderly in the intensive care unit, I don't know what I'd have done. Leroy," Mable sighed and smiled for the first time. "Now there's a man! I'll guarantee you, Leroy would have you knocked up higher than a kite by now." "I'm not a shameless hussy like you, Mother, bearing a little black 'posthumous' child eight moths after Daddy died! How can you even think about me being unfaithful to my darling Arthur." "Don't tell me YOU don't!" "Of course I don't!" Cynthia protested. "Then what ARE you thinking about when you have this buried in your twat, you horny little bitch?" her mother asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black dildo. "Where did you find ... er, what do you mean, Mother?" "I took it from the second drawer of your night stand, the same drawer you've kept it since you were 13, Cynthia. That was the reason I was never too worried about you running around with those religious nuts, promising to remain a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every night you were sneaking back into your room fucking yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you writhing in ecstasy and moaning 'Fuck me, you big black bastard, fuck me pregnant.'" "Cynthia!" Albert exclaimed in shock. "You were ... touching yourself, even when we were dating?" "Of course she was, dear," Ruth put in. "All women have to masturbate. Don't think badly of her, or of yourself. Very few men can give women all the hard-pounding sex we require. Even if you did her several times a day, a healthy young woman like Cynthia would still need lots of sex toys to keep her mental equilibrium. Without six or seven good gut-wrenching orgasms a day, we girls become bitchy and hysterical. I certainly was, even though I was spending several hours a day coming with my vibrator. I was nearly a wreck, until Mable introduced me to Jethro, that is." Ruth smiled gratefully at her friend. "Hell, no, I don't blame her," Mable added. "Especially since this wimp isn't exercising his marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in that belly than her useless husband. Lemme see your equipment, boy!" "What are you talking about, Mother Dunn" "Your baby-making tool, dammit! Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson, you twerp!" "She means we want to see your penis, darling," Ruth tried to explain. "Mother! You expect me to expose my private parts in front of all three of you? Why I insist on lights out to spare even Cynthia the trauma of having to look at a man's ... you know. "What crap!" Mable exploded. "A real man shows off is dong every time he gets a chance, 'cause he knows seeing it turns a woman into a mush of rutting woman flesh. So, fish it out and lets see it, buster," "Do as she says, dear," Ruth said, reaching over to unbutton Arthur's pants. "My god! Jockey shorts and I don't see no bulge," Mable exclaimed as Arthur's pants dropped around his ankles. "Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey" Ruth said. Mortified, Arthur complied. Mable gasped. "I don't believe it! It's even smaller than my late husband's. How do you expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Why that's not a cock, it's a weenie! Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to answer. Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. She regarded Ruth with more affection. "Don't mean no harm, Ruth, Honey, but you've got to admit, we've given him a fair chance. I think it's time we follow through on what we agreed with Cynthia before the wedding." "Cynthia? Mother Dunn? What are you talking about?" Arthur asked nervously pulling his pants back on. "Do you want to tell him, Cynthia, or do you want me to?" Mable asked. The young woman just hung her head, so her mother barreled ahead. "It's this way, buster. I told Ruth when you asked my Cynthia to marry you, I didn't think it would work out. Even before seeing that sorry excuse for a dick, I could tell you take after your daddy too much. Why look at your mother; she's got the hips and the tits to pop babies out every year. And how many did her dippy husband give her? One! And a sorry one at that, if I do say so!" Mable glared at her son-in-law. "Mother Dunn! Besides being a vulgar butinsky, you are totally wrong to impugn my father's virility. Perhaps you don't know, but I have EIGHT little brothers and sisters!" Arthur shot back, looking proudly at his mother, glad at last to have a comeback to his intrusive mother-in-law. "Now, Arthur, darling, don't be hasty," Ruth said. "It's more complicated. After I saw it had taken your father almost three months to get me pregnant with you, I was pretty desperate. I had to make up for lost time because I wanted babies, lots more babies. Unfortunately, I found your father really wasn't up to it, so I naturally turned to his boss and friends and several men I picked up in night clubs for help." "Haven't you ever noticed that the younger ones don't look nothin' like your pappy?" Mable sniffed. "One is obviously a Spick and if your little sister got those slant eyes from your daddy, I'm a monkey's uncle. And looks like you are worse than he was. A whole year and not able to make even one baby!" Mable growled. "There's nothing else to do; I'm taking her back, Ruth, just like I said." "I don't care what you two agreed. You can't 'take me back,'" Cynthia protested. "I'm staying with my Arthur." "And let me turn forty-five without seeing a clutch of grandchildren from my youngest daughter? No way! The little wimp had his chance. You can stay married to him if you want to, but I'm turning your breeding over to a real man." "What is all this about, Mother?" Arthur demanded. "I'm afraid it's true, darling. What she demanded seemed only fair. I had to admit that I shared some of Mable's, er, concerns about you. I remembered when you were a teenager and I walked into your room unannounced, I never caught you masturbating." "But said it would make me go blind!" Arthur protested. "Holy Toledo!" Mable shrieked. "The only teenage boy in the world actually to believe that shit, and MY daughter has to marry him!" "Arthur, I told you that so you would feel guilty and think sex was sinful and dangerous. That way you could enjoy it more when you rebelled, don't you see? Oh, I should have know something was wrong," Ruth sighed. "When I paraded around in the house showing off for you half naked, all you did was look away. Even when I started coming into your room to give you a good-night kiss with my boobs hanging out, you never pulled me into bed with you and played with my pussy until I was crazy and fucked the shit out of me. Your erections were so puny when I shot you beavers of my shaved pussy, I was sick with worry. Eventually I realized you were never going to come into my room at night when you though I was asleep and fuck me and make me pregnant like a normal teen-age boy. But you were mixed up with that church crowd at the time. I tried to convince myself it was all those crazy notions about incest being a sin." "But ... but it IS a sin" Arthur sputtered. "Of course it's a sin to fuck your mamma and come buckets in her and knock her up with your own little brother or sister," Mable exploded. "But to any NORMAL boy, that's half the fun, sliding your prick inside her loose, hairy cunt and unloading a charge of jism that will put another baby in her for your father to raise. When Ruth admitted she had never been able to seduce you, my worst fears were confirmed. I knew you just didn't have the powerful wild urges to fuck that any healthy woman, especially a potential little baby-factory like my Cynthia, is entitled to. Your mother had to agree." "Agree to what, Mother?" Arthur asked fearfully. "Agree to take you back if you didn't succeed in making Cynthia pregnant within a year of the wedding, dear," Ruth answered. "And I get Cynthia back to let a real man take over the job of putting babies in her tight little belly," Mable continued triumphantly. "Didn't you hear me, mother. I absolutely refuse to let any man except Arthur to make love to me," her daughter exclaimed. "Who said anything about having anyone make love, you silly bitch? Luv! Schmuv! What you need is a man's big cock deep in your pussy fucking you out of your mind and pumping you full his baby-making seed. Once you've got a baby growing in you making your tummy so big and round that all you want to do is sleep and play with yourself and get laid, then you can be in love with the man that got you that way." "You heard her, Mother Dunn!" Arthur said with relief. "Your disgusting 'agreement' won't work. My Cynthia is totally faithful to me." "Oh yeah? We'll see how faithful she is once she meets the prong this was modeled after!" Mable replied brandishing the dildo with a smirk. "Leroy!" the older woman shouted. "Come her, baby." A huge black man clad only in athletic shoes and shorts walked in and stood by Mable. He was still panting slightly from working out and a sheen of perspiration glinted from the hardest set of abs, delts, and pects that Arthur had ever seen. Not to mention what appeared to be a water pipe barely concealed by his shorts. Cynthia's mouth dropped open. "How's you be, Miz Mable?" he asked, leaning down to let the older woman plant a wet, sizzling kiss on his dark thick lips. "Horny as a skunk, you no account bastard. What do you mean leaving me hanging like you did this morning, Leroy. I was just getting warmed up when you played out on me," she replied accusingly. "I's sorry, Miz Mable, but we's a been a fuckin' for almost two hours and I done cum in you three times. I jes couldn't get it up no mo' right then." "Not good enough, Leroy! I'm going to supervise your taking the steroids myself. And you'll have you spend more time in the gym to improve your stamina." "I's sorry, I does sometimes fergets to take all those pills you gives me, but I's already workin' out six hours a day." "You'll have to do better, but meanwhile I think you'll be OK for the little chore I have for you." Mable slipped her hand inside Leroy's shorts. "Oh, yeah! You'll do very well." "What's I got to do Miz Mable?" the black man asked with concern. "I's still a little tuckered from dis mornin'." "It's easy, Leroy. You don't have to fuck me yet. I just want you to impregnate my daughter," she said pointing. "M-preg-Nate?" the big man looked at Mable uncertainly. "Oh, yo' means to fuck her and give her a big belly," he brightened up. Then he looked over at Cynthia and his face fell again. "That little girl?" Leroy sneered. "Why she ain't hardly got no meat on those bones. Purdy good tits, though," he admitted, taking a closer look. "She'll start looking like a woman once you've put a few babies in her, Leroy. How soon do you think you can get her knocked up for me?" Leroy walked over to Cynthia who was looking up at the bulge in his pants. "Depends. You ain't been taking no birthin' control pill, has you?" he demanded of the cowering girl? Cynthia shook her head. "No, Arthur and I ..." "Whenja have your last period?" Leroy asked, cutting her off. "Uh, ... about two weeks ago," she whispered. "Dat's good. Prob'ly do it today. Lemme check yo' to be sure. Spread yo' legs, girl!" Arthur jumped to his feet. "Now see here, Mr. Leroy, I will not have you ... <thwack> The back of Leroy's hand sent the young husband reeling back where he collapsed at his mother's feet. "Shuddup, whiteboy! You don't know nuthin' 'bout breedin' no woman. I's gotta find out if she's ready to make me a baby." He turned his attention back to Cynthia who had dutifully hiked her skirt and opened her legs slightly. "What the hell is this?" Leroy demanded, looking over at Arthur again with disdain. "You let your wife wear pantyhose? How you expect to expect to fuck a woman any time you feel like it, if she's got somethin' on her pussy getting' in the way of your cock? I don't even let my women panties, 'cept the ones with a hole." Mable smiled and nodded in confirmation. Arthur, his mother tenderly stroking his battered face, said nothing. Cynthia tore her eyes momentarily from the big man's crotch and looked up to her mother for support. She received none. "Cynthia! You make me ashamed: a daughter of mine hiding the pussy I gave you under layers of spandex! Dammit, girl, you can't even get yourself off with a nice long finger-fuck when you need one, much less have the wimp eat your horny little twat every time you get the chance, if you keep your cunt covered up!" "Mother Dunn," Arthur interjected, his head clearing from Leroy's vicious blow, "Cynthia would surely would never commit such a degrading act as allow man to place his MOUTH on ..." Arthur's affirmation was interrupted by a low moan coming from his wife. For Leroy, paying no mind to the intra-family dialog, had peeled off Cynthia's pantyhose AND panties, and was now beginning to lick the young woman's gushing slit methodically. Cynthia had fallen back on the couch in the space Arthur had vacated, her legs splayed, starting to twitch. Momentarily replacing his mouth with his fingers, Leroy grinned up at the dazed young woman. "Yo' sho' do likes getting' yo' pussy eat, doncha, Miz Cynthia? Yo' so wet, I's 'fraid I's gonna drowned in there." "That's the way, Leroy, baby! Sex the little minx up 'till she's crazy for a breeding," Mable exclaimed excitedly and she reached over and opened her daughter's blouse, quickly freeing the girl's still modest breasts from the bra. Leroy grinned his thanks at Mable and fell back to work, his large black hand squeezing one breast, its fingers twirling her long nipple, while he took her other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. Cynthia moaned again as her neglected body quickly began to respond to his touch. Just when her nipples turned so sensitive, she couldn't take anymore, Leroy began kissing back down her belly. Cynthia's commitment to and even the memory of her marriage were rapidly melting in the heat of lust. Leroy's tongue slipped out and licked down into her pubic hair traveling towards the tip of her crotch. It slipped down the inside crease of her leg and the young wife found herself spreading her legs wider in anticipation. As he reached her thigh, Leroy ran his tongue over to her pussy and licked up her labia. Cynthia's eyes opened wide and her pussy spasmed. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. Leroy wiggled his long, hard tongue in and out of the folds of her pussy lips causing her to shake with pleasure. His skillful tongue was igniting a sexual fire Cynthia had never felt before. Something intense was building deep in her body. Leroy lapped her slit several times and then worked a beefy finger into her that felt as big as her husband's penis. Unlike Arthur's penis, however, Leroy's finger knew what it was doing. He worked it deep inside the aroused young woman and began rubbing the tip around a spot deep in her pussy. Mindlessly, Cynthia began humping his finger as the fire within her grew until she thought she would die from pleasure. Just when she knew she couldn't take any more, Leroy administered the coup d'grace. He ran his tongue over his finger and up her pussy. With one quick lick, his tongue twirled around her clit. The second Leroy's tongue touched the young wife's love bud, her pussy clamped down around his finger and then ballooned up as she came. It felt like a series of bombs going off inside her and Cynthia screamed out her pleasure. This was the first time a man had ever made her come and Leroy was just getting started. He continued fingering her and licking around her clit until it hardened like a miniature penis. She had several smaller orgasms before the pressure built again and an even bigger climax overwhelmed her when he sucked her clit in his mouth. The last thing Cynthia remembered before passing out was Leroy's soaked face grinning up at her. Arthur tried to stand, but he was still too dizzy and Ruth easily pulled him back down on the sofa beside her. "No honey, you'll just get hurt. Can't you see? He's breeding her. A man like that won't let anything stop him when he's about to plant a baby in a woman." "But it's in my wife. I can't just watch!" the distraught husband cried. "That's all you CAN do, wimp," Mable taunted. "Keep him out of this, Ruth." "She's right, sweetie; I'm sure you'll learn that watching can be very exciting. Your father never comes so hard as when he sees Jethro between my legs, shooting me full of his jism while I beg for a black baby. Now settle down and enjoy this." "Mother, noooooo ..." Arthur's feeble protest was stifled as Ruth deftly slipped her hand into his pants and began massaging his cock. "See baby, you little weenie is already getting hard just knowing your sexy little wife is going to get bred. I know it's frustrating to see your wife about to get a big belly full of a superior man's baby, so let me make it better for you, honey." Ruth was beginning to work Arthur's half-hard miniature prick between her fingers. Cynthia was struggling to regain her senses. She hadn't fully recovered from the intense orgasm when she felt Leroy's hands on her ankles pulling her legs far apart. Leroy was kneeling now, the tip of his cock moving in towards her pussy as she sat on the couch. "No, Leroy don't. I'm not protected!" "I knows that, Miz Cynthia. That's why yo' pussy's drooling for my cock." He moved the tip back and forth along her slit causing her to writhe in pleasure. "Yo' know yo' want it." "No! No! ...Ohhhh ... Yes!!!" she screamed as Leroy pushed down on his cock watching her pussy lips spread wide for him as they closed back up around the head. Cynthia groaned as Leroy worked the head in and out of her. "Feels good don't it?" "Uh-huh," the young woman grunted in agreement. "How about I give you another inch or two?" Cynthia just gurgled as Leroy pushed in another couple of inches. "God, you're so big," the woman gasped as the thick part under the head schlocked in. "Gonna give you more'n the white boy ever did," Leroy sneered " slowly fucking her with the tip of his cock. "How big is duh wimp?" "Uh ... Uh ...Dunno, ... three? ... four inches?" Cynthia panted as Leroy's cock slowly moved in and out of her. "Po little thang," he said pushing another inch in. "Dis feel like yo' husband?" "Oh, no! God, no. You're so much thicker, it feels ... so much better." "Cynthia! How can you say that" Arthur cried out. "It has to be true, Arthur," Ruth whispered as she continued fondling his sex. "Can't you see? Leroy has a magnificent cock, a pussy-reaming, woman-pleasing, sperm-shooting DONG. You just don't have much equipment down here for spewing hot jism deep in a woman's fertile cunt, Honey. Your little thingie is just adorable, perfect, in fact, for you and me to play with, but for making babies, Leroy's is much better," his mother explained gently. Cynthia's almost constant wail of pleasure seemed to confirm Ruth's words as Leroy continued slowly fucking the young wife. Cynthia was raising her hips to meet his thrusts, slowly allowing more and more of the giant cock inside her. Mable grinned as she saw her daughter come yet again. "Isn't Leroy wonderful, darling?" Mable exclaimed And he's still fucking you with only half his cock. Don't you want to feel the rest of it in you?" "Oh, God! Yes! More, More" her daughter panted as Leroy's cock pushed deeper into virgin territory. "God yo' tight, Miz Cynthia," groaned Leroy pushing about nine inches in. "Ain't yo' never been fucked before?" "Not like you fuck her, Leroy baby," Mable remarked. "Give it to her good." "Yes'am, Miz Mable," Leroy replied and resumed his rhythmic plowing of the spasming young wife. "You do like his cock don't you, Cynthia?" Mable asked. "Oh, yes, Mother. Oh, oh, oh ... yes!" "Only black cocks get this big, Hun. Do you know what big black cocks do to little white pussies? It that what your want?" "Yes, yes," she groaned, her belly undulating down towards her pussy as she came again. "Then tell him, darling. Tell him what you want him to do." "Fuck me, Leroy. Please fuck me with your big black cock. Oh God, I'm coming...Ahhhiiiii." Leroy pushed her legs back towards her head, sat up on his knees a little, pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was in her pussy, and then he lunged forward. Cynthia thrashed in ecstasy as his entire cock plunged deep into her frothing pussy. He had to maintain a tight grip on her ankles as she writhed until she calmed down after a couple minutes. Arthur stared in disbelief as Leroy's huge fuck-hose had disappeared into his tiny wife's belly. "Look!" Ruth said in admiration. "She took it all, honey, the very first time! You should be so proud of Cynthia. Not many wives can take a huge prick like Leroy's so easily. I guess you had left her really needing a good fuck." Arthur's moans were not of admiration as he was torn between the anguish of seeing his wife respond to the brutal fucking and the incredible pleasure of his mother's expert hand job. When Leroy felt Cynthia's pussy relax, he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back in several times until she moaned and he increased his speed. The rutting white girl began pushing into him to meet his thrusts as Leroy picked up the tempo. Cynthia started screaming each time he buried it; she was coming every fifth stroke. Suddenly, the orgasms ceased as Leroy's cock began to grow. It felt like a damn had blocked the flow, the pressure building up as he continued rapidly fucking her. He was sweating and his rhythm was starting to suffer as his orgasm approached. "He's about to come," Mable hissed. "He's going to come in you and make your pregnant with his black bastard if you let him, Cynthia. Tell him if you want it!" "Yes! Yes, Leroy! Cum in my pussy," Cynthia begged, not knowing what had come over her, desperately needing to cum one last time. "Pump me full of your fuck-juice. Give me your baby, Leroy; I want a real man's baby!" The words of the delirious wife seemed to suck the cum right out of Leroy's balls. He bellowed as his sperm shot up his cock and sprayed her womb. The helpless woman shuddered as the damn broke and a giant orgasm took possession of her body. Leroy held his cock buried in her pussy as he blew four more wads of cum, bombarding her waiting egg with millions of sperm. Simultaneously, Ruth gave her boy's little cock a definitive jerk and he began to come as well. Arthur's thin jism flowed out of his little hole in short, pathetic spurts as his mother gently squeezed and massaged his tiny penis. "Oh, that's so beautiful, Arthur!" his mother sighed. "You made a big mess in your pants at just the moment your wife was getting knocked up with her first black baby." Removing her hand from inside his messy shorts and giving him her fingers to suck, Ruth cradled the head of her defeated son to her bosom. "This is a special day!" Arthur sobbed with passion and shame. "Oh, Mother, Mother what am I going to do?" he wailed. "It's alright, sweetie pie. You're going home with Mommy to let her take good care of you. I'll talk to Jethro. I'm sure he will let you watch while he fucks me. Maybe he'll even let you clean up my cum-drenched pussy with your tongue after he has shot his cum in me, the way he lets your father. I could even let you watch him make me pregnant next time." At these words a final twitch sent a last spurt of semen oozing from Arthur's limp little organ and he fell asleep. Mable beamed at the sight of her fucked-out daughter, unconscious from the massive orgasm, her head lolling to one side and a silly grin on her face. Leroy started to pull out but his older lover placed a hand on his tight butt. "Hold it in there for a while longer stud until I get a pillow under her ass. Let's keep all that baby-juice in where it will do us the most good. I want the little vixen to catch the first time. That way I won't have to give you time off to try again if this doesn't do it." "What?" Ruth asked in surprise. "How can you be so cruel? Now that Cynthia's gotten a taste of what getting fucked by a real man is like, she can never be satisfied with Arthur's attempts at sex. You've got to let Leroy keep fucking her." "Like Hell!" Mable replied. "I need all of that magnificent fuck machine I can get, especially now. Would you give be willing to share Jethro with her?" "Well, of course not. Jethro can't quite keep up with me as it is, but she is YOUR daughter." "But YOU'RE responsible for me having to use MY man to do the job YOUR useless SON was incapable of doing." "Now there's no reason to get bitchy," Ruth stiffened. "Who are you calling a bitch, you overage slut!" Mable spat back. "Miz Mable! Miz Ruth!" Leroy exclaimed, at last pulling his long, slick member out of Cynthia's sperm-flooded pussy, alarmed at seeing the two friends argue. "It's OK. It's OK" "It is NOT OK." Mable retorted. "I'm not sharing you with my little slut daughter even if she is pregnant. You know I need you more than ever, right now, Leroy, baby." "I knows that, Miz Mable. M' little brother Jethro tol' me Miz Ruth be the same way. Since y'all's gettin' big with our babies again, y'all's wearin' us bof out, way y'all's needin' t'be fucked all the time. But I thinks I know what we kin do," Both women regarded him skeptically, but listened. "We's got another brother, name Darren. He jes twelve and his cock ain't more'n 'bout nine inches, but he still growin'. I reckon he could take care of Miz Cynthia. He done pregged up seven little girls in his sixth grade class, two of his married teachers, and the principal's wife." Ruth's and Mable's eyes grew wide in amazement as they both smiled. "He sounds PERFECT," the pregnant grandmothers-to-be agreed in unison. The End. From some comments received earlier, both negative and, even worse, some *positive* ones, I realize some readers did not understand that this is parody of a certain class of stories. That's what humor (= funny, a joke, not serious, dig?) means. Comments Please to Homer Vargas [email protected] ===== My stories are now found on http://www.storiesonline.net (Thanks Lazeez) http://www.asstr.org/~Vargas/ (Thanks, Kristen) http://www.eroticstories.com/main (Thanks, Art)

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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ A New Infection (MC, Mf, FF, Fm, Cabinet, CNN, preg) By Homer Vargas [Note: This story has its origin in "The Virus" by The Joker http://www.mcstories.com/Virus/Virus.html That "universe" has been developed by several other authors, including Borris Ludmenkov. http://www.mcstories.com/MadmanAndTheGuineaPigs /MadmanAndTheGuineaPigs.html and A4K Breakfast http://www.mcstories.com/VirusAmanda/VirusAmand a.html http://www.mcstories.com/VirusOrigin/VirusOrigi n.html from whom I took some of the premises of this tale. Of course, I take it in a very different direction that is quite subversive of the major premises of the "real" Virus stories, so you might think of this taking place in a parallel "Virus" universe. I also acknowledge the help of numerous readers who caught many of my stupid mistakes before the rest of you could. I especially thank Janey for proofreading, but since I have had my filthy word processor on it since she cleaned it up, brand new errors no doubt have oozed in. A New Infection By Homer Vargas Naturally, a number of myths and romanticized stories have grown up even in the few short years since the beginning of the New Age. Many of these concern the first critical moments that made all the difference. Did it really happen just that way? Maybe not, but so the story goes . . . . ***** Dr. Mercedes Cortez was doing a routine gene sequence when the wail of the All Seal alarm froze her heart. Putting aside false hopes that it was only a drill, the Chief of the National Institutes of Health Western Biodome looked at the maze of lights and lines to see where the emergency originated. Only the gravest accident would require an All Seal, which severed all chemical and biological links of the Biodome with the outside. Carved into the heart of a mountain, the top secret facility was virtually impregnable. Until they unsealed it, Mercedes and the sixteen other of the world's elite women scientists working at the Biodome were as isolated as if they were on the moon. Amazingly, the All Seal order had come not from one of the laboratories, but from the communications center. Trying to remain calm, Mercedes touched the appropriate videocom button and asked, "Ayo, what the hell happened? Who hit the All Seal switch?" The image of a tall black woman filled the screen. "I did, Mechas. Look at this!" Ayo Obkonko patched the television feed to the viewscreen in front of Mercedes. The annoying CNN logo and fanfare was at last fading and the bearded talking head of Wolf Blitzer appeared. "To recap the breaking news, CNN has learned that two days ago scientists working for Saddam Hussein released a virus into the atmosphere that has already spread over Europe and is expected to reach every corner of the globe within days. The virus attacks and blends into the human genome, producing virtually a new species of human. Effects of the disease appear to be sudden massive physical, emotional, and intellectual change in women and lesser but still major changes in men. Needless to say, there is no known cure for the malady and there is little chance of one being found, given the rapidity with which the virus is spreading and the dramatic nature of the effects. For the most recent information, we take you now to our correspondent in Baghdad, Christiane Amanpour." The scene shifted to a pan of the Central Mosque as seen thousands of times from the top of the Ministry of Information headquarters, the place all the foreign correspondents in Iraq go for the most authentic information. Then the camera focused in on a gorgeous young woman with long, lustrous black hair and smoldering, deep-set dark eyes. Mercedes was shocked at what she saw, recognizing CNN's top foreign correspondent, but just barely. The image before her and 100 million other viewers world wide looked more like a slightly aging movie starlet than a serious reporter. The cameraman didn't pass up giving viewers the full body shot that showed a luscious woman dressed in the shortest mini the religious authorities would allow, even on a kaffir, and sporting a set of tits that hadn't been seen in the Old World since Gina Lolabrigida was a filly. "Hi, folks," chirped the painted lips of the remade journalist. "They want me to tell you about what this virus thingy is doing here in . . . uh? . . . here. So far as I can tell, it's doin' lotsa good! Oops, I shouldn't have said that. It's really going to be a problem, I think, the way all us girls are getting sort of filled out." She paused to give her knockers a demonstrative little shake for the camera. "How are we going to keep our guys to ourselves?" she asked rhetorically. "Experts say . . ." Here she broke off with a sly grin, "I wonder why they couldn't get any real 'perts' instead of just EX-'perts?'" The new Ms. Amanpour clearly had wandered out of her depth. "The Vir-us pro-du-ces an extra-ordin-ary in-crease in the lib . . .?" The confused young woman stumbled over the text she was trying to read, "The libby? . . . the Libby Dole?," she giggled. "That doesn't make any sense . . . . Huh?" She tossed her locks and cocked her head to hear the earphone better. "Oh, yeah! That is sooo RIGHT! . . . . They told me to say it just makes you want to 'do it' all the time," she grinned, nodding. "Thank goodness Jamie came over here with me to sorta keep me in line. I know last night over at the palace talking to Sadammy I got so horny I was ready to <BLEEP>him . . . Oh, oh!. I guess they don't want me to say the 'F'- word," she tinkled. "Well let's just say it was hard to worry about what that big sexy guy may be hiding out there in the desert when you're wondering what he's hiding inside those cool 'jammies he wears," allowed the internationally famous correspondent, unable to suppress another titter. "Fortunately Jaime got me back to the hotel before I did anything foolish and just <BLEEP>ed the <BLEEP> out of me. . . . Oh damn, I mean he and my producer took turns calming me down." "Oh, well, I can't think of anything else to say right now. So, this is Crissy Amanpour for CNN in . . .? Well, one of those really neat places they send me to!" Mercedes was unable to speak for a moment, then recovered. "God! This is awful. I see why you had to act quickly, Ayo. Thanks to you, at least WE are in no danger of infection." "Yes, but how long can we keep the seal on place?" Ayo asked. "We have a vast store of water and several months of emergency food rations. It won't be very comfortable, but with power to run electrolysis for oxygen and scrubbers to remove the CO2 we can hold out her for months." "But it's still pretty hopeless, isn't it? Sooner or later we will have to unseal the facility and then we'll be infected, too. Oh, God! We'll all become mindless bimbos, like . . . her!" Ayo cried. "Not necessarily. We can . . . ." "Hey, Mechas! There's a call coming in on the Red Line!" Ayo interrupted. "My God! The President. Put him on." A familiar boyish face appeared on the screen. "Good afternoon, Dr. Cortez." The President paused, looking her over. "Sorry I have to meet you for the first time under these circumstances." As she listened, something about the glint in the Commander in Chief's eye made Mercedes wonder if he was referring to the global crisis or the fact that via TV images, certain kinds of intercourse were excluded. "Good afternoon, Mr. President. Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw the President was not alone. The camera unzoomed to reveal the entire Cabinet in session. The First Lady and the VP's wife were there, too. "Dr. Cortez, I have been informed about your quick action in sealing the Biodome. You're in charge of our best microbiological research facility. I'm afraid the bulk of the effort to stop this horrific plague will fall on you and your excellent staff. I'm sure that you will rise to this challenge. Aware of the responsibility that our nation, indeed the whole world, . . ." Mercedes tuned out as the President was off on a speech about the key role of women in the global economy, but her attention was jerked back when she heard him say, "You know that women are found in various positions in my administration!" The Secretary of State blanched and the Secretary of Labor tried unsuccessfully to keep from rolling her eyes at the unfortunate choice of words. Several of the cabinet started to snigger, but the First Lady silenced them with a murderous glare. The Vice President, oozing earnestness, did not seem to hear anything amiss. "You can count on us to do everything we can, Sir," Mercedes replied keeping a straight face. As the communication broke, Mercedes was surprised how attractive she found the President --he was a sleezebag, but a sexy sleezebag, she thought. Within hours Mercedes had reorganized the group's work, everything else being pushed aside to work on the Virus problem. As soon as things had settled down at the lab, she called her boyfriend Robert to tell him she would not be coming home for - she wished she knew when she could return. "OH darling, I'm so proud of you, but does this mean we can't . . .?" he asked nervously. "Afraid so, Sweetie. I'll be here until we find a cure or we run out of food." "There is not way I could . . .?" "No, honey. The dome is completely sealed. Not even air, not to mention a probably infected male can be allowed to enter." This was not easy for Mercedes to say. She was already missing her lovable if otherworldly poet. He was not a prize catch by many standards -- only averagely handsome, certainly not rich on his salary from the University -- but he wasn't intimidated by Mercedes' fierce intelligence and sometimes monomaniacal dedication to work. Under her tutelage, the sex was even improving. She would miss that, too. ***** A week later things were going better than Mercedes had any reason to expect. Her deputy director, Vivian Wu, had identified the Virus and determined its lineage -- an ordinary cold- like virus that lived innocuously in human breathing tracts, never causing more than a sniffle. The Virus's creator had chosen well; the body had almost no resistance to such a virus. Shireen Kumanundawata had found the active sites on the virus that melded with human DNA to produce the changes in women's (and men's, it turned out) bodies and sex drive. Interestingly, the parts of the virus that effected the somatic changes were not those that reduced women's mentality to that of oversexed schoolgirls. Again the Virus's creator had worked brilliantly. Mercedes herself was the one who discovered that the other business end of the Virus attached itself only to the XX (female) chromosomes, leaving the XY unaltered. Diabolical as this was, it at least key confirmed what Mercedes had long suspected, that men and women were intelligent in different ways. It turned out that at least some different genes were involved. In other ways things were not going so well, however. Her most recent call had shown that Robert was now clearly infected. As Mercedes looked at him on the view screen, her heart beat faster. Robert had grown so handsome! His shoulders were broader, waist trimmer, butt tighter, abs flatter; he appeared to have gained a couple of inches in height, as well. Damn, he had become a studmuffin and was totally out of her reach! "You're not doing anything foolish, are you darling?" she inquired. "No, honey, but . . ." "But what, Robert? Is it another woman?" Mercedes demanded suspiciously. "Well, yes, but I haven't DONE anything. It's just that Ruth Morris, she's been hinting . . . ." "Well, let her hint. You leave her alone," Mercedes replied, feeling some relief she was careful not to show. She knew Ruth Morris, a scrawny, red-haired, forty-year-old divorcee who taught in Paul's department. Mercedes could not imagine a woman whom she should fear less. "Don't worry, honey. I'll keep my hands off of her," Robert said, not too convincingly. Only after she hung up did her doubts return. After all, Mercedes didn't know how the Virus might have affected the mousy professor. And it was not Robert's hands she was worried about. ***** Weeks later things were getting dicey. Events on the outside certainly gave Mercedes and her team plenty of motivation. The scientists were horrified to see how quickly the Virus was turning society upside down. Plastic surgeons were practically out of business, except for women of eighty and ninety who were desperate to attract younger lovers. Surgeons able to reverse tubal ligations and vasectomies, on the other hand, had more patients than they could handle. Women who decided holding a job was too taxing discovered that their husbands or boyfriends had ideas about how they could pass their time, ideas that involved new additions to the family or first babies, even of women in their forties and fifties. Single women gave up waiting for Mr. Right and let Mr. Whoever-Was-Handy make them pregnant. Sales of women's apparel shot up as millions of former career women ditched their conservative business attire, which no longer fit anyway, for slinky skirts, revealing blouses and spikey heels, only to have to change again as their bulging bellies required a hot new maternity wardrobe. A new de facto jurisprudence grew up: a woman who eliminated a rival for a man's attention could almost always get off lightly, pleading temporary insanity, if she could show she had gone over twenty-four hours without a proper fuck. Women who killed men out of jealousy, although very rare, received no mercy. Outside events, on the other hand, created a morale problem for Mercedes as well as the others. Last week, when she had called to check up on Robert it was a woman's voice crying out, "Yes! Oh, Yes!" that triggered the voice-activated videocom link. Mercedes saw all too well why Robert himself had not answered. The automatic camera zoomed in on the speaker, a voluptuous woman with long flaming red curls riding Robert's upthrust prick, crying out and coming repeatedly. Oh God, Mercedes thought, could that be Ruth Morris? As if that were not bad enough, she then noted Robert's head, or rather where it should have been. There, grinding her muff into Robert's mouth was a younger version of Ruth, screaming in orgasms of her own, "Oh Mom, he's eating meeeee! . . . He's got his tongue in my . . . Ayyy! I'm coming so good, Mom." Mercedes broke the connection in disgust. At the next staff meeting most of the other women reported similar problems. The lack of sex had them frustrated, jealous, and bitchy! "Dammit, Mechas. Here we are slaving away like nuns for humanity, or at least for femininity, and our husbands and boyfriends are off screwing everything in sight," Bridgett Lafonte exclaimed in ire. "I'm tired of getting off with my hand up my twat night after night. I need a real fuck!" "Me, too," added Kimberly Bradshaw. "Oh, God, yes! I need my Leroy," Vivian Wu complained. "I can't think straight without that big black python up in me every night!" "Now, now, ladies! Don't go gettin' so hot 'n bothered," drawled Mary Jo Lipscom, a lanky Texan who was the Biodome's Ms. Fixit. "I like a nice hunka raw meat packed into m' pussy's as much as the next girl, but let's be practical." All eyes turned to the big blonde with her boots propped up on the desk in front of her. Indeed, she didn't look nearly as uptight as the other women. "I don't like knowin' that m' Billy Bob is off bangin' his Aint Josey 'n' her girls, but since I cain't do anythang about it riot now," she paused long enough to indicate that in the future Billy Bob was probably going to pay dearly for his fun, "I just make do with Billy Bob, Sr." There was a gasp of amazement when the assembled women saw what Mary Jo was talking about. Leaning forward, she drew out a hugely wicked-looking dildo, black as night. Another gasp went around the room when she sat the base of the implement on the desk and a low-pitched vibration reverberated through the room. "Yessir, ever night I jus' slip old Billy Bob Sr. in there where he'll do me the most good 'n' git off a buncha times. Sleep like a baby. If any of you girls would like to drop 'round for some help, the US Gummit has put some of the finest plastic in-jecshun moldin' equipment money can buy in my workshop. I'd be happy to whip you up a personalized set." "A set?" someone asked. "Well, yeah. Unless you are ONE lucky woman, I'd recommen' startin' with a plastic pussy pleaser that's only a teeny bit longer and thicker than your current boyfriend's dong. Graj'ly. you can work up to a real four- or five-inch thick prod that can provide some gen- you-wine simulated fuckin'." "'Course, if ya cain't wait, I could share the Hardy Boys with somebody," she said, holding up a double-headed dildo with one phallus considerably larger than the other. For a moment shocked silence reigned, but to everyone's surprise Tammy Bostrop, the little high-school girl who had been trapped in the Biodome while delivering papers, got up and slid into a seat next to the big woman. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lipscom," the child sobbed, "I just miss my Tommy so much." Mary Jo pulled the girl into a comforting embrace and kissed her tenderly. Tammy's sobs died away as Mary Jo opened her blouse to release her big boobs from confinement and Tammy began gently to suckle them. Soon her sobs turned to little whimpers of pleasure as Mary-Jo's hand slipped between Tammy's legs and found her clit. It appeared the Hardy Boys would have a busy night, or perhaps, again, they would not be needed at all. There was an embarrassed pause and more than one hand disappeared beneath the table before the meeting turned to the topic of microbiology. In the next few days, Mary Jo's workshop was quite busy. It didn't take Mercedes long to notice the difference, either. Productivity was back up and squabbling almost disappeared, although the moans and cries of ecstasy in the makeshift quarters at night could make sleeping difficult. Mary Jo had offered to make portable devices that could be worn at all times, but Mercedes outlawed these, finding they reduced tensions altogether TOO much. Most of the women unimaginatively named their new helpmeets after their most recent lover. A few, however, chose whimsical appellations reflecting their personal fantasies. Some of these were obvious, "Miles and Miles of Naismith," "Bit-Bard's Big Banger," "Frank's Real McCoy," but no one could figure out why their intern, Monica Lou Insky, named her new companion, "Slick Willie." ***** As more weeks wore on, Mercedes was pleased with the progress on a number of fronts. The group now knew how the Virus attacked the genes to destroy women's intelligence. There was no time to focus on any of its other effects nor, Mercedes grinned, much motivation. The conceptual breakthrough came from Vivian Wu, who realized that what was needed was not a vaccine -- the Virus had already altered the DNA of the infected host -- but a new infection altogether. With that insight Mercedes could organize efforts to create a new virus that would attack the modified DNA of the infected host and modify the genes for intelligence in women yet again. This would be merely applied lab work. Another week or so would do the trick. "Mechas! A call on the Red Line," Ayo informed excitedly. The President's broadly smiling face appeared on the little screen once more. He looked happy -- entirely too happy, Mercedes thought. "Good morning, Mercedes. We've been thinking about you," the President said. "Thank you, Mr. President. We have been doing everything we can to defeat this thing. I'm happy to tell you I think we are almost there." "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Mercedes. I've had the boys at NSA, DIA, OMB, and the FRB looking into this Virus business. We've concluded there's really nothing to worry about. In fact, they tell me it's doing the country a lot of good. Why, the new projections for Social Security show that the baby explosion we've got going will have the Trust Fund in the black for a century. So, I've decided to call off your work out there. Of course I really do appreciate what you and the girls have been trying to do and I'd like you to come to Washington in a few days and let me show you just how grateful I am!" "The pig!" thought Mercedes. Yeah, she could imagine that "the boys" couldn't see anything wrong with a world full of bimbo sexpots. And she could guess how the President intended to say, "Thank you," too. He'd probably knock her up if Robert didn't beat him to it. "Is this an official decision, Sir?" Mercedes inquired, playing it straight. "Of course, the whole Cabinet agrees, don't you, guys?" The camera panned the oblong table where it was obvious there was no dissent. Most of the men, trimmer and with more hair than before, were nodding agreement. The voluptuous and amazingly rejuvenated Secretary of State, though, was not paying much attention, apparently too busy pulling aside her panties to let the Secretary of Defense give her a delightful little finger fuck. The Secretary of Labor was similarly distracted, holding her miniskirt up to let the Secretary Housing and Urban Development inspect her tummy. Proudly he was patting the unmistakable little bulge that had resulted from a late-night meeting at which had started when he undertook the development, but would end only when she went into labor. The VP's wife was looking down over her enormous rack in adoration at her husband who oozed earnestness as she ran her fingers through his thick blond curls with one hand while with the other she fingered her dripping pussy. The Secretary of Health and Human Services had no complaints about the Virus's effects. Until a few weeks ago, she hadn't gotten laid for years. Now with her newly cinched waist and large firm boobs and having started dressing like a woman again, Madam Secretary found even her hunky interns giving her the eye. She was pretty sure that Jack, the one she had taken home, was just playing out a fuck-mommy fantasy every night, but she didn't care what he was going on between his ears, so long as what going on between his legs kept her happy. She grinned, thinking of his face when she told him he had gotten "Mommy" pregnant! The Attorney General's mind was elsewhere, as well, planning the fiesta for that night. She bet she would be the first Cabinet Secretary in history to pull a train for the entire corps of US Attorneys AND three Special Prosecutors. Mercedes would have asked the First Lady's opinion, but thought better of it when she noticed the top of a blonde head bobbing up and down between the President's legs. "Sir, we have almost finished. I believe we can reverse the worst effects of this bug, if you will just let us continue," Mercedes pleaded without much hope. "Sorry, my dear, I order you to stop work and unseal the facility." "In the name of humanity, Sir, I refuse." "You'll have to open the facility Mercedes. We are prepared for your intransigence. If you do not follow my order, I will have the power cut. Soon you will be without breathable air. Then you can choose between becoming happy sexy women and asphyxiation. Have a nice day!" A ruthless sleezebag, Mercedes concluded, amending her earlier opinion. "How long will our backup power last, Mary Jo?" Mercedes asked, near desperation as the lights dimmed briefly. "The BATTERIES will last only about six hours, Mechas," the big girl grinned, "But I don't think all the President's men remembered our flywheel. It weighs seventeen tons and is spinning at 15,000 rpms. We can draw power from that sucker for a week." "And even after we open the air vents, we will still have a day or so before the infection makes us . . . makes us . . . too silly to work," Bridgett added. "OK ladies. That gives us ten days. You know what you have to do. Let's do it!" Mechas ordered. ***** Ten days later Mercedes called everyone together for the final meeting. Outside air had been coming into the Biodome for seventy two hours and Mercedes could tell she and all her team were infected with the Virus. The physical changes already were evident. Her own bust had increased by two inches at least and a growing, giggly horniness made it difficult to keep her mind on business. "Do you think it'll work?" Ayo asked. The large pretty black woman had always been curvaceous, but in the last two days she had become mouthwatering. "I'm not sure I even care. I just want to get home to my Carlos. I'm going to see if he still wants to screw those high school girls he coaches when he's got a real woman." She smirked and wiggled her tight, eyepopping butt. "There's only one way to find out, ladies. Drink up!" Mercedes indicated the small cups distributed around the table and one by one each woman drank down the pink liquid. "And that is that!" Mercedes said with finality. "With your permission I suggest we wait until tomorrow morning to unseal the main entrance. Right now there is something I have been wanting to do for a long time." A little cheer went up as Mercedes drew the petite but curvy form of Vivian Wu into a sizzling kiss that did not go unreciprocated. The next morning the entrance opened by a time device and allowed an armed SWAT team to storm into the Biodome. The men felt considerable embarrassment when the most threatening thing they found was rooms full of semi-naked women lying asleep in each other's arms or making slow, passionate love. ***** "But, Vivian, can't you see, deconstruction of a text ALWAYS requires attention to the semiotic conventions of time and place. I find your attempt at a-historical analysis futile, at best. A deeper analysis . . . uuh, yes, a little deeper. DEEPER, Darling. You KNOW how Mommy likes that. Oh, oooh, OOOOH!," Mercedes groaned, not to Vivian, but to Robert, who had been dutifully tonguing his wife's snatch to a series of gentle orgasms while the two women talked. This was Monday and Mercedes always started the week over at Vivian's house discussing literary criticism. Tuesday was philosophy with Ayo and Wednesday she used for quantum cosmology with Bridgett. Thursday was devoted to political science with Monica Lou; and on Friday she and Mary Jo talked engineering. Weekends she kept for herself -- and Robert except occasionally when Christiane was out of town and she sent Jamie over for safekeeping. "Mechas, my dear, you simply fail to recognize the importance of STRUCTURE. A hermeneutical exegesis of a messages can no more be disguised by convention than can the language in which it is transmitted. With a little more time I know I can explain it to you. I'm really so close. YES! So CLOSE. AYYYYY!" Vivian paused in her discourse to allow a thunderous orgasm to take her. She didn't mind the interruption, as she always said a good come clears the head and sharpens the analysis. Fortunately, in her husband Leroy, Vivian had the services of one of the best analysis sharpeners in the business. After a dozen or so comes this afternoon she felt quiet well honed, but a little sleepy, too. She looked over at the lolling head of the beautiful, dark-skinned girl beside her and smiled. Notwithstanding her friend's remonstrance, Robert had Mercedes nearly orgasmmed out. A nod of Vivian's head sent the two men away to cook, or change diapers, or whatever it was that men did. Mercedes could see what her sexy friend had in mind and scooted her face between Vivian's legs. With a grace that comes from frequent practice each woman deftly adjusted her pregnant belly so the bulge did not prevent the other's easy access to her pussy. Gently, they kissed and sucked each other to a last sleepy orgasm of the afternoon. ***** In the first interviews with the "Biodome Seventeen," as the media dubbed them, Mercedes and her team gave the impression they knew exactly what they were doing and fully expected the results. Some historians who have looked carefully at the lab notes are not so sure the investigators realized that the virus they created would not only reverse the intelligence-destroying effects of the first virus, but would actually make women over twice as smart as men as it spread through the population. Intended or not, the consequences are those that we now see and enjoy. Whereas the effects on women's minds are clearly the results of the new infection, different theories account for the changes in men's behavior. Some think the new virus has made males less aggressive and, therefore, easier for their women folk to keep at home. Supporters of this theory point to the disappearance of Bruce Willis and Mel Gibson movies, demands from men for sequels to films based on Jane Austen novels, and men's utter absorption by magazines like "House and Garden." They also adduce changes in sports as well. Football and other contact sports have disappeared, but the boys do enjoy watching those top-heavy girls try to figure skate. Others suggest women have to keep men out of public life in order to protect them from other women who are not only smarter, but who can screw them into submission at the slightest disagreement. Knowing men's vulnerability, wives and girlfriends wisely keep them home, where they are relatively safe from exploitation. Imagine a man trying to turn down a saleslady if his woman were to allow him to go out to buy his own clothes! Why, she would just take him in the back of the store and fuck him until he didn't know one side of a credit card from the other. Still other observers point out that men stay home because for the first time in human history they can have all the sex they want without having to go out to slave, lie, steel, and kill to get it. With women in charge, the world is so rich and peaceful it hardly requires then to work. Since child rearing and household chores are not their concern, women can indulge themselves with large families. Occasionally, a man may be reluctant to take on the burden of another child, but that reluctance never lasts long when his woman has decided he's going to make her pregnant again. Most people, however, feel there is really nothing to explain. Everybody knows men just naturally want to let their constantly pregnant wives keep them screwed silly while they stay home and take care of their burgeoning families. It is just another demonstration of the Goodness of our Creator and Her divine Providence. The End Comments to Homer Vargas [email protected]

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This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no chages to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- Someone you may remember is back and so is Josh who is captured by a tribe of sexy women who need his "services." Can his his clever, horny wife rescue him? Does he want to be rescued? The Girl from "Principles" (FM, FF, MC, B Movie, preg) by Homer Vargas Part I Hi, again. You may have heard about me from this nice Mr. Vargas. (No, I'm not going to tell you my name.) Several months ago he wrote just what I told him in a story he called "Principles" and it came out real nice. Lots of people have said it was good. He told me that a lady named Celeste who does re-views or pre-views -- or something like that -- gave it an award, even though she thought the way I tricked my husband into getting me pregnant so many times was "repulsive." If you haven't already, maybe you should stop now and go read that story at http://www.asstr.org/~Vargas/ on Kristen's page, or ftp://asstr.org/pub/Authors/Vargas/principl.txt Otherwise, some of what I am going to let Mr. Vargas tell you now won't make much sense. Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story, everything about my life was wonderful. I had a wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a wonderful lover and a wonderful daddy to my ten children and father of nine of them. (See, thats what I mean about reading the other story first!) We were living in a beautiful house surrounded by flowers in the capital of the South American country where Josh worked for a major oil company. He was making sure the company didn't damage the environment as they explored for oil. Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and eighth grades of the International School and FAR too popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of them. Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in elementary school and Jeff was in kindergarten. Billy and Vickie were at the adorable rug-rat stage. Best of all, I had just found out Josh had made me pregnant again -- this time with no fuss. The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18 year-old daughter all got pregnant about the same time I did. I guess it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live close together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take too much detective work to figure out who was responsible for all those plump bellies from the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he returned. Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I was upset only about their poor timing. Apparently it happened while I was in the hospital for a few days with a parasite attack. (Amazing, Josh goes into the jungle and eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with anything. I try to be careful and become food for a zoo of the little bichos.) Josh and I worked out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh sneaked in to my hospital room after hours. The nuns who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at any hour after they found him in bed with me "keeping my spirits up" so well I was screaming at the top of my lungs when he made me come. Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees" and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion on my poor horny husband (and find out if he was really as good in the sack as they could guess from my wild cries of passion every night as Josh fucked me). It wasn't difficult. When Josh goes several days without sex he gets preternaturally horny. [Stop using words like that, Homer!] That's one reason I always try to keep him well nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him. But after our little misadventure in the hospital, Josh was high, dry, and spry. Any woman -- especially those four -- could see it. Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa who left for his home village. Josh of course didn't notice anything strange when Consuelo and Rosita didn't take their usual day off that Saturday. Josh worked that morning, but was home for lunch. Lupe put on a spread. Rosita had bundled the older kids off to their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies -- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. Josh, I'm sure, suspected nothing, not that he didn't enjoy having three pretty round women and one eye-popping girl hovering over him. He probably thought nothing was amiss when he saw them all in short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in frilly blouses. I'll bet his prick was thinking about it, though. Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine with his lunch. She even slipped something in the last glass that knocked him for a loop. As soon as he go up from lunch he wobbbled, said he guessed he needed a siesta, and headed off to bed -- just where they wanted him. He later told me he didn't remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom and he even denies he knew that she helped him undress. But I don't believe he didn't know when she slipped her warm brown body in bed with him and helped herself to his cock! She told me that even half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd ever known. That I believe! Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get off. Well, she got off -- so well that she didn't want to get off; Consuelo and Rosa practically had to drag her out of bed Josh so they could have a go at him. The four vixens took turns fucking my out-of-it man all afternoon and night. Josh says he only really woke up the next morning when he discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms than she could count. Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the time until I came home was, "hanged for a farthing; hanged for a pence." [I dont understand that, Homer.] My fallen husband gladly let them take turns fucking him silly and he must have filled each horny pussy full several times over. I was only in the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to put a baby in each of my "helpers." Knowing how sexy Josh is, though, I could hardly blame the girls for wanting Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how horny Josh is, I sure couldn't blame him. I just made him promise never to do it again. "Oh, honey, of course not. I promise I won't even look at them!" "Yes you will; theyll make sure of that, and you'll fuck them, too. I know them too well. Just promise that you'll only fuck one of them bareback at a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large box of condoms. "No more than two pregnant at the same time," I admonished. You should have seen that smile! That was a happy time. The house was getting back to normal after my Marta, Maria's Mario Jesus, Consuelo's Jesus David, Rosa's Ramon Jesus, and Lupe's Gabriel Jesus were born. ("Jesus," they told me is "Josh" in Spanish.) Fortunately, three maternal grandmothers appeared to help out with the five new babies, although I think they also helped them selves to my Josh. By the time they went home, Maria's, Consuelo's, and Rosa's mothers were all working on brand new uncles and aunts for their new grandchildren to play with. That's about the time the trouble started, There was a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought to- gether people from all the oil companies and local elites. I was well along toward getting my figure back after Marta and dressed accordingly in a little black number and high heels. It was pretty short and Ill admit I looked and felt hot. I kept glancing appreciatively at the bulge in Joshs pants as he drove us to the club, trying unsuc- cessfully to keep his eyes on the road. I started wondering if I should be thinking of a name. I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it when Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked me to dance. I knew he and Josh were rivals because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I wasn't thinking about that as Bill pulled me into his arms. It was sort of flattering to feel a big brawny man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one year old mother of eleven. Bull is quite a good dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead wherever he would. Therefore I was surprised when I found myself alone with him on an isolated balcony with his hand on my boobs. Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was turning me on. But, no, I wasn't that stupid. Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it was about power. Bull wanted to fuck me because I was Josh's wife. I asked him to stop quietly, then not so quietly, and finally I slapped him as hard as I could. I managed to cause a commotion and suddenly Josh was at my side and Bull Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood trickling out of his nose. It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would have the consequences it did. Two weeks later, I got word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site, the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's men came back. I was almost too crushed to be suspicious, but I was. The search was continuing, but with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I had my doubts. Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different person, genuinely interested in trying to find at least some trace of Josh and solicitous of my feelings. As the weeks wore on, I found my self warming to him. I guess he could tell and one night after dinner at my house and a second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me. That was a mistake, because a kiss wasn't enough for either of us. I couldn't resist when his hand found my nipple and I was squirming even before he slipped a finger into my panties. I was headed for a come and who knows what else when, most uncharacteristically, Marta started crying. Although I knew Rosita would take care of whatever it was, it broke the spell, thank goodness. I pushed Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again. Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give in. I just can't live without a man. But I also knew that if I became Bull's mistress, it was over for me an Josh even if by some miracle he were found. I could not accept that. If I had to have a man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one alternative: another man. And the other man was obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto. As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't working, a crueler side of him re-emerged. I came to learn that he had a native woman from a down-river tribe in his house at the camp. Apparently she had been captured by some of Bull's men and he was keeping her, almost as a sex slave. Worse yet, he had made her pregnant. I threatened to raise a stink and made him bring her back to the capital to live with me until the baby was born and we could send her back to her people. The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to me for rescuing her from Bull. She tried to help around the house and I let her some, but mainly I insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard treatment of her. The longer she stayed with us the more Spanish she learned and soon we were able to communicate pretty well. One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should tell me. Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and began her tale. I did not know whether to believe it or even if I had understood her correctly. She said she was from a tribe of women, only women. Occasionally they were lucky enough to capture a man whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work and for breeding. When I asked, she did said that only girl babies were born from these unions and did not even think it was strange. Homer thinks it might must be something in the food the tribe eats or a genetic trait. Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bulls men, she went on to say, a new man arrived, a white man. He had not been captured so much as rescued from the river. The whole tribe had rejoiced at this favor of the gods. I questioned her more carefully about when this white man had appeared and where her village lay and realized that everything fit. The man could be, no, I knew it *must be* Josh. I was thrilled. I realized, however, that Josh had gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could not disclose what I had found out without putting both Josh and the women in danger. I made Shana promise to let me go with her when she returned to her tribe. She was very happy I wanted to see her village. Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a great relief, but it didn't solve my immediate problem of what to put between my legs. Oh, I had a nice collection of toys and spent a small fortune on batteries, but it wasn't the same. I needed a man. I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto. It had long been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam. And he had been very sweet since Josh's disappearance. When I appeared in his room one afternoon after lunch, he didn't have to ask why I was there. I couldn't make love to him; I could love only Josh, but we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on. I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not let him make me pregnant. I took the precaution of going on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don Roberto. We both knew what this was -- Madam fulfilling a basic need with a kind and gentle man who, fortunately, was a good lover. The women of the house understood, too. I think even Don Roberto's wife, whom I insisted he visit twice a month, understood. *She* was the one who got pregnant. Life dropped back into a routine. Everyone missed Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was time to take Shana back to her village. My only concern was to make sure that the children, especially my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel, didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook fuck her silly every afternoon. Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I could tell she seemed troubled. I asked her what was wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me. At last she reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry she was. I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she had made me very happy by giving me hope that my man was alive. She shook her head. That was not what she meant. "It is not right that you who have been so good to me should not be with child. If we were in my village, I could gather herbs to help you. It is not proper for your servant to give children to your subjects and not to his Queen." "My servant? His Queen?" I thought for a moment and was stunned. Of course! Shana thought of our household as a kind of small village of women with one man-servant and me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed aloud until the implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. "Give children to my subjects?" My God! It made sense. I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and, now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as ardent as I had expected. And . . . and what about my "subjects?" Damn! I should have noticed: Maria, Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a little weight. I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still talking. "Even without the herbs, I can help you, my Queen." Things were getting out of control. How could I explain to Shana that I didn't want to be pregnant? She would never be able to understand that. Could I refuse her assistance? Tell her I'd gotten myself pregnant eleven times without her help, thank you? Yet clearly, from her point of view, I did need "help." She was offering it with such sincerity, with such love and concern for me. I smiled and nodded my agreement. I had no idea what her assistance would consist of, but the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak out back for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana stopped me. She shook her head and led me to my own bedroom. Had she set up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the sheets were turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed and began gently to undress me. Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I allowed her to continue. I noticed that she wasn't too careful about the way she removed my blouse and then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were feeling me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged at my panties. Again, her hands were rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs. With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and knelt beside me. "My Queen must be readied. She must make a warm nest for the baby." Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my nipple pop up even as her hand found its way between my legs and began to tease my pussy. I guess just the sexy way she had undressed me already had me more aroused than I knew, because as soon as she put her finger in me, I realized I was wet. Soon I was wetter. This girl knew how to please a woman. If I hadn't been horny out of my mind, I probably would have been thinking that I had never done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. But I wasn't thinking that -- or anything. I was just gasping from the sensations that flooded over me as Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. Carefully she inserted two and then three fingers into my gushing pussy, bringing me closer and closer to . . . . "Ahhhhiiiiiieee!" I screamed as I came. Hard! Shatteringly! I felt I couldn't breath for a few seconds. I did not understand what Shana was cooing in her own language, but the meaning was clear. "Relax, baby. Youve just had a good come. Enjoy the afterglow." I could do nothing more -- or so I thought. But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again and her head slip between my legs, which seemed to open all by themselves to receive her. If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what can I say about her eating me? I won't try, but in no time I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on my clit shot wave after wave of electricity through me. I know I must have passed out, at least for a few seconds. It must have been for more than a few, because when I next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand. It was weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and Shana was showing us, step by step. He seemed as passive as I as she positioned him between my legs and guided his prick into me. That it slid in easily was obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Then, like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed the movements of his prick in and out of me. Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don Roberto's thrusts to my response, although I suppose she was only observing me closely. In seconds I was on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! And stayed. And stayed! I would have pleaded for release but the moment itself was too perfect -- not that I think I could have gotten words out, anyway. I was in another world. Nothing existed in that world except my pussy and a huge prick that was fucking me as I had never been fucked. When I thought these sensations were more than I could take, I was overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my clit in perfect time with Don Roberto's in-and-out motions. When the orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it was a tsunami. [Homer!] To say "I came" would be misleading. I did nothing. It just happened to me. I was tossed, thrown, punched. I was FUCKED! I dont remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up was I in my own orgasm. I'll bet it was a doozy, but by the time I could focus on anything not between my legs, Don Roberto was gone. Only Shana remained, smiling down at me. I felt full to overflowing with fuck. Shana seemed to be of the same opinion and wanted me to stay that way. Gently she made me lift my butt enough to slip pillows under me. I was a little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that too. A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget everything again. She spoke softly to me again, but I only understood "My Queen . . . my Queen." As a final soft orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been "tamed." I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed again that night and fucked me senseless, except that I was *already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms. But when I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked -- long, hard, and well I felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I had no doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I would be pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was it. Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy properly filled. And even when my pills called for me to have my period (it was soooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with joy. We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good imitation. Before she could be disappointed by my next "period," Shana went into labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but it was really easy. She told me one day after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the clinic a half hour later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately. The Girl from "Principles" Part II A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering me to go home. I tried to delay things for the baby's sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did about the rigors of the trip. Don Roberto helped us prepare for the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by going to a different jumping off point for the down river trip. Money was no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as possible by helicopter -- that almost blew Shana's mind. In the little jungle town Roberto arranged for helpers to pilot the boat, carry the food, etc. Shana had told me that she would guide us from the landing where the boat would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to come back. After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this one spot, but she was very definite. The boat pulled ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. I carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back. In three days the little angel had only nursed and slept and today was no different. By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon became wider. Then someone spotted us and the jungle seemed to erupt with women -- laughing, hugging Shana, pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me. This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their sister disappeared and then returned, with a baby, and a strange looking white woman! They almost carried us to the village and amid great ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the looks of wonder). I seemed to be an important part of it; Shana later told me the women were extremely grateful to me for taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them. The thanks were very nice, but that wasn't my main concern. I was keeping my eye out for Josh. During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen, but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony began. As a tall woman, perhaps my age, emerged from a large hut followed by several others, also noticeably older than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh -- and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen and her court. All the women were glowingly, gloriously pregnant! I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up, recognizing that little was going on behind the slightly silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this and she grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are only allowed out among women after they have been "tamed." How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is a 'taming' ceremony at which the man is fed special herbs and given palm wine to make him very happy. All the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the women have some taming magic, but the Queen's is the most powerful. When the Queen had finished dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters and fucks him. After one night with her, the man is completely docile and will do anything she or the other women say. I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and remembered how I felt in bed with Shana. Whatever it was, it had Josh hooked. I asked what they had Josh do. Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all the pregnant bellies of the women. She explained that he was passed from woman to woman in order of hierarchy starting with the Queen. As soon as the first woman either missed or had her next period, he was sent to another one, spending an average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that weren't showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a marksman with these women as he had been with me. By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a coincidence and that there was some connection between the white man and the white woman. The next day I asked to talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted to tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back. Of course, they found totally foreign the idea of a woman owning her own man. (That was the way Shana translated it back to me. It sounded strange, but I kind of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the up- river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps possible that a man could be a woman's exclusive property. (Yes!) I explained that I loved this man and had lived with him for over ten years and that he had given me eleven babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized later) intense envy. Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was amazingly sympathetic. She said she thanked me for bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved a reward, but not the tribe's only man. She pointed out that there were scores of women that had not had a child yet and that the tribes only man was too valuable to let go. She gently implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was true, I could easily get another man back upriver to make me pregnant. I tried to explain that it was Josh I wanted, but she was adamant. That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first disappeared. Here he was; I had seen him -- my Josh -- but I couldn't have him. Shana comforted me as best she could and got me off to several thundering orgasms, but the ache in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me to the landing. I had to leave alone. In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan. I began by pretending to start to like Bull again. He was such an egotist that it was easy for him to believe that the grieving widow was finally getting the hots for him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my circumstances would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand, put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never would be. Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while seeming only to be coy. On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at the last minute. You'd better believe that I was getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to believe that I was falling in love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I couldnt until I knew for sure what had happened to Josh. Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of women and a strange white man among the people of the base camp. Bull *had* to agree to investigate and I insisted on going along with him and his henchmen, the ones that had been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm, I sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men and that she should be ready. We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. Sure enough, we found the three burned clearings and beached the boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us warmly and with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women; Shana stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize her. I doubted it; to him she had been just another fuck. The men attempted to explain our mission, but before 'talking business' the women insisted they must properly welcome us. We trudged toward the village, Bull and the men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of the welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill and the other men didn't. The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered. I noticed that since my previous visit, a number of women were nursing infants and a new crop of newly pregnant tummies was evident. I could see Josh was still at work, even though I couldn't see him. As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center of the village. Bull and his men were seated around the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around plates of food and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to watch the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits. It felt sooo good! I hadn't even been able to masturbate in the last three days and was instantly aroused. Shana understood and slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to two nice quick comes. "Now you can enjoy the taming ceremony," she grinned as we turned our attention to the men. The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drum- beat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loin cloths barely covered their provocative little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat. I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women teased them, but suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, five half- naked women leapt into the circle and positioned themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum. The men were riveted by the swaying of the women's hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull himself. I recognized the woman dancing before him. She was larger and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their leader was, the Queen had taken on Bull as her own project. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Bull could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared too at the shining, flashing disk. As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look up at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at an uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and grinned as we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed." Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. [Homer!] The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares become glassy. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect! Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull Parker. He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying cradled in the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were lying with their pants down around their ankles, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm. Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. The Queen looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2 x 4. Shana and I looked at each other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the Queen's rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight ahead, straight at the bushy cunt in front of his eyes. The Queen was looking down at the big man, amused. She could see him weakening; she knew the instinct that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust. In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him, perhaps enough to push away the tempting view that held him fast. He reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the Queen's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch. A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the last man went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his hardened prick. The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0. Now the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the dancers, a curvy little thing, who was taking her captive away to her hut. The contrast of the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy being put to bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy. I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do with Bull. She wasn't taking chances. Long after eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At last she stood and raised him with her hand. Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a face of perfect contentment. Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took her new lover and strolled into the shadows. It would have been fun to see the women work on the men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm again and again, making them crave release more than anything. I would have loved to watch the final collapse of each man's resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix, but I had more important desires that needed satisfying. Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love. I don't know who was first and who next, and next, and next as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the other. I slept more happily in her arms that night than any since I slept last with Josh. We didn't wake until the sun was well up. That afternoon I sought another audience with the Queen. She looked a little tired, but happy. Perhaps even tamed, Bull was a vigorous and satisfying lover. I hoped she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition. I felt on pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy men, not too old (even Bull was only in his forties). All I wanted in return was my Josh. The Queen said that she had consulted the other women and <grin> all seemed pleased with their men. From the little smile, I could tell she was more than a little pleased with Bull. She agreed, therefore that I could have Josh . . . provided. "Provided *what*?" I asked, not as respectfully as I should have, but I was frustrated. "Provided the men all perform satisfactorily." She replied. Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and the other women found the new men did fuck satisfactorily. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of Joshs replacements to make the tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn't even share Josh with me until they were sure. It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who were "trying out" the new men missed their periods. At last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was going to have another baby, Bull's baby. I had done it! I was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queens quarters and I at last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had taken good care of him. He was a little trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see my sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look and didn't recognize me, but I wasn't worried. Through Shana the Queen asked me if I wanted her to "untame" him now. I thought and said no, it would be better if I could wait until I had him home. Could she tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving away my favorite cookie recipe. "It's easy. Just say, uusha," she whispered so Josh would not hear. Then she smiled even more and added, "That will also work if you ever need to 'tame' him again," she winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh, apparently telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He looked at me and smiled. A few days later everything was in readiness for the return. Josh would be able to manage the boat with just two people in it. I was eager to get started, but Shana asked if I could delay our departure just one more day. Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the village, she stood high on the list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to have one of their babies. She was at her most fertile time right now, she said. Would I, please, this one time, let Josh make her pregnant tonight? "Only if I get to watch you and then join in," I laughed. I had my story ready when we returned to the company camp. We had found Josh -- although he was very sick. On the way back, however, the boat had overturned and this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was a stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow the men to be found. I sometimes felt a little bad about them, but not very. Each was either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit in Josh's disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho heaven, surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them than to fuck the pigs and get pregnant with their babies. I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house the capital. He was very surprised that the "fever" he suffered made him unable to remember anything about his captivity and my rescue of him, but he can't deny it happened. I had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insist we call "Shana," was conceived the same night that he was leaving Shana something to remember him by. ***** Really, sometimes, even after 16 years of being married to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me. Would you believe, an educated man like him being superstitious? Its true. Why, one night a couple of months ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much attention and maybe it was time to start thinking about making another baby. Josh got terribly upset, talking about how bad it would be to have thirteen children. I let him rant; hes so cute when he gets mad. Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play with his mind, but he just wasnt being reasonable. I saw that I would have to "tame" him a little When he finished ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered, "uusha." Fortunately, it was only his mind that was tamed; the sex was anything but. Unfortunately, I forgot to "untame" him for the rest of that weekend while I was away visiting a friend. You guessed it! If you looked carefully at Maria, Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe today, youd see some suspiciously tight panties -- just like mine. The End Heroically proofread by Joshua Madden, to whom many tanks. [See, Im hopeless withoug a proofreader.] Comments to (please) Homer Vargas [email protected]

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Judith and Me By Homer Vargas [email protected] Chapter 6: Friends One afternoon around Judith's eighth month she had some of her new friends over. She had me busy serving the drinks and canapes I had made, but I overheard them talking. "It sounds like the ideal arrangement, dear," one said enviously. "It is," Judith said. "I keep David home to look after the house while I look after my clients during the day." "But at night when Ms. Working Woman gets home, I hear her boytoy keeps the mommy-to-be very happy," another voice added lecherously. "I know what part of him keeps her happy, too. I hear your stud has a 10 inch dork." said a third voice. "You must go out of your mind when that monster slides into you." "It's mutual," Judith replied smugly. "He does have a very satisfying prick, but frankly, he is a genius with his tongue. Of course, I keep him pretty well nailed down, too." "I'll bet you do, as much as you like to fuck and be eaten," they all laughed. "Is it true he's actually your sex slave?. Your Adonis will do whatever you tell him?" "I don't like the word 'slave,' but yes, he's completely in love with me. He goes nowhere and does nothing without my permission." I was angry at this humiliating description of our relationship, but realized it was close to true. "You can make him do anything, anything at all?" "Yes." "Could you make him fuck me here in front of you and the others?" the voice continued. "If I wanted to," Judith replied matter of factly. "I don't believe you. Do it." "You want David to screw you right here and now, Ruth?" Judith asked. "Have you even know of a time or palace I did NOT want to be screwed?" The women all laughed again, knowingly. "What do you say, June? "Sure, Judith. I'd love to see Ruthie dear getting her gears oiled right there on the floor. We know how much the poor thing NEEDS it," she added a little spitefully. "It will turn me on, terribly" agreed Alicia. "But I've got a boyfriend coming over tonight. Is he ever going to get a shock when I pounce on him!" "Very well, I'll do it. -- David," she called out. I had been listening, but pretended not to hear. "David, *darling,* come in here," she called again with a voice I had to obey. I walked in and stood close to Judith. Se took my hand. "David, I'd like you to get to *know* Ruth," Judith said. The choice of verb was not lost on me. "Ruth is a dear friend. Have a look at her. Tell me honestly, do you find her attractive?" I looked the woman over. She was perhaps a little younger than Judith, and in fine shape. Although not as voluptuous as Judith even before she had me get her pregnant, Ruth was good looking and wearing a fairly daring mini for a woman her age. I guessed she was hot. "Yes," I answered truthfully. "Good, because Ruth has a little problem. Like all of MY friends," Judith grinned, looking around, "She is a pretty highly sexed woman. Until several weeks ago she had a very satisfactory boyfriend, a young man whom she had giving her the regular reamings she needs. Now they have broken up and since then ... well she hasn't been getting laid very regularly. As you can imagine just by looking at her, she's getting pretty desperate. She needs a man in her to give her a good fucking. I want you to help her out by making love to her this afternoon." "Why don't you come over and sit by me, handsome," Ruth smirked. "I may want to devour you, but I won't bite." "But Judith?" I protested. "Another woman? Here?" "Why not darling? You've admitted she is attractive. Ruthie needs some cock. We are all friends. The rug is thick and comfortable. I'm proud to show my friends the beautiful young man whose prick keeps me so well satisfied. Ruthie's friends would enjoy seeing Ruth getting what she needs from a stud in action. And you don't mind the audience, do you Ruth?" "If he's got a prick the size you say he has, Judi, I'd let him fuck me in the Orange Bowl!" Ruth growled lecherously. The other women all tittered. "No, Judith, this is humiliating. I won't do it!" I protested. "Yes, darling, you WILL do it because she will arouse you." Judith spoke softly and looked deep into my eyes. Her voice seemed to come from inside my head. "You have looked at Ruth with desire, David. You won't be able to resist her! You are gong to fuck Ruthie because she is a very sexy woman and she's ever so hot to trot!" There was an almost predatory gleam in Ruth's eyes as she regarded me "Ruth is out to turn you on; you will succumb to her, whether you like it or not," Judith whispered. "You can't help yourself, darling. Look at those big boobs. You can't take your eyes off of them, David." Ruth had unbuttoned her blouse and was caressing her breasts. "Look at her long shapely legs. She is wearing her skirt short so she can make men stare at her. Look, she is hiking her skirt so you can see more of her. You can't keep from peeking between her legs." Judith 's hand was on the bulge in my pants now. "Ruth is getting you horny. Her sex is working on you, David. She makes you want to fuck. Your prick is getting hard, my darling. See how she has her skirt almost up to her crotch. She wants you, too." "Now go over and sit by her." Then Judith dropped her voice so only I could hear. "She's a very sexually frustrated woman, honey, who needs a man bad. I want you to give her the pleasure she has been missing. She thinks she is a dominant woman, but I want you to make a submissive out of her. Make out with her. Get her good and horny. Toy with her until she looses control. Then when you've got her good and ready, I want you to fuck her senseless." "That's a good boy." Ruth smiled as Judith gently pushed me toward her. I went and sat down obediently by her side, unable to keep my eyes off her tits. She lightly placed her hand on my crotch. "Oh, .... I like what I feel down here, David. I know just where and how to put this equipment to work. Let's not waste time. I see you like my boobs. They seem to have you in the right mood. Well, I don't have my blouse unbuttoned just to let you moon at them. Why don't you get me out of my bra and start fondling me?" she said and took me in her arms. "I'm a hands-on, user- friendly woman," she laughed. She didn't laugh long. As we kissed I reached in her blouse and unhooked her bra. It fell away easily and I took her big titties in my hands. She moaned softly and squirmed with pleasure as I began to massage her tits and tweak her nipples. "Oh, darling! Not so fast! What are you doing to my boobies? Oh, I love it; it's beautiful," she gasped, almost fully aroused after only seconds. "These breasts are so lovely, Ruth, so big and sensitive" I said, obeying Judith's instructions to arouse the woman and give her as much pleasure as she was capable of. "Any man would be lucky to get his hands on a woman like you. I did not know you were so hot, Ruth, such a totally easy female." Her eyes were closed and she lay back helpless in my hands. "Feeling up these tits turns you on, doesn't it? Your breasts are getting so hard, Ruth. I am going to kiss these nipples, so erect and aroused. I'm going to play with you until I make you crazy for sex." "Oh, yes, David. You really do a job on a woman's breasts. I want to fuck you all night." "No, Ruth, you are not going to be able to fuck; you are going to GET fucked. These beautiful, sensitive breasts, Ruth, are on fire. You are too hot to do anything but receive pleasure. And I'll bet a woman like you is beautiful and sensitive down here too," I continued and pulled up her dress. "And you love for men to play with you, don't you, even though it only gets you hotter and more desperate for me to give you the release you need." She moaned her assent. I smiled as I slipped my hand under the waistband of her skirt, "Why Ruthie, you randy trollop. What is this I find when I put my had between your naughty legs? You don't have on any panties, you deliciously depraved hourie! You left your pussy open and undefended." I slipped a finger into her pussy and began wiggling it. "Going bare makes me think you've just been hoping some man would get his hands onto your pleasure point, haven't you?. Why, all a man has to do is run his hand up your leg and bingo! He's into your snatch." She winced with pleasure when I touched her clit. "You know what a man can do to you, when he touches you down there, don't you? You knew what could happen and you wanted it to happen and it's going to happen! Oh, Ruth, you're getting so wet down there. This pussy it ready for a prick! You want to be fucked!" "Judith! Help me! Make him stop. He's really gong to fuck me!" "Of course he is, Ruth, like you've never been fucked before!. That's what I've trained him for." "I wasn't serious. I never dreamed he really would!" "You said you wanted to get screwed. If you don't want him in you, you make him stop." "But how can I? His fingers all over my clit feel so good, I don't want him to stop. He's going to make me Aggggg!" she screamed when the orgasm hit her. "Then stop complaining, you silly girl. Spread your legs, woman! Get ready for that beautiful cock in your pussy and enjoy getting laid by a pro," Judith taunted. "Look at that expression on Ruth's face." commented Alicia turning to June beside her as they watched me getting ready to put the wood to Ruth. "That woman knows what she's about to get and she's in heaven! Those hands of Judy's stud must be magic. Did you see how quickly he turned Miss Fat 'n Sassy into a puddle of silly female desire? The woman went into a crazy rut almost as soon as he started working on her boobs" "They don't call them our boobs for nothing, honey. If a man like him got his hand on my breasts, I'd be panting for his prick, too." June replied gaping. "Looks to me like you're panting for it anyway, June dear," Alicia said, a mischievous smile spreading over her face. "God, yes! The minute I saw him take out his cock I felt my panties get wet ...." "You poor dear," Alicia said with feigned sympathy as she put her arm around her friend. "You must be so horny. Maybe you'd like me to help you get some temporary relief," she continued and started to unbutton June's blouse. "Alicia, what are you doing? Stop pulling open my dress! Get your hands off my ... Ohhh!" June gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. "Your tits? Don't you want my hands on your pretty titties, June? Seems to me you rather like it, you randy cow!" Alicia smirked as poor June squirmed with pleasure. "You really enjoy having your boobies pawed, don't you June, baby? Look at the way these nipples stand up when I tweak you." June's breath came in gasps. "My, my, you are going into heat, June, baby. I bet I know something else you'd like me to play with. Let me get you out of your skirt, darling," Alicia ordered. "No, stop!," June protested, but she complied, helplessly. "That's right! Open up for me baby and, so I can get my hand between your pretty little legs better. Why June darling! Your undies are sopping wet! Your cunt is leaking and I haven't even touched you yet." That wasn't quite true. Alicia was fingering June through her panties. "Watching Ruthie get laid has you climbing the wall. You must need to orgasm pretty bad. Well, let me slip my hand in your pussy and help you out." As Alicia started to diddle June and quickly brought her to her first screaming orgasm, I concentrated on Ruth. "Don't be afraid, Ruth." I said. "The fun is only now about to start. You are just starting to get nicely turned on. I've diddled you good until you really need to get laid. Fingers are nice, but you need something longer and thicker between your legs to really satisfy you. You need a man-sized prick to penetrate your cunt and fill you full of fuck," I continued as I slid my prick into her wet, wet pleasure hole. "That's just what you're going to get." "Oh ... Oh, yes! ... Put it in me. I want your big cock in me. Fucking feels wonderful, but ... but... please pull out before you come, please. I haven't been taking my pill. This is my middle week. If you shoot the jizz in me, you'll knock me up!" "No wonder you are so attractive," I hissed. "There is nothing sexier than a fertile woman. And it explains why you suddenly wanted to get fucked so bad. I like screwing a woman who is ready to get pregnant. I'm going to enjoy knocking you up, my dear!" I said over her whimpered protests. "I'm going to get you pregnant just like I did Judith." "No, no!" she whimpered but the bucking of her hips belied her words. "You're getting exactly what you wanted, honey," Judith interjected. "You knew what day of the month it was when she asked me to make David screw you. "And if you're not on the pill, it can be no accident. You knew you'd be screwing around even without having your boyfriend to put it to you like clockwork. If you get pregnant now, it's because you want to be." "Of course she wanted it," agreed Alicia, having finished finger fucking June to unconsciousness. "I think she got envious of you in your cute maternity dresses and decided she wanted to flounce around with HER tummy poking out, too, and to hell what the other partners say." "Well, whether she wanted it or not, she's about to get it now," Judith laughed. "When my stud unloads his balls in her he'll get her so pregnant she'll waddle like a duck. Our Ruthie is headed to the maternity ward. After all," Judith smiled and patted her bulging tummy." Look what he did to me in just one night." "What a change for an aggressive, in charge corporate lawyer, eh?" remarked Alicia. "Look at Ruthie, out of her mind in a helpless rut!" "It just shows you what a cock of the proper magnitude can do to us, my dear. You can't blame her. You'd stay home fat, barefoot, and pregnant all the time, if that was the only way you could have that prick in you every night! Fortunately, I get the cock, but he stays home." Judith gloated. "Oh, yes, Ruth, you like getting fucked, don't you?" I continued over their kibitzing. "You'd like to have your cunt full of cock. Now tell me that you want me to pull my prick out of you. Tell me you don't want me to keep putting it deep, deeper and deeper into your pussy until I come," I whispered as I continued fucking her. "Look at the size of that dork. He must tickle her tonsils every time he rams that tool in her," Alicia giggled. "Reminds me how got it is to have him in me!" sighed Judith. "Oh, yes, fuck me, keep fucking me good, but don't come ... but don't stop," blubbered Ruth. "Oh, but it feels so good. You're so big! I'm going to come! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ai.... Ai.... Ai...." "You will enjoy being pregnant, Ruth. Your tits will get bigger; your hips will get wider. You will be sexier and raunchier. You will have to get yourself a man quick and you won't be able to be very choosy. You will have to take the first man who can satisfy you. He may make you stay at home, but you'll do it so he can take care of you, especially take care of your need to fuck. Unless, of course I stop," I said and slowed down slightly. "Do you want me to make you pregnant?" "NO! Noooooh, Yes! Just don't stop fucking! You can jizz me up. Go ahead, I don't care! Give me your cum. Pump me full. Blow me up with jism." She was totally delirious now. "I'll make babies for you, I don't care. Get me pregnant! Make me as fat as a sow. Just don't stop fucking me! Don't stop! Ai..... Ai.... Ai!" When she felt me unload, Ruth's moans rose to a banshee scream that slowly dissolved into soft whimpers of pleasure as continued to pump ballful after ballful of jism into her ravenous pussy. Then as my cum began filling her cunt, the tension of her terrible arousal relaxed. Her eyes closed softly and she slumped unconscious. -- o -- "Well done, David. You really put it to her. You must have pumped enough cum into Ruthie to keep her out for hours," said Judith as I caught my breath. "She hasn't had a man screw her like that in a long time, I guess. When Ruthie finally wakes up she'll be one contented lady." "Contented, my ass!" sniffed June who was now fully recovered from her seduction by Alicia. "After the kind of screwing she got, she'll demand to be banged again, first chance." "Can she afford to have a baby at this time of her life?" I asked, now a little chagrined at what I had done. "Of course," Judith replied. "She's rich as sin and heard the biological clock ticking. That's why she kicked out her boyfriend; he wouldn't do the deed. Ruth has been pestering me for weeks to let you make her pregnant. If you didn't nail her this time, you'll just have to try again. All that 'please don't come in me, please don't make me pregnant' was just part of a little drama Ruth dreamed up to increase her pleasure." "But I'll admit it's given ME a wonderful idea," June injected. "Play acting has its advantages. I think it would be fun to be a horny housewife who goes down on a sexy but naive door-to door sales hunk. What do you say, David?" "I'd say, 'no,' of course," I replied stiffly. "Judith wouldn't like it and neither do I." "Says who? What about it, Judy?" June asked. "Do I get to watch?" Judith leered. "If you don't mind seeing another woman seduce your man." "I don't have to worry. His prick always comes back to me." "Do you agree, Alicia?" "Oh, hell. I am already at full boil from watching him go at Ruthie and getting you off. I don't know if I can take any more. You guys are going to kill me. But ... what a way to go! Sure." "Well, I refuse! You are all sick!" I protested. "Don't be so huffy, darling," said Judith. "We're just girls that want to have some fun. And playing with big sexy boys is our favorite game." "I won't do it, I tell you!" I protested more vehemently. "Excuse me for a few minutes, girls. I am going to have to take David to our room for a 'little talk.'" "Oh oh!" June hooted. "We know what kind of talking you're going to do!" "I'll bet he'll come back with a big grin on his face when you finish him. Can we watch?" Alicia asked with a smirk. "No, some things between a woman and her man are private. Besides, I don't want you to know all my secrets for keeping him on a short string." She winked at the women and crooked her finger at me. "Now come here, David." I had no choice but to follow her to the bedroom. She closed the door. "I want to explain something to you, David." "But Judith, I ..." She silenced me with a kiss and began pushing me backwards toward the bed "I think you will understand me much better on your back with your eyes closed and your prick up inside me, darling. You were skating close to defiance of my wishes. I think I need to deepen your conditioning just a little." "Judith, don't humiliate me this way, please!" I begged. "In bed, David," she repeated and began to remove her clothes. "You must learn that you must do whatever I tell you. And the best way for you to learn that is to remind you that you that I can fuck you anytime I want to. You are so horny for me right now. So lie back, darling, and let me have your prick. When we have our little talk you, are going to be in a receptive mood!." Soon she was on top of me, her protruding, pregnant belly almost blocking my view of her swollen, bouncing tits as she rode me to heaven. -- o -- When Judith and I came out of the room a half hour later, I was Sam, a health food salesman. I went out, stood on the big front porch [the hall] and rang the bell "Good morning, Ms. Beech," I said when June came to the door. "I'd like to talk to you about Vita-Life." "It's Mrs. Beech, for all the good it does me," she snarled. "Come in and tell me about Vit-E-Life," said June who had switched into a simple but very short frock, very sexy. The game no longer seemed so stupid. "Vit-E-Life is a scientifically balanced complete food supplement. It is especially high in Vitamin E and promotes muscle tone and overall vigor," I intoned. "Over-all vigor, huh? Vitamin E? Haven't I read something about vitamin E stimulating the masculine sexual performance?" June asked. "Uh ... yes," I replied nervously. "In that case I should be interested. You see Charles used to keep me pretty happy. He would always roll me every night. He could get me off time after time when we fucked. But recently he just doesn't seem interested in me. And believe me, I've tried to interest him. For example, I unbutton my front like this. [does it] Seeing my tits used to really turn him on. Or I lift my dress. [does it] Time was he couldn't keep his eyes off me when I let him peek up my dress. Maybe Vit-E-Life is what I need to get him fucking me again. Tell me ... do you use Vit-E- Life?" "Well, yes, of course." "Then I want you to have a glass." "We are not allowed to use the product while on duty," I protested, knowing that Vit-E-Life was mainly alcohol with a little tranquilizer to make the customer feel good. A glass of it would knock me for a loop. "How am I supposed to know if the stuff works without a demonstration." "But ... I objected. "Pour a glass." She wasn't smiling a friendly smile. I had no choice but to comply. "Now Drink it!" she growled and handed me a glass. Again, I hesitated. "Aren't you supposed to please your customers?" she asked, coquettishly. "Of course," I agreed and took a sip. "But why are you so keen for me to take the Vit-E-Life?" "I need to find out how Charles will react if I start giving him Vit-E-Life. Now drink some more. I want you to have a good dose." "Well, Mrs. Beech ..." "When I get enough of it in him, will it make him sort of dopey and easy to control?" she asked, staring into my eyes. "I don't know ..." I muttered, no longer thinking too clearly. "And if I sit next to him like this and show him my tits," she said, opening her blouse, "Will he stare at me and start getting horny?" "I guess so," I replied. I was sure staring. "Good. I want my tits to get him horny so he will feel me up. Will it do that?" she asked and, believer in the scientific method that she was, drew my hands to her breasts. "I love to have a man feel my titties, " she squeaked. "It makes me feel so sexy and ... it gets the man hot, too. Will Charles do this to me?" "Oh, Mrs. Beech," I moaned. The Vit-E-Life had hit me hard and I was now keen to get in bed with this willing female and began to fondle her vigorously. "You have big beautiful boobies, Mrs. Beech." "Oh, yes!" she sighed and gave herself up to the pleasure. "I'm getting so hot. Call me June, darling. Anyone who can feel up a woman like you can deserves to use her first name. I told you, the problem isn't with me. I get turned on easy, too easy. The problem is Charles." "It won't be for long," is snorted. "You are very persuasive, sir. What else will my husband do when I give him Vit-E-Life? Will he get into my pants?" she asked and guided my hand up under her skirt. "I guarantee it, June." "Marvelous! When Charles he sees me getting horny as I am now, I want him to get excited, too. I want him to pull up my dress, slip his hands up my legs and pull down my panties." "Like this?" She moaned as I followed her prompting. "Then what will he do?" "Spread your legs, you horny wench and you'll find out," I growled, now fully aroused. "Once he's got his hands on your snatch, he will play with you, June. He will play with you like the tart you are until you really want to fuck." "Perfect, I want it now! Put your prick in me." "But I'm not Charles." "Who the Hell cares? You are here and you drank the Vit-E-Life. Your prick is big and hard. You want to fuck and I want to fuck, so fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!" So of course I did, or rather Sam did, until June was braying like a stuck sow. -- o -- "Bravo!" exclaimed Judith, Alicia, and Ruth when June in turn had been shot full of cum and had collapsed into unconsciousness. I, too, was panting with exhaustion. "That did it!" exclaimed Alicia. "I can't wait for my damned boyfriend tonight. I've got to have a piece of that man, now!" she declared, looking at me fiercely. "Well, I let Ruth and June have their fun. I can't deny you as long as we all get to enjoy the show," conceded Judith "What do you have in mind? I looked at her and mouthed "N. O." but she ignored me. "I'm too revved up to even feign being seduced. I feel like a predator," Alicia snarled. "I want to sexually devour your man." "Well, that's the nice thing about young men," Judith grinned. "You can devour them again and again and there's always more left." The three women laughed. "No more! Please," I protested. "Sorry, dear," Judith smiled. "When lionesses are in council, gazelles don't get to vote. We'll call you when we're ready for you." "Judith!" I pleaded. "Don't worry, David. I understand our little problem. You'll soon be ready to go again. You are just tired, dear. Fucking that tarty June took a lot out of you, poor baby. You are drained and weak," Judith was again using that tone that forced my obedience. "You just need some rest. Just snuggle down there with our little fucked-out June. Put your head on her breast and take a little nap." I felt a wave of drowsiness flow over me as I sank down against June's sleeping body. "Take her titties, David. ... That's a good boy. Sucking one of those man-pacifiers will help you relax ... and go to sleep." I felt June moan softly and stir to accommodate me as I slumped unconscious in her arms. -- o -- When I woke up I was 13 and in bed with a thermometer in my mouth. Dr. Alicia came in dressed in a 'way too short smock. She leaned over me, dangling her boobs just inched from my face and smiled. "Well, how does my big little boy feel today?" she asked and patted my face. "Good." I said. "When can I get out of bed? "Not until I say you can, young man. I want you to be a big healthy boy. For the time, I'm going to keep you in bed, Davey. Do you have any aches?" she asked as she began to rub her hands over my chest. "How does this feel?" "Great!" "Yes, I imagine it does. You know, Davey, sometimes a spell of fever can accelerate a boy's maturation. In just a few day you can go from a 'little boy' to a 'big boy.' I think it's time to find out if you are a big boy yet," she said and pulled back the sheets "How can you tell?" "Oh, I can see that you have grown a lot and your shoulders are broad like a man's, but I really need to examine you down here, between your legs." she explained and she pulled up the smock I discovered I was wearing. "Just as I thought! You HAVE gotten to be a big boy. Look what you have been hiding from me, you naughty child!" she exclaimed and began to massage my penis. "This feels good, doesn't it Davey?" "Oh, Yes ma'am." I agreed. "Yes, you have gotten to be a big boy and big boys enjoy letting women touch them here. You are a little stinker not to have told Dr. Alicia sooner that your penis had gotten so big. And it's getting very hard, too. I should have given you this examination months ago. I'll bet I know something naughty you have been doing!" she grinned. "No, nothing, Doctor." I replied nervously. "Don't try to fool me, Davey. I see semen stains on the sheets. When you are alone you put your hand down here and play with yourself, don't you? "Yes ma'am," I confessed. "Of course you do, honey, because it feels really good, almost as good as I am making you feel now, right?" She was fondling me deliciously. "Yes," I groaned. "Tell me what happens then, Davey" "Oh, doctor, when I move my hand up and down over my thing ..." "It's your penis, Davey. Or your prick or your dick or your dork or your tool. Women have dozens of names for it because it's so important to us. Go on." "When I run my hand up and down on my prick faster and faster, it feel better and better until ...Agggg!" I erupted into Alicia's grinning face. "That must have felt very good, didn't it?" she asked licking drops of sperm from her fingers. "Yes ma'am." "What you experienced is called an orgasm, Davey, or coming. The sticky white fluid that comes out of your penis when you orgasm is called semen. We also call it cum or jism or jizz or spunk or sperm. Any you've go a lot of it. "I'm sorry I made a mess, Dr. Alicia," "Not your fault, honey. I didn't have my mouth open wide enough. A girl has to be very careful when she lets you put your prick in her because if she's not, your semen will make her pregnant. That's why your girlfriends, when you get a little older, will want you come in their mouths." "Really?" I asked, amazed. Alicia just smiled knowingly. "Well, I see that you already know how to do one naughty thing with your prick. Now I'm going to let you do something much naughtier and much more fun. You are going to put your prick into the pussy of a woman and cum in there." "But I don't know how, Dr. Alicia." "You don't need to know anything. You are going to do it with an older woman. She's the one who knows how to make you feel good when you put your prick into her. I think it should be someone who can come to visit you when you are in bed. Can't you guess who?" she teased. "Dr. ...? Oh, no!" "Who better, Davey. I'm here and you are ready. I can give you such a good fucking." "But Mom? Dad?" I objected. "Oh, I made sure they won't bother us. I slipped a few drops of some special medicine in your Mom's tea while we visited. It makes a woman ravenously horny. I stayed long enough to see her starting to put the make on your Dad. You should have seen his eyes bulge when she spread her legs and hiked her skirt. I'm sure by now your Mom has your Dad down in bed screwing his brains out. In fact, she may be getting pregnant. That is what I intend you to do to me, Davey." "Please, Dr. I'm afraid." "There is nothing to be afraid of Davey. You are just a boy that has never had sex yet. Your strong young prick has never been inside a woman and what a way to start! My husband can't give me a baby, but you can. Just put it in me and make my tummy swell. It's something every man wants and needs and I can give to you. Let me show you what you'll be getting," she said and dropped her short smock. She was completely naked. "Wow, Dr. Alicia. You look neat!" "I feel 'neat', Davey. See how the nipples on my tits are standing out rigid? That's what happens to a woman who wants to get knocked up. You see, just thinking about what your cock is going to do to me, makes me horny. Feel me here," she said and took my hand between her legs. "Gosh, Dr. Alicia! You sure are wet in there!" "That means my pussy is ready to get your baby juice in her. Now let me get it from you." With that she slipped under the sheets with me. "I will get on top, darling, because I want to do the fucking. You just relax and supply the sperm. First I'm going to put your cock into my pussy, Davey," she whispered as I felt something warm and wet envelope my prick. "Oh, yes! I've got you in me darling, so deep. Your prick feels so good in me! Now let me fuck you." and she began to ride up an down on my prick. "Oh, Dr. It feels so good!" "Of course it does, Davey. You're getting fucked by a woman who knows how to give it good to a man. It's natural to enjoy having your prick in a woman's cunt, knowing you are about to put a baby in her. And you feel good in me, too. Ohmygod! You are so much bigger than I dreamed. Your prick is so hard and it's going in me so deep. I'm going to have an orgasm, Davey. Oh, yes, YES! Your prick is making me cum! So good! SO GOOD!" For the next several minutes Alicia just bounced up and down on me, babbling about wanting a baby and screaming from time to time. Then she started riding me harder and braying. I felt an orgasm boiling up and came in her. We both fell unconscious. ***** When I woke up the doctor was gone. In fact, Ruth, June and Alicia were all gone. Judith was looking at me with a sweet sexy smile. "You've had a hard day, darling. Let go to bed." She must have seen my look of consternation. "Just to cuddle. Until tomorrow morning ..." ******************************** Epilogue: About six months later Alicia, June, and Ruth were over at the house again. Judith had finished nursing Claudette and I had put her down for a nap. Judith had broken the news about our second child on the way, but the three friends had other things on their minds. And they weren't as happy as the first time. "My boyfriend is pissed off as hell!" exclaimed Alicia. "He says I didn't warn him when I went off the pill and he isn't giving me a dime for the little bastard!" "But you're giving him the stuff I told you?, Judith asked. "Yes, every night." "And he's still screwing you, isn't he?" "Well, yes. More than before," Alicia admitted. "Just give it time. He'll come around. Just make sure his prick doesn't spend too much time dry. If you still want him to, he'll marry you before the baby is born." "And what about me?" Ruth demanded. "It was your idea, Ruth. I warned you that you wouldn't want David to pull out once he was fucking you." "I just never imagined ... at my age ..." Ruth lamented. "That you'd be having your first baby? "That it would be so hard to find a new boyfriend, especially after I started to show." "But you did. Lots of men think pregnant women are sexy. And what's wrong with having someone your own age for a change? You're OK with Robert, aren't you?" "Yes, he is as sweet as can be and a great lover, but won't the stuff wear off?" "Not as long as you keep fucking him. Every time he comes in you, his obsession with you goes back to 100%." "And after the baby is born?" "You can make it permanent. "How?" Ruth asked. "Let HIM get you pregnant next time!" "You've solved Alicia's and Ruth's problem," June spat, "But I'm the one you really fucked up! "From the size of your tummy, June, dear, it's apparent *you* are the one who fucked up. It serves you right for trying to steal David from me. He told me about your coming over here when I was away. When I found out what you were trying to do, I let you have him for a few weeks, but I made sure you 'forgot' to take your pills while he fucked you." Judith gloated. "I know. I'm sorry, but when Josh found out I was pregnant with another man's child, he kicked me out before I could give him the drug that you let Ruth and Alicia use. What am I going to do?" she lamented. "Don't worry, dear. You can move in with me. David is doing a great job with our little Claudette. He'll happily take care of as many babies as we want to give him!" The End Comments (please) to: Homer Vargas [email protected]

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This story may be archived and displayed on non- commercial web sites without permission, but please make no changes to the text and do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- Sabah by Homer Vargas [email protected] The following is a revision of the "Lilith" half of the story "From Whose Bourne No Traveler Returns/Lilith" by Trey Gallant and me. "Lilith" is his character. I needed my own to continue the story along my lines, as he has his. This is the proper prequel to "Sabah and Rod." ** The wind and snow mixed with rain lashed the windows of the stately house on the hill in the countryside. Through the clamor of the snowstorm, Sabah heard a car's engine begin to sputter and miss. Few women could have caught the sound over the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing was more acute than any ordinary woman's. All her senses were - as were her urges. And those senses informed her that as the desperate driver turned off the road into her driveway as his motor died, leaving it to roll to a stop near her entrance gate. She pursed her brow to ensure he didn't miss seeing it. She was not expecting company on such a night. She had dressed for the evening alone. But also for a tete-a-tete. Always be prepared, she chuckled. Her house was set well back the road, and the wet snow was accumulating quickly. Out here, forty miles from the city there were no near neighbors. There was no help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have to seek refuge at her door. He was going to be frozen by the ten-minute walk to her door. Or she? No. Sabah knew the driver was male, a young male. A handsome and virile young male, she smiled, her nostrils wide with excitement. Somehow, whenever her hunger reached this level, a prey appeared. Her nerves tingled in expectation, and all her appetites stirred. It would take him a few more minutes to make his way here. More than enough time to prepare. She opened the satin robe, black as her hair, exposing the shorter nightgown of the same material. She appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark, mysterious, an effect many women tried to imitate with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosoms were twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. This would do very well. Experience gave her confidence in her powers. She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang. She let it ring a second time -- she wanted him to feel like a supplicant -- then opened the door. She studied the young man standing there while her appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well made, better than she had hoped. His face was ruggedly strong rather than handsome. No little intelligence, and even more strength of character looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wetly plastered to his head; she could not judge the color. In spite of being miserably cold, he radiated vigor and vitality. She suppressed an urge to lick her lips. She could not have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her task easier ... and more pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few seconds longer. "Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a start. He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness, as if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than her calculated effort. She eyed him with amusement. "My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of her drive, although human eyes probably could not see it through the storm. "I wanted to use your 'phone to call the auto club?" "They warn single women alone never to let a strange man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone. "And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent ploy ..." She should know; she had used it often enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show the least sign of apprehension. "Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking her at her word. "This whole situation is right out of a B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then? Here is my membership card with my member number. tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a gray..." "Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle impatiently. His misplaced gallantry would spoil her plans. "I think I'm in no danger from YOU. You'll have to take your chances with me, however. No auto club could reach here, anyway. We're likely to be snowbound for days," she chuckled. "Now, get in her before you catch your death standing there in the snow!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully. He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad to get out of the cold and wind. He was in the entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen off the right, and the living room/parlor straight ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her boudoir. Why on Earth had THAT word popped into his mind? The living room was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in the white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell of oak was incense of a most peculiar sort. Music was playing softly in the background; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line from the powerful speakers. "Heavens! Don't just stand there dripping on my carpet, my young friend" she smiled. "Go into the kitchen and get out of those wet things. I'll bring you something to put on." She went down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark, she watched his eyes try to follow her. He went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on! Get undressed! I won't peek," she lied. "Dry off!" He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed as she instructed and dried himself. She busied herself preparing the living room for the next stage, surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and wrapped the towel around his body. She felt a spasm of desire. She had been far too long without a male essence and she had to exercise control to proceed methodically. When he had tucked the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by coincidence with a white terry cloth kimono. "Here," she said not unsympathetically, handing him the robe. "Put this on. I'll make you some tea and join you in the living room." He donned the robe and went into the other room. While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the lights, and changed the music to something soft and dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow pulsing base. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Sabah called to him from the kitchen. "I've turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of you." She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of the fire, the sensuous feel of the velvety pile and the music would coax him into the mood she wanted. She saw him hesitate, them put his head back, giving in to the music's invitation to let go. She smiled to herself and put the kettle on. Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an infusion bag. She let the relaxing and erotic suggestions she had implanted in the living room music take effect while the kettle boiled and the brew steeped. When it had reached the right strength and temperature, she poured a cup for him, and returned to the living room. His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing him, regarding him for a few moments. Her nostrils flared. He would do; he would more than do. Belatedly sensing her presence, he blinked, and raised his head to look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming mug with a smile. "Comfy? Might as well make the best of it Look's like you're stuck here with me for several days, so you might as well feel at home. Here, drink this." Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him the mug. He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid, somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she watched, she could almost see its soothing effect speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the drenching he had received, as it gently relaxed his muscles, stirred his passions, and beguiled his defenses. He glanced at her over the rim of the cup. Her robe was open and flowed behind her. The gown was slit to the hip, and she had seated herself in a position calculated to open it and subtly display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion, and smiled again. "It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet amusement. "Finish your tea. I want you to feel comfortable here." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment. "It really is all right," she assured him. "It is hard not to look at me, isn't it? Don't worry, if looking at me helps you relax and feel comfortable, be my guest." He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find a man who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She laughed musically and placed her right hand on his thigh. "Would I dress like this if I didn't enjoy having men look at me. I LIKE the reaction. Especially of a nice YOUNG man." She smiled and leaned her face in her left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my breasts, don't you?" She did not remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his crotch. "Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously. "Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers across his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage could even be getting you a little bit turned on. Don't be embarrassed. It happens frequently when I show young men my breasts." She paused to gauge his reaction; she didn't want to frighten him ... too much. The tea was doing its work, keeping his skittishness in check. "I'm flattered when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up my gown as you are doing." His eyes dropped to her lap in response to the implicit suggestion. "Trying to see if I have on panties?" she teased. She didn't, of course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at the top of the slit in her gown by the hint of a confirming glimpse. She reached out and took the now empty cup from his unfeeling fingers. "Tell me your name," she said, abruptly changing the subject. "Ah ... my name? Oh, Rod," he stammered, blinking and dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. "My name is Rod ..." "Rod," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a strong, masculine name. You like being here with me, don't you, Rod? Not waiting for an answer, she put the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips down his bare thigh. "Are you feeling relaxed and comfortable, Rod?" "Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to show just how un-comfortable he really was. He tried to return her steady look, but her gaze was too intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts. This was too good! This delectable male morsel was struggling, not to defend himself from seduction by a dangerous woman, but to be a gentleman. Such innocence! Such naivete! Such a hunk! She could feel her pussy grow moist in anticipation of the feeding. "I don't think you are telling me the truth, Rod," she smiled. "It's all right. Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am wearing clothes that make it impossible not to look at me. I think this negligee with its low neckline intimidates you. You are feeling a little aroused. Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce you, try to take advantage of you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have you all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused." Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you afraid that I might make you have sex with me against your will?" "Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere, as she had arranged. "Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take advantage of you." Just as I have been doing, she thought. "But you do not need to worry, Rod. Relax. I never make love to a man against his will. No man comes to my bed until I have made him very, very willing. If we make love tonight, I will make sure you really want it first. So you can put those fears out of your mind." "All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow that he should not. "Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax. You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist and unfastened the robe. She smiled a twisted little smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. "We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and listen carefully to everything I say." "Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't do that!" "No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she replied. "Do you not like a woman's soft warm hand on your sex?" "Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!" "That's just the point. Your prick is already getting nicely big and hard!" "But..." "Do not fight it, Rod. It's to help us become friends. I want you to be completely open and at ease with me. Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not my playing with your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell you?" "Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Rod sighed. "That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded. "Yes, Ma'am," Rod murmured as he drifted slowly down through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She asked him about his name, where he lived, his friends, his family, his job.... He answered automatically, without thinking. Eventually, using the information she gleaned, she began turning the questions around, twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless. The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to him. Making him forget the pretty little blonde fiancee was a little harder, but so satisfying. Interesting material in that relationship. Blondie apparently was sexually repressed and Rod was too nice to show how badly she frustrated him. The silly filly not only often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let Rod go down on her, despite his pleas, probably because she didn't want to have to return the favor. It had been weeks since she had let him have missionary sex. Very useful. Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled him to consciousness. "You may open your eyes, rod." She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into a diminutive. His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to leave the pleasant daze. She gazed intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud around him, making his head swim. She had opened his robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew he would feel light headed and leaden limbed. "What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'." "You may call me Sabah, for now, my pet" she replied. "What happened is what is still happening, what is going to happen, what I am going to do ... to you." She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and erect. "Doing to me, Sabah?" he asked, looking helpless and confused. "Do you not even suspect, rod? You Americans have forgotten so much history and folklore. It makes you so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed the change. "The tea, of course, was drugged, my darling. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you deliciously horny and rather sleepy. You really should not accept food or drink from strangers, you know." He struggled to sit up, evidently finding it extraordinarily difficult. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him back down. "Don't bother trying, love. You are too dizzy to get up," she suggested. She began to play with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am still doing. That makes it easy to cast my spell over you. You would say I hypnotized you." "But why?" Rod gasped. "Why?" Sabah tossed her hair back. "Why does the parasitic wasp paralyze her larger prey? Because she does not want her victim to struggle while she feeds. I need to feed off the sexual energy of men who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe, leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush body. "Some kind of demon of lust?" Rod answered. She sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what was happening. Such great strength of will, such steely character. His resistance excited her. "That is medieval superstition," Sabah responded scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you. According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must even have had a common ancestor in the Neolithic. I could bear a child by you, if I chose to. But tonight we will merely have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is how I feed, you know. I will arouse you to unbearable heights. Then I will take you and at your climax, drain from you the sexual energy that I need. Afterwards, if I let you leave here, you would not have noticed. You would have only a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex with a mysterious woman. Of course, you would be completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would recover, none the wiser." "Then why are you telling me this? What do you mean, 'if you let me leave'" Rod asked, suspiciously. "Because I have decided I will NOT let leave here, darling. When I pick up occasional men, I am forced to gorge myself, which leaves them useless to me for weeks, so I discard them. It is more healthful for me, however, and more pleasant for the man," she smiled seductively, "If I have a regular lover from whom I can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more frequently. Until he passed away, Charles was a wonderful slave who met my needs several times a week, several times daily, when he was younger, like you. Since then, I have not been able to feed nearly often enough. It is dangerous picking up strange men, you know. There are too many diseases out there now." "Then, too, a strong man around a big house like this come in handy, you know," she added, running her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "I need a new slave and you'll be perfect." "Slave?" Fear filled his eyes. "Or lover," she reassured. Whatever you call it, all I have to do is take you to bed with me. I'll make you enjoy it so much that after a while, you will never want to leave. "Gladly you will become my devoted servant and passionate lover. You have what I need, and soon you will need what I have, what only can give you, rod." She saw fear in his eyes, fear fighting with lust. She touched his cheek "Fear not, my sweet, I always make sure men enjoy serving and feeding me." "Sabah!" he protested. "You can't do ... I won't ..." "Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After our little chat, I understand you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how to turn you on, rod, whether you want to be or not. Like most human males, you have a secret desire to be bedded and dominated by a beautiful woman. With me, I will fulfill your deepest wish." "No, Sabah, I don't want that!" he protested. "I won't let you ..." "Yes, Rod, domination. Enthrallment. I control your desires, can make you screw me any time I want," she smiled hungrily. "And since I have not had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose from the couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely while I remove my gown." She shrugged her shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very excited, Rod. Having intercourse with me is the capstone of the spell of enslavement. It will seal the trance that will make you mine forever." "I won't let you do that," he objected. "I wont!" "Yes, you will. You will because I will use a drug on you that will destroy your mind's last defenses against my control. It will make you weak and permit me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug, Rod, much more so than the silly potion I put in your tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She moved back to the couch and spread her legs for him. "A drug?" Rod said skeptically, looking around for any sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that he was regaining some control of his speech and thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would creep back into his body, as the effects of the drugged tea faded. He was almost dangerous. Magnificent! She must act in time. Sabah laughed. "We succubae have been using this drug to make men ours for eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug, which can become a habit, a drug that the man instinctively knows can make him a slave to the woman who gives it to him. You know what I mean, Rod. Why do so many men resist going down on their women? They fear the power of the drug. But when a female of my kind offers a man the potion, he cannot help taking it. YOU cannot help taking it," she said, her eyes glowing into his. He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and horror. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was powerless to prevent her from opening her sex to him. He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting sight. She was beginning to tease her slit. With the other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and chest, and gently brought his face closer to her warm moist pussy. "Men allow us to drug you because you enjoy too much they way we administer it," she gloated. "Drink!" "Sabah, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled, teasing her pussy with her supple fingers as she drew his mouth slowly closer. "We give you the drug with our pussies, Rod. I secrete a mind-controlling hormone from between my legs. Drink it, Rod. It will be absorbed by your mouth when you eat me. It goes into your blood and flows to your brain. It will make you my slave. Don't make me stop, Rod. You will love the way I drug you. You will come back to me for it often. You will have to keep coming back to me again and again for additional doses." Amazingly his head moved no closer. He was struggling to break free. Sabah had never seen such force of will. It frightened her and excited her as she had never felt. She MUST have him! "Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to kiss my tits." She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on them." The languor which arose from her hand stroking his prick had spread through his body and mind, making further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand to the back of his neck and drew his face to her bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple. Now he was hers! She had rubbed her breasts with the philters and tranquilizing herbs. He was sinking quickly, his resistance gone. "Ah...that is so nice," the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with hunger and lust. "You do that very well, as I knew you would. I will teach you a thousand ways to please me. You are going to be a wonderful slave," she sighed as she pushed his head downward and released it. He needed no further guidance. His own fantasies took over as he fell to worshiping her pussy. Sabah did not have long to wait until Rod's tongue and lips found her secret self. Aroused for hours, she came quickly and filled his mouth with her cum. He licked every drop, but he didn't stop! Even with her control, she had never been able to get Charles to do this. Rod was loving her sex with an enthusiasm Sabah had never experienced. Though she didn't think it possible, Rod brought her to a second and a third orgasm. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure flood over her. Could he be the one? At last her breathing returned to normal and she moved to straddle his hips. She took his face in her hands and spoke. "Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave you. I also have a woman's needs." she guided his penis between her vaginal lips. "You have come very far, and done very well. Please me once again and I will give you the reward I have made you long for." With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles, her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her. "Best of all," she continued, leading his mind to be enveloped by hers as his manhood was swallowed within her body, "You do not have to do a thing. Just lie back, my darling, and let me work my will. Feel my pussy close around your cock. Feel it riding up and down the shaft of your manhood. You like this, don't you? Up ... and down, taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make you love it. It is so easy, rod. You love the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up ... and down ... up ... and down ... deeper and deeper. ... It is so relaxing, rod. You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..." "No, Sabah," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was drunk on her love juices, almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure of her pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of character she had seen in him from the first instant rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault. How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as she continued to rock him into submission. He looked directly at her, and accused, "You ... can't ... hypnotize ... me!" "But I can, Rod. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I already have. You started going under when you first saw me. You drifted into a medium trance while we were talking as you drank my tea, right after you came in. Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak and easy to arouse sexually. Now you are going under my spell again, deeply. Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under my control, the control you will come to crave. Now be still and let me continue." "No," he moaned vainly. "Yes, Rod. This feels too good to resist. You are getting so weak, my darling, and it feels so good to sink into my power. You are so drowsy, angel. You are struggling so hard to stay awake, my sweet. It's so tiring. Don't fight it, love. Close your eyes, my darling, and let me fuck you. Won't it be wonderful to fall asleep in my arms, rod? Let me put you into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy sex slave. You'll no longer remember your former life. You will not need to think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, Rod. I demand your all, Rod, but the rewards are great." She watched her words defeat him. She smiled as his eyes reluctantly closed and the determined expression on his face faded. "Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ... and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down .... Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper ... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice became softer and her movements accelerated as she rode him towards orgasm. "Now, my precious! Now!" He came at her command and she reached out with the immaterial part of herself, her own approaching orgasm enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on his cum. Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp did she allow a her own fourth climax to wash over her. She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she felt the ebb of power from his body to hers, re- energizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating her. Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the young man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so peacefully, so profoundly. He was hers now, but what a possession! Surprisingly, she found she actually felt strong affection for him. He was innocent yet strong. He would serve her well for many years. The service would take its toll, of course, but with proper care, for many years just the same. She had never been particularly good at caring for her men. But this one seemed special. She would see that the years would be happy ones, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving her. Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that yet, even she could not know when the time would come, ... perhaps he would be the one chosen to give her the long-desired daughter. Perhaps he already had, she thought as she snuggled against his hard young body and joined him in sleep. The End? No. The story continues in "Sabah and Rod." Comments are welcomed at [email protected]

Homer Vargas, Billy Breed, and EBC Title: Cutters Creek Part: 9 Universe: Fertile Valley MC, Mdom, humor, preg Summary: The State Superintendent sees Cutters Creek Justice in action. Redistribution: No restriction except that the story may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name and email, and request for feedback must remain intact. First Posted 02/15/04 Last Edited 02/06/04 Cutters Creek 9 (MC, Mdom, humor, preg) Homer Vargas [email protected] Ideas and text from Billy Breed and EBC Alice sat impatiently in the steamy courtroom, already starting to fidget. Apparently Ruth was letting her "preparations" in the judge's chambers with her hunky young clerk take longer than she had expected. Alice could hardly blame the horny woman; the boy had a prick like a donkey and must fuck like a dream. Her own pussy juiced at the memory of seeing that long, thick cock rapidly disappearing over and over again deep into the hungry wet cunt of his sex-addled older lover. She had seen Ruth swoon in post orgasmic pleasure when the boy unloaded his potent seed into the horny woman. Alice could understand why the judge had a baby in her tummy! Looking around, Alice noticed that the plaintiff's table was still empty, but the defendant's was already occupied by the husband -- Alice understood this was a contested divorce case -- and his lawyer. The husband, trim, muscular, handsome like all the men of Cutters Creek was looking pretty jaunty. He certainly did not lack for moral support. Behind him sat two sets of twins, two little blondes about twelve and two older ones, fourteen maybe, with red hair. The little girls were beautifully, roundly pregnant; the older girls were barely showing, but they already had a hungry infant each. Not that the babies likely to stay hungry long, not with the boobs on the still delicate bodies of their young mothers! A young blond woman perhaps in her early twenties -- Alice had been in Cutter's Creek long enough to guess she was probably the younger twins' mother -- was nursing a two-year old of her own, resting him on her own growing belly. And from the younger twins? giggles, the older twins? fawning attention, and the young woman's adoring glances at the defendant, it was pretty obvious who had put the seven babies in those five sexy tummies. Apparently there wasn't much else to do in Cutters Creek and the courtroom was filling up with curious spectators. The crowd just made the courtroom hotter and filled it with the musk of over a hundred perspiring bodies -- an odor that inevitably made Alice think about sex and her own growing horniness. Resisting the urge to finger herself, she wished she had brought one of the vibrators from her room at the Cutters Creek bed and breakfast. She noticed that quite a few of the women were sitting, fairly blessed out, with periodic shudders of delight passing over their faces. These women had not come unprepared as she had, it seemed. At last a smiling and obviously freshly-fucked Judge Ruth Finster entered the courtroom. Scores of fingers -- masculine and feminine -- were rapidly withdrawn from dozens of soupy pussies as everyone respectfully rose. Dutifully the bailiff read out the case: "Perkins vs. Perkins. Mr. Charles Perkins is represented by Asa Suggs, Esq. Mrs. Cass-An-Dra Perkins is represented by Miss Sheri -- what kinda name is Sher-Eye? -- Rollins." "I see you got your client to court, Asa. Where is this Mrs. Perkins?" Judge Finster asked. "Can't rightly say, Y'honor. I move you just dismiss this case. Don't seem right for no outlander wife to take money from a good man who needs it to feed his babies, anyhow." The older twins sitting behind Charlie Perkins burst out "That's right Judge. Charlie's plannin' on us havin' big families!" "Order in the court," Ruth gaveled. "You know I don't like divorces, Asa. I hoped we might arrange a reconciliation, but if the plaintiff doesn't appear in court ...? Suddenly two women stormed through a back door of the courtroom, both scowling. The slightly older one, a blonde and quite attractive, notwithstanding the loose-fitting business suit, wore her hair in a bun. Alice guessed she was Cassandra Perkins, the wife. The other woman, obviously Sheri Rollins, also beautiful with long flowing black hair but wore a knee -length business dress suite, was talking on a cell phone. The two took their seats. "Are you ready to proceed, Counselor?" Ruth asked. Sheri held her finger up for one minute. "Yes, Clarence, I'll be in and out of this hillbilly court today. <pause> No problem-o, schedule me for a partners meeting tomorrow." Ruth, obviously irritated, signaled the bailiff over and whispered an order. The bailiff then walked over and took the cell phone out of the lawyer's hand and gave it to the judge. Sheri opened her mouth to protest, but the judge cut her off. "Just because you come from the state capital does not mean you are exempt for courtroom etiquette, Miss Rollins. Another breech and you'll be spending a night in our county jail for misconduct." "Notwithstanding the bad manners of some people," Ruth glared at Sheri and Cassandra, "courtesy is courtesy. Bailiff Kenrs, see that two ladies have a pitcher of our cold mineral water. And keep it filled. Ruth waited until the water appeared, noting that Sheri eyed it dismissively. "It's not Perrier, Honey, but it's what we drink here," the judge admonished. Chastened, both women poured small amounts and drank. Surprised by the taste, they filled their glasses and drank heartily. Judge Finster smiled and nodded for Sheri to begin. "This divorce case should be open and shut," the young lawyer declared, a harsh tone in her voice. "My client's husband took a supposedly temporary job in Cutters Creek as a middle school teacher. Instead of returning home after the two months, he remained in the town over a year and began an adulterous cohabitation with two of his students, minors, and their families! Indeed, he has the temerity to bring them to this very courtroom!" Sheri pointed accusingly at the smiling defendant and the five happy women behind him. "Such a gross violation of the sanctity of matrimony demanded an immediate divorce and settlement of all the couple's property on her client." "Does your client have anything to say, Asa?" Asa nodded to Charlie. "Your Honor, I love my wife very much and this is all a misunderstanding. I had been trying to get her to come visit me for a long time. She finally did come unexpectedly, before I could get everything ready for her. She completely misunderstood the relationship with the young ladies who were just taking care of me and the house." "Yeah, and he tooked good care of us, too, see?" blurted one of the red-haired twins, lifting her short maternity dress to expose her pregnant tummy." "Outrageous, Your Honor!" shouted Sheri. "What more needs to be said? The obscene outburst from this underage hussy shows clearly that my client is entitled to her demands!" "Objection. The Spencer girls are not on trial, Y'Honor. The plaintiff's lawyer is just badgering them." "Sustained,? the judge said coolly. "Call your first witness, Miss Rollins." Sheri started to protest but thought better of it. Wiping perspiration from her forehead and taking another long refreshing drink of water she said, "I call Cassandra Perkins." After the swearing in, Sheri got right down to business. "Ms Perkins, would you tell the court what you found when you made a visit to your husband's residence in Cutters Creek?" "It was depraved! A Saturnaila! An orgy of the most perverse degeneracy! It was?" "Objection, Y'Honor. The witness is giving her opinion 'bout what was goin' on, not tellin' us what she saw." "Sustained. You are going to have to be more specific Mrs. Perkins," Ruth said, a sly smile escaping her lips. "Describe in detail what you saw. And since you found it 'vulgar' perhaps you should use common, Anglo-Saxon words in your description. I remind you that you swore to tell the whole truth." Cassandra blushed furiously, looked hopelessly at Sheri, took a long drink of water and began her tale. "It was late afternoon and no one was at the train station to meet me. With some difficulty I found someone to explain how to WALK to the hovel my husband was living in. At the door I stopped, hearing moaning from inside. Fearing that my husband was sick (thereby explaining why he did not pick me up at the station), I rushed right in. The sight stopped me cold in my tracks. There in the living room I saw the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed." "She ain't tellin' the juicy de-tails, Judge," Asa objected. "I do not want to instruct you again Mrs. Perkins to refrain from judgmental terms like 'disgusting.' Please stick to the facts." Defeated, Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment, took another drink of water and started again. "I found a girl, one of those," she pointed to one of the fourteen-year twins who stuck her tongue out at her, "sitting on the floor nude with her back against the foot of a long couch. The girl was breast-feeding a baby I assumed was hers. Between her outstretched legs was her twin sister on all fours performing cun ... er, eating out her sister's snatch. Her sister was also nude and while she was eating out her twin, she was also hovering over a small baby that was lying on its back. The baby was reaching up playing and also breastfeeding on the boobs that the girl was dangling overhead. The baby didn't seem to mind the milk dripping onto its face while it was playing with the thumb sized teat." Cassandra shuddered and continued. "Sitting on the couch was a nude man whose face was blocked by one of those pregnant girls," she pointed at the twelve year olds, "who were also nude. She was in his lap, impaled on his dick and riding him, facing outward. The man was reaching around the girl, feeling up her breasts and swollen belly. Like two rutting animals, they also had their legs spread apart and, crammed between them, was the other blond girl. She was lapping the place where the man and girl were joined. Each time the riding girl rose up and then down, a loud squishing sound would erupt and the lapping girl would dive in at all of the fluids that were leaking out of fucking girl." "It was then I broke from my shock and screamed for everyone to stop. Only then did the man on the couch look around the girl thrashing in his lap and I saw it was my husband!" "In the middle of the commotion, that woman," Cassandra pointed to the younger twins' mother, "walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing nothing but a skimpy apron and high heels, carrying a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade. 'Charlie, honey, you and the girls is gonna need some refreshment if you keep that up,' she said as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on." "Then she noticed me and asked who I was. I told her indignantly I was Charles's lawful wife. She just grinned and said, 'Welcome, ma'am. You're one lucky woman. We're just Charles's natural wives, but your Charlie here sure can fuck! And he don't shoot no blanks neither." I must have looked at her quizzically and she patted her belly and said, "I was so proud when he put babies first into my nieces Polly and Molly and then even into my little Jennie and Nanny -- pert near the first time he did 'em, too -- I talked Pa into letting him give me a baby, too.'" "At that point I stormed out with my luggage to the nearest motel. I could hear the moaning start up as soon as I walked out. The animals inside obviously couldn't control themselves." Ruth almost admonished Cassandra again about her language, but just allowed Sheri to call her next witness. "Miss Lucy Spencer. May I remind you that you have sworn to tell the truth?" "Sure, Ma'am. I always tells the truth." "Good. Are you the mother of those girls?" she asked, pointing at the blonde twins. "Yes, Ma'am. Ain't they pretty? Specially with their baby bellies!" Sheri ignored this. "Mrs. Perkins testified that you seemed to approve of your daughters and nieces living with Charlie Perkins and 'takin' car of him and the house.' Would you tell the court how you five whor' er how the five of you came to live with Mr. Perkins?" "How can I 'tell the court?' The court ain't got ears?" The young woman asked innocently. Guffaws broke the silence of the courtroom. "I mean, tell everybody in the courtroom." Shari replied icily. "Oh, sure, Ma'am. Well Charlie was spendin' so much time driving between the MaCabe's cabin to fuck Polly and Molly and then over to Ma and Pa's to fuck me and my girls, it just made more sense for us to all move in with him. That way we could all get fucked more often with less work on poor Charlie. 'Sides," she admitted, "I saw Ma giving him the eye and I didn't want to share him any more'n I already was. 'Tween my girls and my nieces, he hardly had time to fuck me more'n two or three times a day over at Ma and Pa's place. I love Ma and Pa and all, but I just needed more cock than that, Ma'am. You're a woman; I'm sure you understand." "Hardly!" Shari gasped. "Uh... maybe you could you just start from the beginning, anyway?" "Sure 'nuf, Ma'am. I first heard about Mr. Perkins, Charlie, cause he's the 7th grade teacher for my sister May's oldest daughters. That's Polly and Molly, like I said. Well, you know how girls that age are. They've already gotten babies from their Pa or their brothers, maybe an uncle r two, but at that age they start to get interested in BOYS! And all the little girls in Charlie's class were goin' ape over a sexy outlander man in town without a woman." "Do you mean that Mr. Perkins did not disclose that he was married?" "Oh, I guess ever'body knowed he was married, but they could see he didn't have his own woman with him, givin' him what ever' man needs, so the girls figgered he was 'up for grabs.' They were on him like flies, doing all the things little girls do at that age to get fucked, running around without panties, flashing him their hairless little cunnies, bumping him with their newly developed tits. But my Polly and Molly were smart. They had heard that outlanders are not used to fucking little girls and that he wouldn't be horny enough to do it for two or three weeks, so they just pretended to be serious students and didn't join in the teasing. 'Sides, they had to make sure they made their move at the right time for them, too." "When their time was right they showed up at his room after school one Friday afternoon. They said his eyes bulged when he saw them in their little cheerleader cunni-skirts and big boobs on their little bodies, jigglin' braless under their short tops. But that's not all the little scamps were countin' on. They'd just come from cheerleadin' practice and the prancin' and jumpin' and flashin' their pussies had both the girls worked up. I can tell you, the girl juice of a horny teen pussy gives off a real aroma! So when they stood on both sides of him with their thin blouses plastered to their sweaty young boobies, ole Charlie didn't stand a chance," she giggled. "Before they got through asking some phony question about their homework, they saw Charlie's prick get big and hard in his pants." "'Oh Mr. Perkins, is that for us?' Molly said reaching down to rub Charlie's hard-on." "'We were afraid you didn't LIKE little girls,?' Polly added as her hand joined her sister's. 'You ain't been fucking none of us?'" "'Girls! Polly, Molly, please stop that. I..?'" "'Why should we stop, Mr. Perkins? Nobody's showed you how Cutters Creek girls make a man feel welcome.' Molly said as her sister unbuttoned Charlie's pants." "'Well? Welcome?' Charlie sputtered." "'Sure Mr. Perkins,' Polly told him 'the Reverend says that a good girl should respect her elders and welcome his seed into her body every day.' She done pushed Molly's head down onto Charlie's rod, now that it was stiff enough to stick out of his pants. 'It'd be an honor to welcome our teacher the proper way.' Charlie was a fussin, but he sure didn't stop Molly from suckin him hard. Molly stood up real proud that she was able to get him goin enuf that she could taste a tad of spunk already. He protested that it ain't proper to touch girls that way, but Polly bein the older one said it aint proper lettin his wild willy go uncovered like that. Charlie agreed, and said that it should be covered right away. He just didn't understand HOW she was planin to cover it. My little Polly took his agreement as approval and hopped into his lap, she said he done slid all the way up her cunny in the first thrust. He was worried that he hurt her and asked if she ever done it before. Molly just laughed and told our silly Charlie that they both do it everyday with their dad and all weekend long with their dad and uncle, my pa." "Charlie was still objectin with his mouth but argreein with his hips as he bucked into Polly while she rode him. He asked sum'tin silly like if their ma would get mad about them doin' that with their dad or doin' him. Polly was too far gone thrasin in his lap with one of her big old squirty climaxes cumin on to answer anything strait. Molly just told him that their ma would be mad if they didn't help release pa every day and do the lord's work by makin' as many babies as possible like the preacher teaches all of us. Shucks, their ma's always braggin' about how those two girls can get a guy to fire off more times that most gals their age. Anyway, Polly's cunny clamps down like a raccoon trap when she cums and squirts like a garden hose, so when she started there was no way Charlie wasn't gonna go off himself." "Polly was proud as a prize hen that she got a load in her from her new teacher and Molly noticed that it must have been a long time for poor old Charlie, he was still rock hard, even with stream of jizz running out of his pecker hole. So she jumped aboard and Polly just shut up Charlie by stickin her boobs in his face for him to suck on. They told him afterwards that they could all go back to their house and their ma would let him fuck all day if they wanted!" "Charlie was such a ninny back then that he got scared, but Polly and Molly both lickin him to attention was changin his ways. When they told him that their ma would be so proud to have a teacher's baby in the family that she would even suck him hard after bangin' the girls so he could be sure to fill im up all weekend long." "Well, after gettin' fucked by those two little minxes there in the schoolroom, Charlie was in a kinda daze and let the girls guide him to his car. Molly drove while Polly sat in his lap with his prick up in her and letting him suck her tits. When they got him home they took him to their room to spend the weekend fucking him some more. Bob and Eileen were so happy their daughters had landed the new teacher and knowing it was the right time of the month for them to make babies, they just shut the bedroom door and brought them food and lots of our good Spirit Springs water all weekend, sure that by Monday morning their daughters would be making babies again." "I guess Charlie was a little bit embarrassed to be fucking two of his students, but he didn't stop goin' home with them every day. Maybe he was a little afraid when he found out in a couple of weeks that he had made them both preggers, but Bob and Eileen told him they were real happy their girls to welcome him to Cutters Creek by giving him babies. Eileen was so happy she took him aside one afternoon and told him she was about ready for another baby and though it would be a good joke on Bob if Charlie put this on in her. He tried to object, but had no better luck with the mom than with the daughters and soon Eileen had a pussy full of Charlie's baby making sunk. Still Charlie tried to keep it quiet, but it didn't do no good. You know little girls, liking to brag when they've got a new boy fucking 'em. They just had to tell my girls." "Well once Janny and Nanny found out not only that their 'big cousins' had their teacher fucking them but that they were going to have his babies too, my girls just had to do the same thing. They begged and begged 'til one weekend Polly and Molly let 'em come over for a 'sleepover' with Charlie. They said he was a little bashful, but when he saw all four of 'em nekkid, Molly eating Jenny and Polly eatin't Nanny and telling Charlie how good and juicy their little cunnies were and how he could probab'ly put a baby in those tight little bellies that night, his cock just took over and he fucked 'em again and again. Well, 'fore you know it my babies were knocked up with babies of their own. Then, when I saw my little girls with the beginnings of a cute little tummy bulge I was so happy I just had to let Charlie give me one too, purdy soon after we moved in with him, like I said." "Is there sumpin' wrong for a woman to want to stay close to the man that gave her the baby she's carryin' in her belly?" Sheri just shook her head and motioned the young woman to step down. Alice noticed that shocked young lawyer was almost in a sex daze from hearing the story. If fact, she thought she could see a thin stream of pussy juice running down her stockinged leg. Glancing over at Cassandra, she noticed the story had had a similar effect on the wife, who was fingering herself. Ruth had noticed this as well. "If you have no further questions, Counselor, I suggest you sit down before you spoil our carpet." Blinking and blushing furiously, Shari, leaking girl juice, scurried to the wooden bench beside Cassandra. Calling the bailiff over she said, "Cassias, can you turn these fans up higher? It's gittin' purdy hot in here, 'specially after Mrs. Perkins's and Lucy's testimonies. I think we'd better all take a little break. I notice some of us are getting a little antsy in the pantsy," she grinned. Alice could hardly believe the judge was calling a recess so she could go out to get laid, but it was understandable. That's sure what she would do, if she had a hard young dick waiting for her the way Ruth did. She could tell from the sighs of relief from the other women in the room, they felt the same way as the judge, even the ones she was sure had vibrators. Alice followed Ruth to the judge's chambers. Muttering, "God, that bitch made me horny," the moment Ruth walked through the door, she lifted her robe and jumped the nude young aid waiting for her in her chair and started riding him like crazy. "That 's it you little fucker! Give it to me good with that fat woman pleaser of yours. Shit I needed this!" Alice offered to leave them in peace. "Don't bother. I just need to get off a couple of times. I know how to hurry him up." she grinned. "Come on, Jethro, baby. Mommy's pussy needs her little boy's cock. You like putting it into your Mommy's horny cunt, don't you sweetie?" From the way the lad groaned, Alice guessed this was a familiar game. "But you better be careful not to go shootin' Mommy full of your potent boy juice, y'hear? You know Mommy is fertile. If you're not careful you could make a baby in your Mommy. You don't want to make Mommy pregnant do you? You wouldn't want to come in Mommy and make Mommy's belly big with your bastard baby, would you?" The boy only grunted and slammed into the teasing woman more vigorously. "Oh, you bad boy! You're not only fucking your Mommy, you're tryin' to put a baby in her too!" Immediately the boy began to moan and grunt and the judge let out an ear-piercing yelp. Catching her breath after a second climax, the judge stood up and straightened her robe as if nothing happened. "Sorry about that, Alice but hearing about Charlie putting babies first into those MaCabe twins and then those adorable little Spencer girls AND their pretty young mother, just got me hotter than a brush fire in August. Now that I've got a pussy full of fresh spunk, I can think straight again. Let me help you out." Before Alice could react Ruth was on her hands and knees pushing her tongue into Alice's admittedly needy pussy. Seeing his older lover with her ass so provocatively displayed, the boy grasped the judge by the hips and began to ram his cock into her all over again, pumping another load of spunk into the judge just as her tongue brought Alice to a delicious climax. ***** On return to the courtroom a relieved Alice saw Cassandra and Sheri obediently waiting at their table, their water pitchers empty. Somehow, they looked different, no longer quite so hard and sure of themselves. They were fidgeting distractedly. Charlie, Asa, and the women, however are still on recess. "Cassius, better go round up the defendant. He's re-cessed enough, I reckon," Ruth chuckled. Eventually the bailiff returned with a slightly glassy-eyed Charles and a pretty happy Asa with the smiling gals in tow. Alice noticed that the mother was helping the two younger twins zip up the back of their dresses while the older pair tried to fix their mussed hair and manage the squirming babies in their arms at the same time. They'd had the harder ride, from the looks of it. One was wearing a man's shirt without buttons that was tied up under her hefty cleavage. The other's shirt looked like in might be inside out. The mother, when done with the younger girls, wiped something from her forehead, smelled her hand, and grinned. Offering her hand to the nearest daughter, she let the girl suck her fingers. Her twin leaned forward and also started sucking on Mommy's fingers alongside her sister. The twins had licked their Mother's hand clean and switched to French kissing each other when the judge called order in the court. Alice forced herself to focus her attention on the trail as it started up again. "Well, I hope we are all feeling better. I sure as Hell am," the judge grinned. "Asa, your witness." After a second's shuffling papers (and a quick glance at the exposed breasts of the MaCabe twins who were nursing their babies again and licking their lips) Asa called the now somewhat confused-looking Cassandra back to the witness stand. "I ask you to recall your testimony, Mrs. Perkins. During the scene you described, did you see anyone in bodily pain at my client's residence?" Asa asked mildly. "Pain? Well, no," Cassandra admitted. "Was anyone suffering? In mental anguish?" "No." "Did the persons involved, just maybe, appear to be enjoying themselves?" Asa grinned. "Enjoying them selves? Gee, I guess. It was, what do you call it, an orgy in there. Everyone but the mother was having sex! That's wrong, isn't it?" Asa cocked a brow and smiled. "It depends, Cassandra. You found your husband and these ladies at home having a good time, not harming any one and yet you became angry and left?" "Not doing any harm? My husband was CHEATING on me with four school girls and her!" Cassandra almost sobbed. "Cheatin' you say? Now that's a mighty serious charge," Asa harrumphed. "I don't know what you city folks mean by 'cheatin,' but here in Cutters Creek we mean using sneaky, low-down tricks to take sumpin' 'way from somebody it rightly b'longs to." "That's exactly what I mean. My husband was having, had been having, sex with those girls. He's not supposed to have sex with anyone but me." "Oh, I understand. You were frustrated to see my client's big hard dick up in the pretty little cunt of the girl, when you wanted it in yours?" "Of course I didn't! And I was furious, not 'frustrated.'" "You mean you did NOT want your husband's dick in you?" "No!" "And because you didn't want to get fucked you didn't strip down and try to get him to fuck you instead of the girl?" "Of course not!" "Then seems to me he weren't takin' nothin' 'way from you that was yours. So he waddn't cheatin!'" "But I've always been faithful to him. That was no way to repay me." "Tell me, Miz Perkins, have you ever considered that your way of being 'faithful' might have driven him to 'cheat?'" "I object!" Sheri declared springing to her feet so quickly she spilled part of the large bottle of water she had been drinking. "Overruled," the judge said quickly, "I want to see where the defense is going with this." Cassandra took another long swallow from her own bottle of water then answered, "I don't see what I could have done to cause my husband to take to cavorting with four school girls. I've always been a good wife." "Hmmm a 'good wife.' I suppose you know, then, what it takes for a woman to be a 'good wife.'" "Of course I do!" "May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, is the way you are dressed now, typical for you?" "Yes," she admitted cautiously. "Did your husband specifically ask you to wear loose-fitting trousers, bulky sweaters and flats?" "Well, no. If he had his way, I would be dressed all the time in short tight skirts, frilly, see-through blouses, and high heels," Cassandra replied as if to name the hateful garments was argument enough. "And as far as you know your husband is healthy and has normal eyesight?" "Yes, but I don't see the point of..?" "Mrs. Perkins, may I say you have a spectacular figure." Judge Finster gaveled Cassandra's lawyer back to her seat before the indignant young attorney could object. "You had to realize the effect your refusing to show off your body would having on a healthy male. Was that being a 'good wife?'" "I don't see what the way I dress has to do with it," Cassandra replied uncertainly. "You don't? May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, do you posses a tank top?" "Of course not!" she replied. "Only whores wear such things." This affirmation did not go down well with a substantial number of women in the courtroom wearing tank tops. "A see-through blouse?" "Don't be absurd! "Do you ever go without a bra?" "Do I look like hussy?" the indignant wife spat back. "Have you never thought was a shame it was to cover up such big beautiful ti-, er I mean you must realize how frustrating it was for your husband when you dress in such unrevealing clothes. Does that sound like a "good wife?'" The young wife squirmed in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic and looked toward her lawyer for support, but Sheri was absent mindfully sucking on her Mont Blanc, moving the pen in and out of her mouth. "I don't see how wearing sensible clothes is not being a 'good wife.'" The lawyer turned to face the courtroom and said, "The plaintiff wants you to believe she is ignorant about what a torment it is for a healthy man to see his 'good wife's sexy body hidden from him and others." A sympathetic moan went up from the onlookers. "Objection, your honor" Sheri interjected, quickly putting away the pen. "I see no purpose in this line of question except to embarrass my client." "Your honor," responded Asa, "the plaintiff has affirmed she is a "good wife.' I am attempting to show that the witness has no conception of what it means to be a 'good wife.'" "Objection overruled," Judge Finster smiled, enjoying seeing the uptight young woman put on the spot. "Mrs. Perkins, do you ever purchase clothes for your husband?" "Of course. I buy his shirts, ties, trousers, everything. I have to make sure he looks professional." "And does he always agree with these purchases?" "Well, no. If I left it to him, he would buy the most garish ties and loud shirts." A murmur from men wearing purple shirts with yellow polka dots and red and green ties rippled through the sultry air. "And did your husband ever purchase garments for you or make known his preferences in the clothes you purchased?" "Well, only the usual things. He used to bring home ridiculously revealing night wear and obscene lingerie; I always took it back of course. He was a typical male pig! If I'd followed his suggestions, I'd be tarted up in culi-skirts, six inch heels, brightly painted finger and toenails, bangles, anklets and loopy earrings. I'd look like a prostitute!" Sheri cringed at this outburst, much as she sympathized, as Cassandra was describing most of the women in the courtroom. "I see," concluded Asa. "You insist that your husband follow your taste in his clothes, but as a 'good wife' you refuse to accommodate his preferences in your attire. May we turn to socializing. Did you and your husband go out a lot as a couple?" Cassandra paused, not liking this line of questioning. "No, not often," she admitted. "And was this because your husband didn't want to take you out? I understand that is a common complaint from outland women." "Well, no. He wanted to go out all the time, but he had totally inappropriate ideas of what was proper for married couples." "I see! The plaintiff is an expert not only in being a 'good wife', but also in what is and is not 'proper' for married couples, perhaps she could elaborate," Asa smirked. Cassandra glanced around nervously. This wasn't going as she had expected. Shari had the pen back in her mouth. "Well, he wanted... to go for candlelight dinners and dancing and parties -- but his only reason was to get me hot. All he really wanted to do was have SEX all the time!" she concluded in a huff. Asa turned back to Cassandra with a little smirk. "Very interesting, Mrs. Perkins, how often does a 'good wife' have sex with her husband?" "What?" Cassandra shouted standing up. "That's none of your damn business!" The judge rapped her gavel stoutly and said, "Counsel is trying to determine the level of frustration your husband might have be suffering. Answer the question!" Cassandra looked to her lawyer, clearly in search of direction. But her lawyer was sitting limply with her eyes closed sucking on her pen as if resigned to losing the case. "I' I guess I let him have a normal amount of sex under the circumstances, about once a month." Another collective gasp was heard throughout the courtroom. "Well, after a while he didn't complain much, at least until he started working in Cutter's Creek. When he came for visits, he was obsessed; he wanted it all the time, every DAY, sometimes more!" Even Cassandra could see that this revelation didn't win her much sympathy. "I HAD to start dressing more conservatively or he would have been pestering me for sex every time I turned around." "Well who can blame him with the pretty ass you've?" Ruth gaveled Asa to silence even as she smiled. A wave of mutters ran through the crowd. "A frigid bitch, and with those tits!" she heard a man in the front row grumble. Speaking of tits, Alice noticed the distraught wife had removed her jacket. The heat of the courtroom, or could it be something else, Alice thought, must be getting the better of her. Her lawyer had done the same. It was clear their nipples were hard, looking like thumbs sticking out of melons under their blouses. The judge leaned down from her bench and fixed Cassandra with an icy frown. "Do you mean to tell me that you have been denying your husband sex and then you blame HIM for getting a little on the side?" The judge looked scandalized. "Don't you realize healthy men need sex several times a day?" "Huh? Several times?" Cassandra was having trouble concentrating. "How long have you been married, Mrs. Perkins?" Asa asked, resuming his questioning. "Four years." "And how many children do you have?" "We have no children." "You may not have none, sister, but our Charlie does. Two nursin' and five more in the oven!" the twins' mother burst out, patting her tummy. "Order!" Ruth gaveled, but smiled at the indignant young woman. "Don't talk out of turn Lucy," she admonished in a kindly voice. "Do you have some medical condition that prevents you from conceiving?" Asa asked. "Objection!" Sheri shouted. "That's prying." "Not at all Y'honor. I reckon we can see that Charlie wants to have babies -- a bunch, I guess," Asa chuckled. "And he don't have no trouble getting'em from the looks of it." The courtroom broke out with cheers and whistles. "Order!!!" "I'm trying to find out if the failure of his 'good wife' to give him a houseful of babies like men want is a result of a medical condition," Asa explained. "Witness will answer the question." Ruth smirked. Sheri's hands lingered over her bosom while she listened to Asa question Cassandra. It looked to Alice like Sheri was mindlessly rubbing her breasts. Cassandra shook her head, took a drink of water and replied, "No, I have no medical condition to prevent conception. In fact, I'm extraordinarily fertile and must take extreme precautions to avoid pregnancy. I've been on the Pill since we were married and I always insist that my husband use a condom. Limiting sex to my infertile periods once a month also helps insure that no 'accidents' happen." "Let the record show that the witness resorts not only to chemical, but also mechanical means to keep from gittin' knocked up. The witness admits she refuses to bear children for her husband!" An astonished gasp ran through the courtroom. "How could I NOT refuse?" Cassandra exploded. "I have a career to consider." "A career?" Asa declared. "Well wanting to contribute to the family income is well and good, but surely you realize that a woman's first obligation to a man is to bear as many children as her husband wishes. I can see that you marital problems stem from your own problems with your body young lady." Asa turned in exasperation to the judge. Y'honor, I've changed my mind. We will not oppose this divorce. We only ask for a reasonable property settlement. My client will settle for a modest monthly sum to help with child rearing expenses." "Now hold on, Asa!" Charlie interjected "I can't do that. It's all or nothing, Asa." The judge shook her head at Cassandra. "I should ALLOW you to divorce your husband. You don't deserve such a loving, horny, virile, and sexy man who, fortunately, has found women who appreciate him. But I am going to take compassion on you, Mrs. Perkins. I believe you were genuinely ignorant of your husband's needs, your own duty as a 'good wife' to fulfill them, and the pleasure you would receive thereby. Therefore, I'm giving you one last opportunity to reconcile with your longsuffering husband. If you insist on divorce, however, I must grant it." Now Asa was shocked. Sheri suddenly beamed. "Opportunity?" Cassandra asked, confused. Alice could see that the water the woman had been drinking throughout the trial had taken its toll. She now seemed distracted again, moving her thighs together. Alice knew the feeling and she had the hard tongue of the judge's clerk in HER horny twat at recess. She could imagine what Cassandra must be going through. "Yes, Mrs. Perkins, I will give you the opportunity to demonstrate that you even having learned what men need, you remain unwilling to passionately satisfy the normal demands of a husband for sex. Mr. Perkins, please drop your pants and approach the plaintiff's table." "My God! You can't expect me to..." "No. I'll allow a full reconciliation to be consummated later. Right now, I just want to see how determined you are on this divorce." Ruth Finster nodded to Charlie Perkins. "I am determined, but..?" Grinning, Charlie took his nine-inch dong out of her pants he approached his wife. "No, no! Not that! No decent woman could ..." Cassandra paused, staring at the huge male organ just inches in front of her eyes. "get that in..." She was staring in fascination at her husband's cock, several times larger than she had ever seen it before. "Don't do it Cassy! It's disgusting. They're all perverts here!" Sheri shouted. "Would somebody shut that silly bitch up?" exclaimed the judge. "Anything you say, Your Honor," a sheriff's deputy replied, springing to his feet and whipping out his prick. "No ... Mmppgh," came from Sheri's mouth as a large hard cock slipped between the lips of the flailing young lawyer. The commotion had not registered with Cassandra, who was staring transfixed at the cock before her, pre-come forming at its tip. "...in... in her mouth," the young wife said as if in a dream. "Sure you can, Cassy, baby. Just kiss it. It's leaking love juice for you. Just suck me hard; we can start getting your pregnant later," Charlie replied with a tenderness that brought a tear to Judge Finster's eye. How noble, she thought; despite all the frustration his wife had caused him, Charlie still loveed her enough not only to let her suck his cock, but to give her a baby. "Suck? Pregnant?" Slowly, Cassandra raised her hand, grasped her husband's penis, and drew it to her mouth. The courtroom erupted with applause. To be continued. Comments please to [email protected]

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Pearls Before Wine (MC, Fdom, preg) By Deedee and Homer Vargas [[email protected]] "The invading army of a small Queendom gets a pleasant surprise." PEARLS BEFORE WINE Queen Fanuta smiled wryly as she looked up from the parchment in her hand. The messenger who brought it offered to interpret it into her language, but she had no need of translation. She read and spoke Corthon almost as well as she did her own Nurian. Her mother who had been Queen before her had seen to that by giving her the son of her Corthon slave, one of her many lovers, as her playmate and later as her own first boy. "Our neighbors to the North are ambitious, my dear. One day they may come calling. I want thee want to give them a 'proper' reception." The carefully scripted words on parchment indicated that day she and her people had been preparing for had now arrived. She re-read the brief document. * Honored Fanuta, Queen of the Nurians. Hail! Marius Portius, Emperor of Cortho sends thee greetings. Fame of the richness and splendor of thy realm, Nuria, has spread far beyond thy frontiers. It has come to my Imperial Knowledge that many enemies covet the prize of thy land. I, Marius Portius offer thee the protective embrace of Cortho. Within the fold of my Empire, Nuria would be safe from the predators which round about her compass as wolves about the defenseless lamb. Thy ascent to our gracious offer cannot be doubted. In three days my armies will be at thy frontiers. In three more, at thy gates. Open then, the gates of Nuria to Cortho, as a maiden to her betrothed. Make ready a banquet for the nuptials of our kingdoms. Hail! Ah! The insolence of the Corthon Emperor! "Safe from predators?" Indeed! The lamb that has been eaten need fear the wolf no more. "The nuptials?" Speak clearly, Marius! Thou meanest the subjugation of Nuria, our absorption as yet another province of the Corthon Empire, another source of gold and women. "No, Marius," she smiled. "Nuria will not be an appendage to thy Empire. Nuria will fight thee, nay, vanquish thee as we did the Thrussians and the Sirtaphs before thee," she smiled, "and thou wiltst never know the battle has already begun." Fanuta clapped her hands. "Run, Rini," she said to her serving girl, "call the High Priestess Dolphia and the other priestess from the Goddess's temple. I would see them in council." They had six days to prepare a banquet. More than enough for a night Marius and his men would never remember! * "Everything will be done, My Queen, even as thou hast spoken," Dolphia smiled confidently. "One of my priestess will be at each officer's side to lighten his heart. The praetorians will be similarly entertained. I will accompany mighty Aldos the Strategeon. And of course Marius Portius is thine, My Queen." "What of the lesser officers and men who will not be at the banquet?" Fanuta asked. "The women of the city have been informed, My Queen, and are more than equal to that pleasant chore," Dolphia chuckled. "After all, we keep our husbands and brothers happily tamed and they KNOW our wiles. A few thousand foreign soldiers will be in no mood to be troublesome that night, even without the Zuma we will infuse in their officers' wine." "The Zuma, have we enough?" Fanuta inquired. "Enough and to spare," spoke up Munira, Dolphia's deputy. "The women of Azunia were so grateful for our assistance in putting down the revolt of their men that they have supplied us with seventeen cartloads of the finest leaf. Thy temple priestesses even now are extracting the essence in abundance. In two days hence we shall have enough Zuma to tame several barbarian armies," the young woman concluded proudly. Gassara stepped forward scowling. Towering over the priestess and even the Queen, the Captain of the guard commanded respect. "Do not underestimate these barbarians, my sisters. They are not like the soft and weak-minded Nurian men. Their custom is to take pleasure from women, not allow themselves to be pleasured. And my spies tell me of a custom that makes them not so easy prey. Corthon men refuse to drink from a woman's self. Nor will they take a nipple into the mouth. They believe this to be penetration by the woman and that a man must never be penetrated. So, my sisters, ye shall not be able to drug them with the Zuma-rich fluids of your sex," Gassara concluded. "This is grave news, My Queen," spoke Dolphia. "The Zuma in wine makes a man's mind soft and open to a woman's words, but only his worship at her temple makes him fully her own." "Fear not, my sisters," Fanuta replied. "These Corthons have never met women like ye. What a man thinks and believes in the cool bright air of Cortho, may be very different in the warm thick vapors of a Nurian bedchamber. Somehow I doubt they will know the difference between taking their pleasure and merely receiving it, when ye make their semen to boil up inside ye. As for the city women, give each a pitcher of wine for her "guest." It will do our work even though the woman understand not the power of Zuma. Go now and adorn yourselves, my lovelies. Let us make our visitors glad they have come before they regret it -- if they ever do," she added, to the gathered women's giggles. * Dressed in the finest of diaphanous silks that hid nothing of her full breasts and large dark nipples, queen Fanuta watched the triumphant entrance of Marius and his officer into the palace precincts. Siting proudly upright she faced the Emperor as he slowly approached her portable throne. Her eyes fell on his narrow hips and broad shoulders. Glancing over at Dolphia, she smiled, wondering if the High priestess was making a similar appraisal of the rugged Strategeon. She could not refrain from comparing these beautiful specimens of males to the nobles of her court. She noticed Marius's large powerful hands and feet. "Large feet, large ..." she mused. None of the men in her kingdom, delightful as they were with their practiced worship, measured up. Before handing the realm over to her, Fanuta's mother had insisted she should produce a daughter as heir as soon as possible, but Fanuta dreaded allowing herself to be made fat with the child of an effete son of one of the scheming baronesses who coveted her crown. Least of all Utafi. "This light-skinned barbarian may serve me in other ways as well," she caught herself thinking. "And my priestesses." Fanuta knew that Dolphia's and Munira's almost constant night play was more frustration with their pretty-boy mates than real predilection for women on their part. Indeed, the extended visit of the barbarian army could be "very fruitful." Rising to meet him, Fanuta was aware of a growing wetness between her legs. "... In sum, My Lord Emperor, I, Fanuta of Nuria welcome thee and thy men to our city. Even thought we cannot conclude any treaty or high business of state with ye during Thirteenth Moon Festival, we wish ye to remain as our guests throughout the celebrations. In honor of the happy visit of thy Imperial Majesty we offer ye the toast of "Pearls before Wine." Hail! At her word, the woman at each officer's side reached to her necklace and quickly removed one of the many pearls that adorned her neck. Fanuta did the same and before the astonished eyes of Marius dropped the shining pearl into his wine flagon as did all the other women. "What hast thou done, Queen Fanuta?" Marius asked. "The pearls will dissolve in the wine; their beauty lost to the world for ever." "Not lost, My Lord Emperor, transformed into thy further glory and of thy warriors," she replied. "And to cover the first taste of the Zuma," she discretely refrained from adding. After a few droughts, the tongue no longer detected the bitterness of the essence. "Now let the banquet begin!" Fanuta smiled, raising her goblet in toast. The feast proceeded as planned with platter after platter of delicacies, the flesh of exotic animals, fruits unknown in Cortho's colder climes, seafood from Nuria's southern coasts. Each dish was prepared with just a little more spice than necessary and Marius and his men partook liberally of the wine that never ran short. If they had been more attentive, they would have noticed that their flagons were refilled from different pitchers than those of their smiling tablemates. But the men's attention was already elsewhere. Except for campfollowers, none of the men had been with a woman in weeks, certainly none like the exotic beauties now at their side: high cheekbones, gleaming ebony-smooth skin, hair that hung in hundred of tiny plaits interwoven with silver and copper-hue threads. The eyes of the men were assaulted with images of voluptuous black bodies, breasts that pushed against the flimsy upper body ties, bare waspish waists, and ample womanly hips. "The hospitality of Thy Highness surpasses even the fame of thy beauty," Marius said and he toasted Fanuta yet again. "My Lord is too kind to the Queen of a small people," Fanuta replied with downcast eyes, but she read in Marius's gaze more that mere flattery. He was smitten. As well he should be. Her garment was of sheerest silk and wound so as to display her dark breasts. After the first goblet of wine, his eyes seldom traveled far from them except to gaze deeply into her dark eyes. Fanuta noticed a massive bulge beginning to show itself beneath his tunic. That was good; she had plans for it. By the time she finished softening it, Marius would have taken the first steps to his eventual enslavement. It had been a day of surprises for the tired Emperor. Fanuta smiled, remembering her powerful visitor's amazement when he first saw her. Apparently, his intelligence had not informed him to expect a woman of her age and with her beauty -- and black! Nor was he prepared to be greeted in capitaline Corthon without the whistled "s" that betrayed his own provincial origin. The luxury of the banquet brought further amazement and she watched with amusement as Marius's face reflected the gradual shift from arrogance to mere contempt, to acceptance, to admiration, and now fascination with his scantily clad hostess. As the night wore on, a large torchfire was lighted in the center of the couches. Marius and his men reclined around the circle and pretty, flirty serving girls continued to bring around plates of food and flagons of wine. The torch burned down and a pounding drumbeat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loincloths barely covered their provocative little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat. Fanuta saw her women tittle and whisper to their delighted guests, making sure their wineglasses remained filled. The men grew tipsy and boisterous as their tablemates teased them. Seeing that all was in readiness, she gave the signal. Suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, each man's companion leapt into the circle and positioned herself, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a temple priestess began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum. The officers were riveted by the swaying of the women's hips and bouncing breasts, none more than Marius himself by Fanuta. She was taller and heavier and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Marius could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared too, at the shining, flashing disk. As the dance accelerated, each woman inched closer to her prey, forcing him to look up at an uncomfortable angle at those wonderfully round, bouncing boobs. The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Slowly, Marius and his men were falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed!" Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares became glassy, their bright blue eyes growing dim. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had begun to slowly stoke their rigid cocks. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect! Yet Fanuta noticed a bit of light creep back into Marius's gaze. He was a strong man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Even Aldos was lying cradled in the arms of the busty Dolphia, placidly nursing her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile as she stroked his face. His own aide-de-camp's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of Munira who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Marius couldn't see who in the dim torchlight -- were lying with their tunics up around their waists, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm. Like a lonely, cornered animal, Marius instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. Fanuta looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Her nostrils flared to think of the powerful mind as well as body that soon would be hers. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Marius with the force of an assagai. She watched Marius fighting the powerful aroma of her rank, dripping love slit. Marius was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was staring straight ahead, straight at the wet, bushy cunt in front of his eyes. Fanuta was looking down at the big man, aroused but amused. She could see him weakening; subject to the one instinct she knew that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust. In a desperate effort as if to ward off the enchantment, Marius brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him, enough perhaps to push away the tempting vision that held him fast. He stretched forth his hand and -- with a lunge, grabbed Fanuta's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch. A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the barbarian leader went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to the couch placed nearby for that purpose. As Marius lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his hardened prick. * At an early-morning meeting of her Council, Fanuta looked around at six contented, if somewhat tired and disheveled women around the mahogany table. "Did all go as well as your faces tell me?" Fanuta asked. "Indeed, My Queen," reported Dolphia. "The men are all still sleeping. A whisperer is with each filling his mind with lustful thoughts. She has at hand a sleeping potion if her charge should stir. Not one will not leave our beds until he is our slave." "No, Dolphia. I do not desire them to be taken thus. If our foreign guests disappear into our palace to quickly, the remaining troops may become restless. Remember, our sisters in the city can only entertain the army. They are not skilled in the use of Zuma and we cannot let them use it in the powerful mixtures as we do. It can be many months before the soldiers are so besotted with Zuma and soft bodies as no longer to prove dangerous to us." "What then wouldst thou have us do, My Queen?" Dolphia frowned. "Our spell upon them is well begun. Shall we now allow our captives to slip from between our fingers -- and our thighs?" Dolphia added with a chuckle. "Nay, my clever minions," Fanuta replied with a smile. "Our new foreign friends will not escape from your skilled hands or your lusty loins. It is a foolish fisherman who pulls hard on the line when the fish has just begun to nibble. Play with your fish until your hook is deep into his mind. For now allow him to awake each morning with memories of a night of unspeakably intense sex. I trust ye had no difficulty with that 'chore.'" "It is even as thou sayest!" Munira blurted out causing the older women to giggle at her enthusiasm. "Lucas may be a barbarian, but he is skilled in wielding his manly weapon. I have never passed such a night before. He brought me unto a woman's pleasure nigh unto a dozen times." "'Lucas' is it?" Fanuta teased her young companion. "Methinks were it not for the Zuma in the drink of the Emperor's aide-de-camp, thou wouldst be in HIS thrall." Munira blushed and the other women tittered before Fanuta continued. "'Tis well, Munira. Cortho is our enemy, not Lucas. Take thy pleasure from the youth, Munira. Thy sisters did the same. Their quarters are not so far from mind that I did not hear THEIR cries last night." Fanuta looked around grinning at the other women whose embarrassed silence confirmed her words. "I did even so with the Emperor. His weapon is long and thick, but fortunately I have a sheath that is the equal of it." All the women smiled and nodded. "We want our guests to tarry long with us. Let's make their stay here a pleasant one. I shortly will be awakening the Emperor Marius with a delightful surprise. Do ye likewise. Later today I shall be showing him the sights of our beautiful city. But I do not doubt he will wish to share my bed again tonight. In fact I suspect he will not wish to wait that long to drink again from my womanhood and allow me to melt the steel of his weapon in my furnace. If anyone should venture to the Generalife gardens about dusk this evening," she grinned, "please do not let thyself be seen." * Fanuta judged well when her captive would awaken and she was at his side when his eyes fluttered open. "What...? Where... Oh, my head!" Marius moaned. Then he saw the beautiful young black woman smiling down at him. "Good morning, My Lord, the Emperor," Fanuta smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. "OH, my head!" the Emperor moaned. "What? What happened? "I fear thou didst partake too liberally of our Nurian wine. As for later ... Surely My Lord has not forgotten last night. I never shall! My Lord was magnificent!" Fanuta's flattery was purposeful, but not insincere. She had indeed come many times on the barbarian's thick cock. The Zuma weakened only his will; it fortified and stimulated his body. "Thou didst slay me with thy spear and gladly was I slain! Never has any man filled me as didst Thou. Aye! My Lord!" she gasped, her eyes widening in partial surprise, "I scarce can believe my eyes! Thy weapon is again ready for battle." Marius winced at her words. Fanuta knew he was well aware of his erection, an inevitable result of seeing her firm breast just inches before him. Aware, but not pleased at that moment. As his large penis throbbed to life, so his head throbbed with pain. He moaned again, partly with arousal, partly the ache in his forehead. "I feel thy pain, My Lord. Here, take this potion; it will assuage thy torment." Marius shook his head, "'Tis nothing," Fanuta smiled and persisted, pressing a goblet she had prepared to his lips. It was sweet to his tongue and he drank. "Yes, My Lord, drink it all. It will cause thee to sleep and thy pain to cease." "Sleep again? But I have just awakened. The day is well begun. My officials will expect me at noon for Council," Marius protested. "Ah my brave, noble Lord," Fanuta smiled. "Do not concern thyself for them. Thou didst not battle alone last nigh. I heard Aldos slay Dolphia many times, last not long before dawn. The Council can wait." "Nay, Queen Fanuta. Duty is everything for a Corthon. We cannot allow the weakness of the flesh to deflect us from our appointed tasks." "It is as I feared, My Lord. Thy strong will is preventing the potion from giving thee its balm. Rest thy head on my bosom and I will make thee to sleep." "I must ... not" Marius replied, struggling not to pillow his head on the Queen's perfect breasts. Fanuta could see the potion beginning to make his eyes heavy. It was time to take him one step further. "My Lord, it is thy weapon, drawn and ready for battle that does not allow the to sleep. Let us battle again as we did last night, thy sword and my sheath. Gladly would I have thee conquer me again!" And before the drowsy and aroused Emperor could react, Fanuta had straddled him and positioned her moist cunt lips at the tip of Marius's engorged cock. "The sheath of thy sword awaits thee, My Lord." "Fanuta! No! This cannot be! A Corthon man never allows a woman to ..." A gasp cut short his words and Fanuta lowered herself over the helpless man's stiff cock. Slowly as first she began to ride him. "Speak no more, My Lord. Let me ease thy pain. Aye, Thy manhood dost please me mightily. Yea, My Lord, thrust deep and I will please thee, too. Deep, My Lord, my sleepy Lord. Loose the hold on thy body, My Lord. Let me take thee deep. Release thyself into me, My Lord, deep into me, deeper and thou wilst sleep. Release, My Lord and sleep. Release ...release ...RELEASE!" Fanuta had felt his orgasm building and his consciousness sunk beneath her whispered words. With a final twist of her shapely hips and a clinching of her cunt muscles she triggered his climax. Surprisingly, the flood of his hot seed released an irresistible warmth within her and she collapsed on his hairy heaving chest. It was several long moments before she was again in control of herself, but no harm was done. The Emperor was safely entranced a faint smile on his face. Amazingly, his thick cock was only now deflating. Fanuta let herself relax a few more minutes in the Emperor's strong, though now limp, arms. She was aware that his penis still dammed up her pussy, not allowing his thick sperm to drain out of her. It was a pleasant sensation and stirred a feeling of tenderness for her imperial captive. Her pussy twitched at the thought of what could result if they continued to "battle" thus if she were incautious. Since she had become a woman, her mother had taught her to drink a potion of Mea every morning on three weeks of each four. "Do so and THOU canst decide when and with whom to have a child, not thy need for a man's organ," her mother had advised with a knowing smile. Fanuta had done so as did most of the elite of the Nurian women. Now she was beginning to wonder if after twenty-five springs, if the time was not approaching to put in practice the other part of her mother's advice. * The treaty as accession was to be signed on the first day of the month after the New Moon festival. The rains had ceased, yet the harsh dry heat of summer had not yet come upon the land. The sun shone merely warm on the lush landscape around them. The treaty was being signed on the portico of the temple of the Goddess overlooking the newly whitewashed city below and the green valley beyond. Originally scheduled for the fourth hour, the ceremony had to be postponed until noon, as Marius and his men had greater difficulty than usual in arising from the soft beds and softer arms in which they slept. Now all was in readiness as Queen Fanuta and her council of priestesses met Marius and his council of warriors. An official of Corthon palace protocol would have been surprise that rather than sitting on opposite sides of the long table, Corthons and Nurians sat side by side. Yet is seemed quite appropriates to the participants, who only an hour or so earlier had been entwined in each other's arms. The formal toasts over, Marius arose to speak. Fanuta smiled reflecting that unlike the banquet a month ago, no pearls were needed to disguise the Zuma in the wine. The men no longer noticed the drug and indeed, would have felt quite uncomfortable were it not supplied. "Queen Fanuta," Marius said, trying to sound severe with the woman whose bed he had so recently shared. "There appear to be some changes in the treaty. It was carefully considered by the Corthon Senate and drafted by our lawyers." "Aye, My Lord. I asked that a few clarifying words be added in the spirit of thy invitation to join the Corthon Empire. Thou didst ask us to 'open our gates as a maiden does to her betrothed.' I believe My Lord will agree that we have opened more than our gates." The men looked embarrassed as the women at their side snuggled closer. "But this treaty states that no legions, save the Emperor's guard will be posted in thy land," Marius pointed out. "True, My Lord. Now that we are wedded to the Empire, no enemy will dare attack. Thy legions will be freed to defend thy northern marches. We can deal with raiders as always." "Aye, My Queen, but internal order?" "Does the bridegroom send armed servants to watch over his bride, My Lord? I dared hope My Lord would do his own watching." Marius was not sure if it was and accident, but at that moment his eyes fell on Fanuta's ample breast and he could not suppress a noticeable stiffing of his prick. "But my Queen, soon I will return to Cortho. Business in the capital demands it." "Speak not of departure, My Lord. The marriage of Nuria to Cortho is but consummated and the honeymoon is not yet begun. Stay yet the season. Surely thou dost not wish to return to Cortho just as the cold rains and bitter winds of the North sweep thy capital." "But the Senate will be expecting a report and the first tribute." "Report the plain truth; the capital is wherever the Emperor lays his head. Do not thy own laws say thus? As for gifts, My Lord, with thy permission, I shall send each Senator, Tribune, Praetor, and Pontifex the finest fruit of our land, a Nurian maiden for to wife with a rich dowry." Fanuta smiled at her words. Yes, the Nurian women would take dowries that included many large flasks of Zuma essence. Perhaps next year when their new wives became homesick for their native land, a goodly number of Senators and other high officials would join their emperor in Cortho's new Southern capital. At each clever reply, Fanuta saw the Zuma-addled heads of the Corthons nod ascent. "Set thy had to the treaty, My Lord, and let the marriage celebrations begin." She smiled over that the Emperor who was gazing at her almost in adoration. As she placed a quill in his hand her other hand found his manhood beneath his tunic and gently squeezed. Marius's doubts and objections floated away. He certainly did not want to feel the miserable cold of a Corthon winter. Less did he wish to leave the bed of this delightful woman who filled his nights and days with pleasure beyond his previous imaginings. Carefully appended the initials to the document - C. I. M: Corthun Imperator Marius. The heat of the dry season arrived making it difficult for Marius to conduct Imperial business around mid-day. Not that he conducted very much at other times. Marius held Imperial court personally only during mornings, mornings that grew shorter and shorter as the Emperor, exhausted by long, vigorous sessions of lovemaking with Fanuta, arose later and later. Marius was introduced to the delightful custom of siesta after the mid-day meal, a custom made more delightful still by Fanuta's company in bed. He took his meals with Fanuta and so it was quite convenient for her to lead him to her bedchamber. There beneath pukahs moved by beautiful servant girls Fanuta let his suckle her breasts until he was moaning with arousal and the send him to sleep by riding him to a volcanic climax that left him almost comatose. Marius did not realize it, but more and more Imperial affairs were transacted in his name by Fanuta and her court. She now wore the imperial Signet. It had been thus since the arrival of the Santhian Ambassador. News had reached Marius in Fanuta's chamber just after a long slow siesta fuck that, as usual, had left the Emperor quite drowsy. Fanuta gave his eyelids a little kiss and offered to attend to the matter. It had not seemed proper, but Marius was just too sleepy to refuse his lively young bedmate, who slipped off his ring and scurried to great the visiting dignitary. Marius never remembered to ask that she return it. A couple of times he started to speak about it, but Fanuta was feeling amorous and soon the Emperor was on his getting a marvelous fuck. As Fanuta spent more and more time on Imperial business, she introduced Marius to her servants to keep him sated and happy. His vanity stroked by being told he was "too much man for one woman," Marius accepted them into his bed during the long afternoons. It was difficult to satisfy so many pretty women, but he tried. As the summer drought burned the landscape to dull brown, a challenge arose. The wild tribes of Zaria in the West were causing increasing trouble. A decisive blow was called for, but Fanuta did not wish to rouse the Emperor from the lethargy she had crafted. The danger, she decided, could become an opportunity and set a plan in motion. Several weeks later a messenger reached the palace with news from the frontier and Fanuta was summoned. Leaving the Emperor in the post coital bliss of an early morning ride, she rose and persuaded the messenger that he should refresh himself before delivering the message to the Emperor. The young man's "refreshment" in the arms of two temple priestesses gave Fanuta time to complete preparations. She arranged for the messenger, exhausted by the priestesses, to stumble into the imperial chambers just after the Emperor had come most satisfyingly in his royal lover's warm wet pussy. "Grave news, sire! The Zarians have attacked Quoma. The Nurian defenders fled and the women were taken away." Fanuta smiled secretly. The Zarians had taken the bait. A few years with Nurian wives would tame the tribe, but meanwhile for form's sake, they must be chastised. "Villainy!" roared the Emperor, trying to arise from the couch. Guards! Bring my armor. <gasp> Bring my sword." The unaccustomed exertion told on the Emperor who was growing flabby from too much food, wine, and sleepy lovemaking. "Do not concern thyself with the Zarian raiders, My Lord," Fanuta smiled and pushed another goblet of wine into Marius's limp hand. "I shall deal with these swine in thy name. Thou hast more important matters to attend." "My Queen, it is not meet that thou shouldst deal with affairs of state while I remain always within the palace. Of what 'more important matters' dost thou speak?" "The most important matter of all, My Lord," Fanuta smiled. "I have brought thee the daughter of a powerful prince and if I err not, she is ripe this night for thy potent seed." "What? Thou wouldst that I remain behind to bed a foreign wench while thou leadest our soldiers into battle?" "The woman is Mai-te, from the Chen, My Lord. Make her womb swell with thy child, and another kingdom will be mine, er, thine." "Can I not service her another day? I would smash these insolent Zarians with mine own strong hand!" "Strong it is, My Lord, but stronger still the weapon thou wieldest here, in thy loins! Lo, I feel it stir mightily!" the wily woman said, placing her hand on Marius's cock. "Fa -nu -ta!" he groaned. "Yeah, My Lord, the sword of thy strength is ready. Plunge it into her belly and make her thine." The Queen clapped three times and two serving girls led in a tall dark beauty with almond eyes, fighting to break free. "Look on her My Lord. See the proud breasts, breasts that thou wilst make heavy with milk to give suckle to thine offspring. See the wide hips that shall bear thy child. Is she not comely? Aye! Thy sword leapeth in mine hand." "But is this not the one brought in chains, but days ago? Did she not cry aloud that she would never consent to be my concubine?" Marius asked, unable to take his eyes from the gorgeous woman. "Indeed she is, My Lord, but she is but a woman. Her mind is weak and her body is susceptible to the potions and philters of thy priestesses and enchantresses. She has been with them for these days. Now she burns with lust for thee. Even now her temple weeps with the joyful anticipation of thy manhood. Lie with her until the new moon and thy seed will find its fertile field. Her belly will grow fat with the fruit of thy loins." "But Fanuta, Th-The..." he swallowed as his eyes feasted on the scarcely clad maiden in front of him, unable to formulate his sentence. "Zarian raiders?" Fanuta finished his implied question. "My Lord, surely thou wilts not let this beautiful flower wither on account of a few Zarians who are foolish enough to defy thee." The queen lifted one of the thin veils that barely hid the young woman's charms. Her olive skin contrasted with the alabaster thighs of her imperial captive. "My Lord, thy humble servant will deal with and rid us of this Zarian nuisance. Thy kingdom and thy people need the issues of thy potent loins to remain strong." With a tap of her hand, she made the writhing young woman spread her thighs a little. "Behold My Lord, this ready vessel. The high priestess assures us she has never born fruit. At Thy command my serving girls will ready her that thou mightest pour her full of thy potent liquor. "But how knowest, my Queen, that the time draweth nigh for conception? Perchance we shall return and she be yet ready." "Ah, my proud Lord! I am a woman and I know the signs of a woman's body when it crieth out for child, but verily, I pray thee, prove my words." Fanuta nodded to the woman. "Shew thy readiness to My Lord, wench!" she commanded. The servants released the writhing girl and Marius suddenly realized her struggles had not been to escape, but to fling herself on HIM. In a twinkling, she had flown to the couch where Marius reclined and had thrust her pussy into his face. Without thinking Marius drew her to him and began to lick the copious fluids that leaked from her vagina. Fanuta smiled as she saw Marius loose himself between the young woman's ample thighs. "Taste and prove, but carefully, My Lord, lest the potions she has been given affect thee, too. Do not drink too deeply of her flowing fount or the desire to breed will overtake thee as it has her." Even as Marius ate the aroused woman, Fanuta was slowly stoking him. "Aye! "Thy sword is drawn and ready. My Lord is too generous to his concubine, to pleasure her in this way. Wouldst My Lord make her come with thy powerful tongue? Lo! A woman's pleasure is upon her! Her cup overfloweth. Drink it not My Lord!" The Emperor's enchantment was too deep to heed Fanuta's ironic warning. As the woman's cum squirted onto the helpless man's face, the crafty Fanuta she gave his cock a final jerk and made him erupt into her hand. "Ah, My Lord, my generous Lord! Thou hast spent thyself giving pleasure to this foreign woman. Even if thou willest, thou canst not now accompany thy troops as we smite the Zarians. I perceive that slumber overtaketh thee. Thy concubine is similarly spent. Sleep with her, My Lord. Take her this night and every night 'til my return. Fill her with thy efficacious seed and make her grow heavy with thy child." Marius looked up at Fanuta through sated eyes, almost pleading. "Do not speak My Sweet Lord. I know thy eyes grow heavy. Thou wilst sleep and I will go. And when I return, the woman will shew forth the fullness of thy handiwork. Thou wilst breed her well, My Lord. But now thou must sleep. Sleep deeply, My Lord. Thine eyes close softly. Thy thoughts are scattered and drift away from thee. Sleep, My Lord. Sleep." Fanuta smiled again as the woman gathered Marius's head to her breasts and he began to suck softly. The woman looked up at Fanuta who winked. This clever foreign prostitute Fanuta had procured would keep the silly man happily occupied for the next several weeks, she thought. Several more weeks of drinking her drugged wine and eating her potion-laced food would keep her imperial "guest" too drowsy and horny to think about anything but this and other nubile women in the harem Fanuta had carefully assembled for him. Each was an enchantress in her own right, skilled in enflaming the lust of any man and using that lust to keep his will soft and pliable. Fanuta herself had taught Marius to allow a woman to mount him, pacify him with her pussy and draw forth his sperm, sating him with sleepy pleasure. As Marius lay abed letting one woman after another drain and enervate him with pleasure, Fanuta would gather the reins of power to herself. Soon the Empire would be hers alone! Just one more thing was needed. * Several weeks later it was a self-satisfied Fanuta who presided over the Great Council. One after another the reports had all been favorable. The Zarians had been chased back over the border feeling lucky the Nuri-Crothon troops had not pursued them to recover the abducted women. She imagined what kind of homecoming the Nurian women had prepared. Nothing more would be heard from Zaria raiders; that was sure. Messages had arrived telling of the success of the Nurian maidens sent to Cortho. Each had quickly become a cherished favorite of her new husband without raising the ire of the first wife. As the Zuma increased the stamina as well as the malleability of the Corthon men, the first wives found they were getting fucked better and more often than before the Nurian girl arrived. The Senate hardly met any more; with two horny women at home, Senators had better things to do. In most households both the Nurian and the Corthon wife were pregnant. The Corthon foot soldiers were being rapidly absorbed as second husbands for the women in the environs of the capital, although some of the city women sent their former mates back to their elder sisters, preferring the imported to the domestic product. Most of the Corthons had been farmers before being forced into the army and would probably have been quite happy to stay even if without having a woman who wanted to fuck two or three times a day. Surprisingly, the Corthons were able to introduce several new crops and farming techniques that meant greater agricultural output. The extra food would be quite welcome as most of the Nurians with new Corthon husbands were now found with child. As Marius, Aldos and the other Corthon officials lost interest in matters of state -- for months their sleeping ears had been filled by whisperers making them forget such things -- their captors encouraged them to become more physically active. Fanuta and the other women enjoyed going to the stadium and watch their men wrestle, sprint, broad jump, throw javelins and shoot bows, each cheering excitedly for her bedmate. Fanuta was pleased that her Marius was seldom bested except by Aldos, and that only in wrestling, where the Strategeon's greater bulk made him invincible. "In sum, Nuria had never been more prosperous or more secure. Nuria is, to all intents and purposes, the capital of an Empire that is Corthon only in name. The minnow has swallowed the frog. There is but one thing more that we can do to seal our place at the head of the Empire. I, myself, have already taken this final step," the Queen stated proudly. "The choice is yours, but for several weeks *I* no longer partake the daily draught of Mea." A little titter went around the table. "I may have softened and blunted the Emperor's will, but I can report that his sword remains rigid and sharp," the Queen announced with a little smirk. "About the time of next Thirteenth Moon Festive, I will bear the Emperor's child!" Fanuta paused and looked around; then she frowned. She was expecting a reaction: surprise, jubilation, outrage; instead Council appeared merely pleased. Dolphia saw the Queen's consternation and smiled. "We share thy joy, My Queen, but not thy caution." "My caution? Why I have allowed the Emperor..." "We well know what thou hast allowed the Emperor," the High Priestess smirked. "But thou art not the first." "What?" "My Queen, I am with child since the night of the treaty ceremony, although Aldos does not yet know it," Dolphia announced. "Lucas and I are expecting before the rains resume. Behold!" Munira stood, lifted her short tunic and displayed to everyone the first signs of her delightful bulge. "I wanted his child from the first night I made him lie with me." One by one the other Council members nodded and rubbed their bellies. "Even I, My Queen," Gassara smiled at last. "Although in truth I cannot say which of the Praetorian Guards is the father. As a precaution, I have taken the whole lot for my household!" This announcement at last brought the gasps of amazement Fanuta had expected at her own. Although irked at being upstaged by her followers, surrounded by so many happy women, she could not remain angry. "Well," the Queen laughed, "It seems we need to arrange quickly for a joint marriage ceremony, lest we cause scandal." "There will be scandal enough as it is, My Queen, when thou and thy entire Council present their swollen bellies before the alter of the Goddess where an equally pregnant High Priestess will meet them," chuckled Dolphia. "Enough? Oh, perhaps not," the Queen replied with a mischievous grin. "I can think of something else to set the gossips' tongues wagging." No one dared ask, although the Queen's broad smile harbored no threat. "Now that we have gotten ourselves with child, we can begin to share the fathers to be. Methinks Munira is not the only one to have admired fair Lucas," she grinned, glancing at Dolphia who looked embarrassed, "and, too, I would prove the mettle of Aldos sword," the queen smiled again. "Perchance for a few nights my cries will disturb the High Priestess's sleep, as for months hers have mine." The End? Comments, please to: Homer Vargas, [email protected]

============================================================== T H E H O M E R V A R G A S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pur- sued by the "hounds from hell," or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ============================================================== Terri By Homer Vargas and Terry [email protected] *** Terri's friend turns her on... to her son. (M/F, F/F, inc, preg) *** [Much of this story was related to me by Terry who wanted me to write a story about "Terri," but she disappeared before it was finished. I hope she likes it.] I'll admit this is my fault, though not all my fault. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken advantage of Howard in high school. I know that will sound strange. His brains and family connections marked Howard for success even then. I could see that as soon as I transferred to his school. I had to go live with my grandmother when my mother ran a way with a lover who got her pregnant, a man young enough to be her son. I guess I had inherited Mom's sex drive. I had been fucking since I had dressed up like a kinderslut and enticed one of Dad's friends to do me at 14. I'd had plenty of boys in my old school and I liked doing it. I could have continued screwing in Robert E. Lee High, too, but some kind of female animal cunning, told me this was my chance to escape marriage to a trucker or construction worker. (I had a weakness for the big macho types who could fuck my brains out but I wanted the big house and fancy clothes I saw in magazines.) It wasn't a conscious plan I was only 16 but I knew, even if I could not have expressed it, that Howard was my ticket out of the lower middle class. Lee High was full of rich bitches who were more interested in hanging on the arm of a hunk football player (though the price was pulling down their Victoria Secret panties, spreading their professionally waxed legs, and fucking like little minxes) than in landing a marriage partner. They had plenty of time in to college to do that! So no halfway pretty girl would pay any attention to a boy who was 5'5" and slightly pudgy like Howard. I didn't have nice clothes, but I was at least a pretty as any of the rich bitches and I had a killer body even then. I had no problem making Howard's head spin. Remember, this is me, a 35 year old housewife telling you this story. I didn't think I was being as manipulative as I now see that I was. Sixteen-year-old Terri Dyer was genuinely thrilled that a "nice boy" like Howard Archer wanted to date her. Since he was "nice," I knew I had to act like a "nice girl," too. We were a couple by Christmas of our junior year. The Junior-Senior prom was the first time that Howard touched my breast (with a bit of encouragement from me.) I wanted sex, but I was smart enough to stick close to Howard and wait. Over that summer I visited Dad and found guy at his construction site to fuck the daylights out of me like I had been missing. It was a good thing I had not stopped renewing my birth control prescription. He was a no-condom guy and worked hard at keeping my teen pussy full of his spunk. In my senior year I was back to technical celibacy. Sex with Howard progressed to me giving him hand jobs and letting him play with my pussy. When Howard started applying for universities, things got tense; it was obvious that Grandma could not afford to send me away to school. I didn't want to loose Howard and did what I had to do. At New Years, I went off the Pill. I also started dressing a little hotter when we went on dates, letting Howard see more of my legs and tits, which had developed nicely in the last two years. I really was in love with him and I figured right that I could get him to go all the way with me at the party after the Senior Prom. It wasn't a bad fuck, considering. He had an average dick and he was certainly enthusiastic about putting it in his steady girlfriend. I even had a decent orgasm. Howard had clumsily put on a condom, but it didn't do him any good. I had slathered myself with baby oil and the rubber was in tatters when he pulled out. Howard was apologetic and nervous, but I told him not to worry, I wasn't at my most fertile time. I was, not that it mattered. If I weren't, I would have made it happen some other night. I waited until after missing my second period to tell him I was pregnant. Grandma and Howard's Catholic parents were upset and I pretended to be, but there was no question but that Howard would marry me. I moved in with the Archers the first year while Howard was in college and my belly expanded. My darling John arrived on Valentine's Day. The year with Howard's parents was hard. They were too sophisticated to say it in so many words, but it was clear they thought I was a trashy gold-digger. And I missed sex even when he came to visit. Howard was one of those men that is squeamish about fucking a pregnant woman even though I wanted it more that ever, if that's possible. He wouldn't even play with me and I'd never been able to get him to eat me. For the rest of Howard's college years we lived in apartments near his school. They were the best years of our marriage. Howard was sailing through school and then Law School and we did not lack for money. We fucked every chance we got, which was plenty. John was a trouble-free baby and there were plenty of young women to take care of him if Howard and I wanted to go out. At first Howard couldn't keep his hands off me (and his cock out of me). His parents hatedand I secretly loved them hating it our noisy lovemaking whenever Howard and I went home for a visit. I am naturally a screamer when I come and I made no efforts to control myself. The looks I got from "Mother Archer" were poisonous and Howard's dad was clearly envious as hell. One time when Howard's sister Caitlin and her husband were visiting when Howard came home, they got to hear a three orgasm night. Caitlin was just as snooty the next morning as her mother but Reggie looked at me like a piece of raw meat. After John was born, Howard's parents were keen that I not "burden him" another baby and I agreed that his college years were not a good time. They had me go on this Norplant stuff because I guess they thought I was too stupid or conniving to take the Pill. It must have worked or I'd have been knocked up no telling how many times before John graduated, the way we fucked. Unfortunately his ardor cooled pretty quickly. By the time he passed the bar, I was down to no more than one fuck a week, and not happy about it. After John started working for this big law firm and his folks saw how being a "family man" with a beautiful wife was an asset for him, they changed their mind about babies. They still didn't like ME, but decided I was OK as a brood mare for Howard. They started dropping hints about it being time for Howard "to be a father again," as they put it. I wanted more children (Mom had let her young stud make her pregnant three more times after splitting with Dad), but their attitude and Howard's lack of enthusiasm in the sack really put me off. I pretended to go along but decided I would NOT get pregnant again, partly to spite my in-laws. By then I was half pissed at Howard, too, for not pounding me, making me come so hard I didn't know or care if he was making me pregnant. I had the Norplant removed but started using an IUD without telling anybody. Some of Howard's and my our increasingly infrequent session of lovemaking would have coincided with my fertile periods so I pretended to be surprised that he wasn't knocking me up, but there was little chance. I even had myself checked told him the half truth; that I was very fertile. This left Howard and the family to conclude that is was his sperm count. I don't think he was really upset. The babies were more his Mom's idea than his. I was starting to loose respect for him, notwithstanding the money he was pulling down. For several years I had to make do for sex with Howard and my secret collection of vibrators and dildos. Then I found Eve, or rather she found me. Eve was about my age, an equally unsatisfied wife in our upscale neighborhood. One afternoon I was at her house, drinking wine and let on feeling sorry for myself about not getting laid more often. She was very sympathetic, telling me how pretty and sexy I was, how she envied my large, firm breasts. Somehow it seemed to make sense to let her take off my blouse to see me better. And then she was kissing me and touching me and not just my breasts. I felt her hand slide up under my skirt, but I was too turned on to stop her. By then she had me laid out on the couch, kissing and nibbling my breasts as she slipped off my panties and began playing with my sex in earnest. When her tongue and lips brought me to that first girl-girl orgasm, a new world opened for me. I knew it would never take the place of cock, but I loved what Eve could do to me and what I soon learned to do for her. From them on, we spent many happy hours with our faces in each other's pussies. It was Eve, in fact, who encouraged me find other men to give me the fucking I needed. I started going with Eve to a bar out of town to dance. Nothing attracts men like two hot chicks dancing with each other. We never had to buy our own drinks. <giggle> One night Eve was off in a corner letting some guy suck her tits while I was dancing and drinking with his buddy. He was a few years younger than me, but funny and hansom, and hung. He was in construction or something and had a faint scent of muscular toil about him: the kind of guy that always makes me wet. Our dancing turned into grinding, and before I know it, he had me in the back seat of his truck fucking me like a madman. Then we continued at his apartment for most of the night. I never really looked back. It sounds like a clich, but I started getting it from my tennis instructor, my personal trainer, and an assortment of gardeners, plumbers, and some very lucky delivery boys. Eve was doing the same; it was so easy in our neighborhood. Once at a Christmas party I was dancing with one of Howard's partners. He had been drinking and put his hands on my ass and told me he always wanted me. I played the game and told him I could never; I had just been drinking and flirting. He was just about humping me by the end of the dance and I was turned on. I playfully slapped him and asked him to show me the house. He just about yanked my arm off getting me away from the dancers and down a dark hall. As soon as he closed the door to his office, he was all over me. I moaned that it was not right, and he should not take advantage of me because I was drinking. He wasn't buying it and soon I was naked from the waist down and he was licking me till I came while pulling his hair. He climbed on me and I begged him to stop. When his cock went in me, I stopped pretending to resist and started begging for it and cumming all over his cock. He was a real stud. I let him fuck me him pretty often after that because he knew how to give a woman what she needs. ***** Sorry if this getting long and kinda off the point, but you need to know who I am for the rest of this to make sense. Don't get the wrong idea; I was running around, but I was still a good wife to Howard who was getting all the sex HE wanted and a very good Mommy to John who was turning from a cute little boy into a handsome young man. He was the kind of kid everyone took to and after puberty, a boy that girls went crazy over. Who could blame them; my son is a hunk. He joined the football team and started working out at 15. At 18 he is a lean and muscular 6'1'' and the captain of the team. It's kind of hard for a mother to accept, but it was obvious that he was fucking all the cheerleaders and any other girl he wants. I just wanted to scratch their eyes out. Still, it was Eve, as usual, that started the ball rolling in a new direction. It was getting late one afternoon and we'd spent a wonderful hour or so in bed. I was "complaining" (half bragging, really) about my son's prowess with girls when Eve brought me up short. "It's not just girls, you know," she smiled mysteriously. "What?" "You know Edwina Hart?" "Sure, she's John's AP math teacher... No!" Eve flashed one of her sexiest, grins. "Yes. Seems her husband came home early one day and found his forty- year old wife years with her legs wrapped around your son's back, humping him and crying and begging him to keep fucking her. He was so intimidated by John he just stood and watched." "But... she... She's..." "Pregnant. And diamonds to donuts she didn't get that sexy bulge from her husband. I'd heard they couldn't have children because he's sterile." I was stunned. "Pretty sexy, huh? Edwina Hart, a married woman and a respectable school teacher so in lust with one of her students your son she lets him knock her up!" I must have been gaping because Eve laughed and continued. "I wonder how it started." She paused and got this far-away smile. "I guess she'd hit that age -- like you and me -- where she just needed more sex than hubby could give her, especially the wimp she's married to." Eve's face was prettily evil as she spun out her fantasy. "Week after week she'd see him in class, unable to keep her eyes off his crotch, getting a little wet, wondering what it would be like. At some point John would have noticed and it became their secret game. She started wearing sexier clothes and let him peek up her skirt on days when she went without panties. He would adjust his package and grin at her. In the afternoons, she would rush home wet and masturbate, thinking about him." "I wonder if she made the first move or did he?" Eve mused. "It doesn't matter. It was during an after school conference. One minute they were talking about functional forms and the next her tongue was down his throat. Like the cocksman he is, he was feeling her breasts and driving her crazy. After bringing her to one orgasm on his fingers, she didn't resist when he pulled down her panties and took her on the desk, having to hold his hand over her mouth to keep her cries from giving them away." "She probably felt guilty and fucked her husband that night for all she was worth, but all she could think about was your son and his big cock, ramming in her, stretching her, filling her.... Oh my God! She had been so excited she didn't think to make him use a condom. What if he had...!" "That did it! The thought of her belly swelling with the baby of a well-hung high-school boy sent her over the edge. She came hard, screaming like a banshee, climaxing like never before with her husband. Her pussy clamped down on his inferior prick and he squirted in a bit of watery sperm that she couldn't even feel. She lied to him that he had excited her, but when he rolled off of her and was snoring, she cried herself to sleep." "She told herself it wouldn't happen again, but five minutes after the next time John came to her after school, she was on her back on the same desk, her panties around her ankles and her skirt rucked up around her waist and John's bare cock deep in her spasming pussy. Realizing then that she couldn't live without his cock, she started asking John over to her house to fuck her senseless as often as she could get him there." "Eve, stop!" I gasped. My heart was pounding. "Why?" she asked, playing dumb. "Does thinking about how John fucked his math teacher turn you on?" "Eve, please!" "Fucked her with his big cock until she needed it so bad she let him make her pregnant!" "Eve!" I whined. "Is that what you're thinking about Terri? Thinking about getting John's hard young cock in you and letting your son shoot you full of his potent baby juice?" She didn't give me the chance to lie and deny it. Her hand found my burning pussy. "This pussy says you are," she laughed. "You're swamp down there, girl! Well, it's not going to happen today, so better let me help calm you down before you go home." ***** That was the start of where I am now. To say I looked at John differently after Eve told me how my son had made is math teacher pregnant would be an understatement. Instead of my little boy, even my big handsome young man, I now saw a stud. And I reacted as I react to studs: being around him made me horny as hell and a little crazy. For example, we had a big snow storm here not long after that afternoon with Eve. Schools were closed so John was around the house. I spent the day walking around in a lavender tank top (no bra) that was tight as my skin. The cold made my nipples hard. On my hips I wore just a green micro mini and a matching green thong. It made John crazy, like I hoped. We watched a couple of movies under a blanket. I threw my legs over his lap. I could feel his cock as I moved them from time to time. I know he got several views. But I didn't want to go too far, too fast. I was trying to play it cool at least till his father would be gone for a week. Eve was bubbling with excitement when I told her about my hot "snow day" with John. "I'll bet he's jacked off thinking about that green thong and the wet Mommy pussy under it every nigh he's not out making some other MILF pregnant," she laughed. "Think about him running his lotion-slick hand up and down his cock, his eyes closed and moaning, 'Oh, Mom, Mom, you're fucking me so good. Mom, you're making me come in you... Agggg.' And a milk carton of thick white sperm shoots out of his pee-hole, thick white sperm you wish were shooting into your hot Mommy pussy!" "Eve! Don't say that. I was just having some fun with him. I'm not going to FUCK him." "Yes you are. You're seducing him, making him crazy with lust for you. When you move in, he'll be helpless and Mommy will get what she wants: her son's hard thick cock in her." "No, Eve. You're wrong." "I'm right. You're gonna fuck him and I know why." "Because I'm an oversexed housewife?" I grinned. "Well, yeah, that, too," she laughed. "But mainly you're gonna fuck him so he'll get you pregnant." "No!!! I could never do that." "Sure you could. Howard would just think he'd gotten lucky again after all these years. And the old biological clock is ticking. You know you want babies. And John is the smartest, studliest man you know. It wouldn't take him long to put a beautiful, strong, bright baby in your tummy. And you'd be super sexy pregnant, your belly getting big and tight, those beautiful breasts filling up with milk. You'd be so horny Howard, John and I together couldn't keep you satisfied," she laughed again. Her obscene words had me hotter than a branding iron and without realizing it, I hand my hand down my waistband fingering myself. "Hey, that's my job," Even said diving between my legs. I didn't argue with her anymore that day. ****** I still was not sure what I was going to do, but I knew I had a serious case of the hots for my son. Several days later Howard, John, and I went to Boston to look at colleges even though he is only a junior. (He's a year older than most kids in his class because when he was 5, I couldn't bear letting him go to kindergarten, so I kept him back a year.) We decided to stay over Thursday night and when we got back to the hotel, I wanted to change. I had worn borderline slut clothes incase I needed to seduce an admissions officer, but I found most were women and from the way they looked at Jon, I knew he'd be admitted anywhere he wanted. I was very horny from seeing those young guys on campus and decided to go for a dip. My husband had no interest so it was just John and me. It was nearly dark and the large indoor pool area was deserted. John looked so very hot in his baggy trunks and sculpted body. It wasn't hard to see the bulge I'd been wet for. I had on a small black string bikini. I got in the hot tube while John went for a swim. I got so turned on watching him I started playing with myself. I was so into myself I didn't notice when he approached until almost too late. Did he see his mother playing with her pussy? Could he have guessed why? John got into the hot tub with me before I could get any release. We talked about the school and him leaving. I told Him how much I would miss him and how I felt old. "You're not old, Mom." "I sure feel that way when I see your girlfriends. I'm jealous of their hot young bodies." "Mom you have nothing to be jealous of. They can't hold a candle to you." "That's sweet, honey?" "No, it is true. Guys stare at you wherever we go. All my friends have the hots for you." "Well that is so nice of you to say, but you father has no interest in me and I guess my self-confidence has suffered." "Well he must be crazy. If you weren't my mom you would be in trouble. "If only you weren't my son," I said and leaned in to give him a peak on the cheek. "You are so sweet." I placed my hand on his chest lifted my leg across his lap. I could feel he was hard as a rock. I smiled. "Did I do that to you?" He turned red. "Yes, mom you look great in that..." His voice trailed off as he looked at my breasts. "I'm sorry baby, I said. "I didn't mean to tease you." "I'm not sorry, Mom. I wish you'd dress like that more often." "Maybe I would if you always reacted like that," I giggled. I rubbed my leg back and forth. "I guess I can't leave you like this. If you promise not to tell I can help you with that," I said, nibbling his ear. I slid my hand down over his cock and started rubbing him. He just moaned. "I'm sorry I can't do more but I am you mother," I whispered and slid my hand in his trunks, and started playing with his head and worked up to jerking him off, slowly at first, then faster and faster while sucking on his neck and ears. "You are so sexy, baby. So much bigger than your dad. I wish I could have you!" That was enough. He came violently, squirting an incredible quantity of cum in the water. I shuddered, thinking what that much potent young sperm could do in my fertile pussy. I stroked him slowly till he came down to earth and kissed him like a lover. "We'd better get back honey. We don't what your dad to get suspicious. As we walked back hand in hand, I was thinking: Howard will be going away in two weeks! Was Eve right? Would I have the nerve to seduce my son? Would I be able to wait that long? Saturday, the first morning we were back, John came down stairs while I was making breakfast. He put his arms around me and grabbed my breast. He was kneading them and pinching my nipples as he ground his big cock against my ass. I hand on a short silk nightie with spaghetti straps. I pushed back against him a moaned. He was kissing my neck. I couldn't let this get out of hands. "We have to stop, baby," I groaned but he ignored me. "John, baby we can't... your father will be down," I gasped, unable to pull myself away form him. He stopped only when we heard Howard's foot steps. I was wet and shaking as we sat at breakfast, Howard slightly puzzled at John's big shit-eating grin. The rest of the weekend John kept trying to get me alone, but I didn't let him. My plan was to play hard to get and make him insane with lust till his dad goes away. That night I got Howard to fuck me and made sure John could hear me. Thinking about him, I went crazy, begging to be fucked harder for him to "put that big prick in me lover and make me come." I was loud, mainly imagining it was John's cock in me and thinking about him hearing me, but I did enjoy it. You know what the say, even bad sex is still better than anything else. Hubby kept asking what got into me but he really liked it. This was making me crazy also. Any time the three of us were together I was touching my husband but smiling at John or blowing him kisses or licking my lips when his father wasn't looking. If I walked by him, I rubbed up against him. By Sunday afternoon I was so horny I had to go over to Eve's house to get relief. I almost attacked her when she opened the door. "Are you alone?" I gasped, turning that pixy face up to mine and kissing her as I drew her slim, curvy body to me. "John have you worked up, again?" she managed to laugh. "Feel me," I said and pushed her hand into my soupy snatch. "Ummm, you are in a bad way, honey. Mamma Eve knows just what you need." Gratefully I let her lead me to the bedroom and undress me she looked like she was dressed for solo fun when I came. Gleefully she produced a double headed dildo and soon we were up grinding our lips together with it in us, coming and moaning. Monday after Howard left for work I was walking around in a towel when John came in my room and started feeling me up. He got his hand under my towel and started rubbing my pussy. I almost melted under his touch. "No, John! This is wrong." I was genuinely afraid he would do me right then and I don't think I could have stopped him. Fortunately, the door bell rang. It was Eve coming over early for shopping as we had planned. John had to sulk away. "Let's get Mommy some sexy boy-corrupting clothes so her poor innocent son won't be able to resist her," Eve giggled in the car. "You want John to be like a sexed- crazed animal when he gets you, right?" The next few days were just as crazy. Like one afternoon John came up and gave me a hug, making sure I could feel his iron-hard prick. "Please, Mom, I'm so horny. Can you get me off?" I hesitated. "Like this?" I asked, stroking him through his pants and giving him a hot kiss. He groaned and looked so helpless. "OK, but this is the last time. We can't keep doing this." I pushed him back in a chair and undid his pants and ran my hand up and down his lovely cock a few times. "Wait here, baby. I've got an idea." I removed my shirt and bra and got some lotion. Kneeling in front of him, I squeezed his cock between my breasts and stared in slow motion to titty fuck him. He moaned and tried to grab me. "No touching. I'm your mother." Soon he was humping begging for release. I just keep asking, "Do you like Mama's tits? Do you like to fuck Mama's tits, baby? Do you want to come on Mama's big soft titties? Do it, baby! Come for Mama." (I like to talk dirty.) That was enough; he exploded, all over my tits and chin. Quickly, I scooped up as much as I could up and licked it off my fingers. "If you weren't my son, I would clean you off too," I whispered. He threw his head back and groaned in frustration. I walked away, smiling to myself. He never got soft. ***** I don't know what I thought would happen, but it wasn't what did. I was over at Eve's and as usual she was on my case about letting John fuck me and knock me up. As usual I was holding her off. "Even if I did let him, I wouldn't let him make me pregnant." "So you admit you are planning to let him fuck you" "I said no such thing, just that I wouldn't get pregnant if I did." "And how would you avoid it? John doesn't look like a man to use a condom if he can get away with not doing it. And grown women seems to find him very persuasive," she laughed. "Do you think you would even want him to pull out?" "My pretty little butterfly has severed me well for 17 years' she would keep even John's baby juice from knocking me up," I assured her. "But you say he has a huge cock, what if he fucks your little friend out?" "Oh, she's hung in there for some pretty hard rides," I joked. "Too bad," she purred and started kissing her way down my belly. "This would be so sexy stretched tight with John's baby." I was almost ready to go when Howard called me on my cell and told me he was home packing, flying to Chicago for a meeting on Saturday. Eve perked up and said let's go out for drinks and dancing at one of our favorite high-class dives, "But not yet, Baby. Her fingers and lips found my clit and we didn't talk much for a while. I was groggy with sex when I left for home to dress, putting on a short brown knit dress very tight and very low cut with thin straps. I had on 5" black heels a gold ankle bracelet, a few gold and diamond bracelets, and a choker. When Eve picked me up about 6:30, she was wearing a red satin dress with a strap that went over one shoulder and left the other bare. Very short and tight. We call it her "classy slut" dress. She doesn't even own a pair of heels under 4" and loves thigh-highs. Of course she leaves her panties at home when she's on the prowl as do I. At the disco, Eve quickly found a guy about our age, quite handsome, while I did some bumping and grinding with several young guys. Rather than release, it just got me hot. We let the men buy us a few too many and Eve said she couldn't drive. "Call John to take us home," she suggested. We were hanging onto John and laughing like streetwalkers as we wobled to the car, leaving behind several sullen, horny guys. I rubbed up against John like a bitch in heat, touching his arm and chest as he drove. I slid my and down to his cock. He was so hard. "Did you ever think my little Johnny would grow so big and strong," I bragged to Eve. "No, Baby. He's a real stud." I continued to stroke him, feeing his delicious hardness. Finally, I took him out. "Look what I've done to my little boy," I told Eve. "When he gets like this I have to help him with his tension." "You'd better. He looks real tense to me." She leered from the back seat "Well if you think I should," I said, as I lowered my head to him lap and licked his head and member. I took him in my mouth while stroking him. Eve was nibbling at his ear. "You've got a real hot Mommy, John; she loves to suck stud cock. You should return the favor by eating her horny pussy. She's soooo sweet and she loves to be eaten. And when you do, who knows what else you can do." I could only groan with his prick down my throat. We didn't make it home before he had to pull over and stopped. I felt him expand and he came so hard and so much some dripped down him balls which I sucked off. "Get her home before she changes her mind about letting you go down on her," Eve whispered in his ear, cuddling with me in the front seat now. "But only if you promise not to try anything," I added weakly. "Don't count on it," Eve whispered and she kissed me, telling me how good John tasted on my mouth. Eve slipped her finger in me and kept me on the edge of orgasm the rest of the way home and I was boiling with lust when we arrived. She led the way to the bedroom and together they undressed me. They lifted my short dress over my head. John was kissing me while Eve kissed my neck and someone undid my bra. They each had on a nipple in their mouths. I was groaning and holding their heads to my breasts. I fell back on the bed and Eve keep sucking on me while she told John get undressed and lick me. In a trance I watched him step out of his clothes, slowly revealing his gorgeous body. "You never told me how big he is," Eve hissed enviously. I felt John remove my thong over my heels. Eve continued to kiss and fondle my tits as John started kissing my inner thighs. "Eat me, Baby. Oh yeah, Oh, Baby!" I moaned in lust, pulling his hair. When his tongue finally swept over my lips, it sent chills up my spine. I nearly came. Eve was worked my ears, neck and breasts. John was attacking me with long soft stokes, then frenching me. I was pulling his hair. "My pussy, Baby, Mama's pussy!" I begged. He hit my clit and after a few flicks I was cumming with my son's tongue deep inside his mother's pussy. I was too orgasmed out to realize exactly what was happening to me, but I heard Eve talking to John. "She's out of it, John. Fuck her!" "No baby we can't," I moaned, still coming down. "This is your chance John. Do her," Eve almost ordered. I protested as he complied, lifting my legs. "Don't you want it?" Eve taunted. "Yes, but, but we can't!" "Oh, but you can!" Eve growled and grabbed John's cock. "Here!" she ordered and pulled him to me, guiding his head to my lips. She rubbed it against my opening, and just keep asking, "You want it, Baby?" "But it's wrong!" "Wrong, but sooo sexy! You want it, don't you? Open up for him, Baby. That's it! More!" I could feel the delicious pressure of John's cock pushing against my opening as Eve rubbed him against my wetness. "You want it, Terri. You need it. Let him in!" "Yes, please, yes!" I couldn't deny it; all I'd wanted for weeks was John's cock in me. I was soaked. "Fuck me, Baby! Fuck Mama!" He needed no more encouragement and slid in slow but steady till I felt his ball against my ass. He pulled out except for the head and slid it back in slowly he keep this up over and over till I was clawing his back with my legs wrapped around him and screaming for him to fuck me, fuck mama harder! He steadily picked up the pace till he was like an out of control animal driven by pure lust. "I've always wanted you and this pussy, Mom. So wet and tight," he groaned. Eve was whispering in my ear. "You got what you wanted you little boy fucking you." John was now kissing me and driving his big cock in me. I was so full. "And now you're going to get your baby!" "Noooo!" I wailed but Eve ignored me. "She's fertile, John. You can knock her up. See how she's fucking you. See how she's cumming. She wants a baby John. Give her your baby!" "Tell him you want it,Terri," she cooed to me. Tell him to fuck you and come in you. Tell him you want to be pregnant with his baby. " Eve's crazy words and John's pounding cock had me out of my mind. "John baby I want you! Cum in Mommy's pussy, Baby. Give me your baby, Baby. John drove into me and froze. I felt him expand, and then shudder, and, groaning like a wounded animal, flood me like no man ever had. I shrieked in ecstasy as well and came all over him. He collapsed on me. I just kissed him neck and touched his sweat covered body. "Thank you, Baby. I love you," I whispered as I drifted off, his cock still only half soft plugging my pussy. John woke me up twice more that night to make love to me who am I kidding to fuck the daylights out of me, the first time with my heels to the ceiling and the second time doggy style. I sucked him clean each time. The next morning when he awoke, his mother was riding his big thick cock mouthing obscenities. He joined me in the shower and did me twice more that day before his father showed up that night. The last time I noticed he seemed to be treating me quite gently. "Come on, stud; give it to me. Or is this old woman wearing you out?" I teased. "I don't like it when you say you're old," he said seriously. "I'm not tired; I decided to be careful." "Careful? About what?" "Well, you know. What Eve said last night, about you having my baby." "Oh, John," I laughed. "That was just Eve's little fantasy. I guess she got me going, but we didn't make a baby. I'm fertile, but protected. I've had an IUD for years. Why do you think you don't have a houseful of brothers and sisters?" "Oh," he said, obviously disappointed. "Sure, I understand." I wondered if I did. Did my son really want to get his mother pregnant? I juiced a bit at the thought. Oh well, I could put that new wetness to good use. "Hush baby and fuck me. Fuck me hard!" ***** Howard's return made is difficult for John to fuck me as often as he and I wanted him to, but I still got it a couple of times Saturday and Sunday just from John. Somehow it didn't seem right to let Howard fuck me just then. It was like I was on my honeymoon with John and I wanted only him. Monday while John was at school, I cooled off enough to know we couldn't keep doing this. It was dangerous, crazy, I explained when he got home from school. He just smiled. Even as I was explaining, he had his hand in my pussy. "If you don't want to get fucked, Mom, why aren't you wearing panties and why are you so wet?" He rather clinched his argument by taking me on the dining table, another screaming, heels-in- the-air, mommy fuck. What was totally impossible was getting together with Eve to talk everything over. John would hardly leave me alone and eventually I started having to fuck Howard, too, to keep him from getting suspicious. I was worried, but God, the sex was great. Finally, almost a week later, we finally got together. She hadn't been getting as much sex as I had and insisted on making love first before talking. Then I told her everything. Not being able to stop, not wanting Howard. "The strangest part is that John actually seemed disappointed when I told him you were only teasing us about him making me pregnant." "Who says I was teasing?" she grinned. "OK, so 'you' think it would be funny if 'I' got knocked up. But it's not going to happen. I've got my butterfly," I smiled. "You mean, this?" She pulled out a small familiar object and dangled it in my face. "What? What is that? Where did you get that? Eve just smiled as I sputtered to a halt. "You know exactly what it is honey, your precious butterfly. And I think you can figure out where I found it, in that sweet juicy and now probably pregnant pussy." "How could you!" "Easy, girl. When I heard Howard was going out of town last weekend, I knew that was my chance. You got one of my best tonguings and came so hard you didn't know when I reached in and pulled your little friend out." "You and John had this planned." "No, but I knew I could count on John to behave like a horny male when he saw a pretty sexy woman drunk and available. But you did most of the job of getting yourself pregnant by John, just as I was sure you would" "'I'?" I gasped. "I didn't do anything, well except let John fuck me." "I believe a tied and true way to get pregnant is for a fertile woman to get with the most virile male she can find and fuck him and only him. And if you came like a bitch in heat, well, it's because you were. Your little reptile brain has been trying for years to get mommy pregnant again. I just helped." I was sobbing. "But I'm afraid? What's to happen to me?" "Your pants are going to get tight, and your tummy is going to get big, and your tits are going to swell and it's going to be OK. You are a healthy horny, sexy woman and Howard will be overjoyed to think he knocked you up again at last. And you've got me. We're in this together." "Easy for you to say, but I'm the one who's pregnant." "So am I!" "You let Frank...?" "No, not Frank, not this time, at least." She said with her most self satisfied giggle. "Who is the smartest, hunkiest, sexiest man I know?" "How should I... NO!" "Yes. When Edwina told me how John had turned the tables on her and made her pregnant and how sexy she felt to be carrying his child, I got so hot I knew I had to have him too. About two months ago I threw away my pills and had him come over to help me "move some things" and let him seduce me; he suspected what I wanted. When I whispered to him that I was fertile, he nearly broke it off in me! When I knew he had knocked me up. I hatched the idea of getting him to make you pregnant, too so you couldn't be mad at me." "Like Hell I can't!" "Come on, Terri. You're going to be a mother of a baby fathered by prime stud and your husband will never know. You've got it made. And with the right man, pregnant sex is even better than regular sex." "I should choke you." "But you're not going to be able to, if I eat that pretty pregnant pussy 'til you scream." ********* Well there we were, Edwina, Eve and I, three grown women who "should know better" all with swelling tummies because a high-school boy, my son, was so sexy we opened our legs and wrapped them around his muscular back as he filled our hungry pussies full of his hot, thick, baby-making cum. As when pregnant with John, so when pregnant by him, my normal lusty enjoyment of sex turned into a gnawing urge, to the exhausted pleasure of the men in my life. Howard was surprised and pleased when I started demanding more regular sex and my orgasms as I fucked him were not faked: I was thinking about how his son had so recently had his prick where Howard's was now and had already given me the baby that I was begging him to give me. More than one repairman and delivery boy left my house tiered but happy to have found a sexy housewife hot for a roll. And of course John couldn't reenact often enough the way he "got Mom prggers." Things turned out as you might expect. I missed my period and a beaming Fred congratulated Howard on getting me pregnant, too. Eve and I let them think what they liked. Edwina had her twins and Eve and I had our suspicions about the rash of high school teacher getting pregnant. Even the attitude of John's Aunt Caitlin improved noticeably after she turned up unexpectedly pregnant not long after a visit. Eve had a blond little boy and I had a darling little girl that looked "just like Howard," so his family thought. By the time John went off to college, Edwina, Eve and I and several of his teachers were all nursing the second round of "unexpected" babies. Comments welcomed to Homer Vargas vargas111@ yahoo.com

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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ At Last! (MC, Mdom, Rom, preg) By Homer Vargas [email protected] An earlier version was proofread by Janey, but she is not responsible for remaining errors. <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> Despite her prerogatives -- feminine and divine -- of doing exactly what she wanted when she wanted to do it, Aphrodite grudgingly forced herself awake. Why in Hades' name was the computer system blaring the emergency alert? Especially at this hour? Especially when she was so pleasantly full of her divine husband's divine cock? And on a Sunday morning? Her computers were programmed to respond to all but the most extreme prayers automatically. You didn't need the Goddess of Love herself to tell an over-eager man to spend a little more time getting his wife hot before trying to plunge in. If he hit a brick wall and deflated, well, it served him right. And if the woman really needed to get laid, the computer could give her a few tips on dressing more provocatively and moving her hips with a little more wiggle. No, no ordinary mortal lust should have disturbed her sleep. <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> This was to have been their perfect night. Nowadays the gods had such hectic schedules and she had planned everything to be alone with her mate. Hephaestus no longer had to help out only with forging plows and swords. Instead, he was the Ultimate Tech Support when an IT specialist was at the end or her tether. The last eighteen months had been Hades for her poor husband, as he had been roped into countless projects to fix the Y2K problem. The ignominy! The damned millennium wasn't even numbered after the Olympians, but who did the prayers come to? The Nazarene? Oh, no. "My kingdom is not of this world." Then some Scandinavian trickster had come through and persuaded all the Olympians to change their computer systems to avoid the Y2K problem. Now the hardware -- made in Cathay or Zeus knows where -- was all going on the blink at the same time. And the only response from the 24-hour 800 number was, "Your call is very important to us..." And it would be a hot day in Ultima Thule before one of Loci's "service representatives" showed up in Hellas. So who did all the gods call? Her poor Hephaestus.. That came on top or the previous emergency when first ASSTR and then ASSM had gone down. Millions of porn fans started inundating the Celestial Server with demands to see their favorite dirty stories nicely saved and catalogued ASAP! And when, with the help of Hephaestus and readers who make contributions at http://www.asstr.org/donations.html the problem was solved, did anyone say, "Thanks?" With all this work, her poor husband was so tuckered when he staggered back to their celestial palace every night that it was all he could do to plough Aphrodite to a few orgasms, fill her with a couple of loads, and collapse into the arms of Morpheus. It had been weeks since he had eaten her! Aphrodite wasn't used to such Spartan sex and wasn't going to put up with the lack of attention for long. Aphrodite needed more loving than this and she was determined to get it! Threatening to make Jove give back the magic amulet that kept Hera screwing him, at least occasionally, Aphrodite persuaded the Father of Gods and Men to put a thunderbolt into the Forge's power supply, sending Heph home at mid-afternoon. She was waiting for him. She had chosen a square cut tank top and a waist-tied skirt in a Hydra print that nicely showcased her voluptuous body. Shaking the raven locks that fell in romantic ringlets to her alabaster shoulders, she strategically placed a foot with prettily painted toes clad in a 3 1/2 inch stiletto-heel T-strap sandal on the base of a column. [Those Gucci Brothers might be Italian barbarians, but they knew how to make hot footwear!]. Heph's favorite golden loops dangled from her ear lobes. The notes of Orpheus's lyre wafted in from the courtyard. (Ok, it was only a CD of "Orpheus's Greatest Hits," but it was always effective in getting Heph in the mood.) The table was laid with her husband's favorite wines and ambrosia, but Aphrodite had a bet with herself it would never be tasted. She won the bet. Boy did she win it! The Goddess of Love was not surprised to see Heph's reaction as soon as he saw his divinely hot wife. It almost tore a hole in his loin cloth "Oh, honey, is that the Sword of Damocles in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" she asked coyly. Aphrodite didn't expect a verbal reply and didn't get one. Instead Heph grunted and lunged for her in a style to become reminiscent of NFL fullbacks trying for a fourth and goal from the one. In seconds she felt herself hefted (or was that Hephted?) and slung over her divine lover's broad shoulder. Heph might be lame, but he sure as Hades was making good time toward the master alcove. He was so sweaty and smelly and macho, her pussy tingled in giddy, inverted anticipation. <thwump> The goddess was on her back. As her head cleared she saw Heph drop his loin cloth. Yes! Her offering to Priapus -- the come from one hundred virgins' first orgasms -- had been well rewarded; Heph's erection was as straight and hard and long and thick as she'd ever seen it. She was going to enjoy this night! <rip> 'One square-neck tank top, finis, thirty-seven drachma,' Aphrodite thought. <pop> <shhhrup> 'Hydra print skirt, sixty-one drachma,' the Goddess inventoried. <twang> 'Ouch! That smarted,' she thought. 'Why couldn't he just pull it down? I would have lifted my butt, if he'd given me the chance. Oh, well, one black lace thong, eighteen drachma.' So, what! Her credit at Nike's Secret was good for a lot more than one hundred sixteen drachma, plus tax. Money well spent if it meant she got... <kersplush> "Uuuuuu!" ... impaled on Heph's magnificent goddess-pleaser. "Oh my Zeuuuuuuuuuus!" the goddess bellowed. The first orgasm hit her before Heph was all the way in. This was not the kind of foreplay her expert system advised for reluctant wives, but Aphrodite wasn't reluctant. Her divine snatch had been wet for hours, waiting for this moment. When Aphrodite felt Hephaestus's adamantine prick slide into her sloppy hole, she thought she had died and gone to .... Wait! She was an Immortal and she was already in heaven, but -- whatever! It felt damned good. First fuck had been around nightfall. By midnight Aphrodite had been screwed every way known in Greater Hellas and had come so many times she couldn't think straight. Who WANTED to think straight? She vaguely remembered her Hindu friend, Shiva, bragging that she and Krishna knew thousands more positions, but Aphrodite didn't give a damn. She had been most satisfactorily pummeled, pounded, and orgamsed out. She was one happy goddess when at last she snuggled up to her sleeping husband, kissed him one last time and closed her eyes. Not intending to open them again until .... <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> <Ouuuuga> Aphrodite tried burrowing deeper into the massive chest and muscled arm of her sexy husband. Hephaestus had been fucking her silly since the Indo-Aryans were a little tribe of nomads and it STILL drove her crazy! He had the body of a Greek god -- well, he WAS a Greek god and not a wimpy one like Apollo, either. No, her Heph was built on the Sylvester Stallone model; or rather, Rambo was built on the Hephaestus model! Heph had the equipment that Dark Wanderer wives dream about and their husbands have nightmares about. And, by Jove, did he know how to use it! Maybe this was a bad dream. Cyrphe was supposed to be night duty, but Aphrodite had seen the horny nymph giving the eye to one of the young satyrs who kept the grounds and the Love Goddess didn't need much imagination to know where SHE was right now. No, this was no dream. Aphrodite had to take care of this herself before it woke her darling mate. The new Answered Prayer 5.0 for Windows 2000 was supposed to be almost fully automated, she groused silently as she padded her way along the colonnade to the IT room. There was no reason for her to have to attend to all these petitions personally in this day and age. That's why she had installed the expert system. At least ninety-nine percent of all the petitions fell into just four categories: "Please let him make a move on me." "Please let her say yes when I make a move on her." "Please let me be able to get him to use a condom." "Please let me be able to fuck her without a condom." "Please don't let me be pregnant." "Please let her be pregnant." "Please let me be able to get him to go down on me." "Please let me be able to get her to give me a blow job." Aphrodite had been so happy when the new software arrived, especially when she saw who delivered it, a hunky demigod driving a big orange and blue Gods Ex, (not "Gods' Sex" -- get a grip, girl) chariot. The young driver went away knowing just HOW grateful the goddess was for his "service." And when Heph had installed it for her, she spent more than two nights thanking him. And now this! <OUUUUUGA> <OUUUUUGA> <OUUUUUGA> <OUUUUUGA> The alarm seemed to increase in volume as she sat down and hit the kill switch. <OUGA...> Merciful silence! Quickly Aphrodite clicked on the diagnostics icon to see what could have gone wrong. Glancing at the control screen, she saw it going crazy with wild hieroglyphics. If this was another trick by one of her Egyptian colleagues ...! "INFINITE LOOP: CANNOT PROCESS" 'Not very helpful,' the goddess thought. Briefly contemplating asking Zeus to hurl a thunderbolt to blast that impious Microsoft from the face of the earth, she realized that the U.S. Justice Department would probably do a more thorough job, anyway. Quickly she ran a utility to uncover the problem. This was weird! No, understandable in a way. Two diametrically contradictory petitions of a maximum emotional urgency had arrived at the very same nanosecond, throwing the hapless computer into a Godelian loop. Quickly Aphrodite pulled up the two messages on a split screen. "Oh, shit!" she screamed. "I should have fucking know! Those two again! I'm going to KILL them!" She roared. She ground her teeth. Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew red with rage. Aphrodite was tired -- tired wasn't the word -- she had had it up to her aura with this pair. Actually, if she could have arranged it, the troublesome Wonder Woman and Major Steve Trevor would have been fried decades ago. Since the '40s of the Twentieth Century Col. Trevor (well, he was only a Lieutenant, then) had been trying to get into the star-spangled pants of the Amazon Princess, who had been fending him off for exactly as long. Zeus steadfastly refused to thunderbolt Col. Trevor, pointing out that he was doing only what every red-blooded mortal and blue-ichored god wanted to do himself. And he likewise refused to let Aphrodite do anything to interfere with Wonder Woman's superheroine career; she took care of dozens of chores that would otherwise have taken Zeus away from having fun with half the maidens and all the nymphs in Hellas. Bottom line: she could do nothing to this dysfunctional couple -- and zillions of their fans -- who generated a disproportional amount of the traffic on both her 800 number and the website. "Steve Trevor and that dammed amazon bitch again!" she almost screamed. She guessed what had happened even before she read the simultaneous pleas. Steve had rescued this "Wonder Woman" -- again -- and he had hoped to take advantage of it to get into her pants -- again. "Please let me score this time."/"Please make him leave me alone." Aphrodite had been getting these conflicting prayers every month or so for years and had long since ignored them. Couldn't Steve figure it out for himself? The amazon in the funny red pants, although she certainly had a body built for fucking, was under a curse that kept her from doing anything about it. As an Amazon, if she gave herself to a man, she lost all her super powers. As an official of the United State Government, Col. Trevor certainly shouldn't want to deprive his nation of the services of the sexiest superheroine in the universe. Unfortunately, as a man, Col. Steve Trevor wanted nothing more that to fuck her silly and to Hades with the superpowers. Because of the curse, Wonder Woman couldn't fuck Steve, but she'd surely fucked up Aphrodite's computer. It was the last straw. With blazing fingers she punched in the numbers on her cell phone. "Cybernetica! Come here and get me Eros," the goddess barked at her IT support nymph. "Yes, Oh yessss. YESSSSS. I'm coming, ... I'm COMING ... Aieeeeeeeeeee!" "I mean NOW, Zeusdammit, not when you finish with whoever you have in there fucking your eyeballs out, you slut! If you don't get me Eros here in five minutes, you're going to find out just how it feels to have Cebrerus fuck you and Phil Phantom write about it!" the goddess fumed. There was no justice in Olympus. Athena got the seven cultivated, well-behaved Muses to do her bidding; Aphrodite got the seven wanton, misbehaving Fuses to do -- exactly what they wanted, which was to get laid morning, noon, and night! It was closer to ten minutes when a drowsy, slightly spacey little god flitted into the computer center. Aphrodite was glowering as she sipped a new beverage brought to her recently by the AEthiopians, a black bitter concoction, but one that energized her more than the ambrosia that Hebe prepared. "I won't bother asking what took you so long. Didn't I teach you to wash the pussy juice off face after you eat a goddess?" "I was in the middle of making love to my wife," her son huffed. "And if we go to your alcove I'll bet we'll find Hepheastus's face needs washing, too. Why the summons at this ungodly hour, Mom? Aurora doesn't get up for hours yet?" "What's it to you? Psyche has you in bed day and night, anyway." "I don't want to go into this with you, Mom," Eros replied wearily. "Yeah, I know what you want to go into and with whom," was his Aphrodite's sour reply. After several more rounds of this sort of sniping Aphrodite got down to business. "I'm sick of this Col. Trevor and Wonder Woman screwing up my communications system. I want a final solution to this. And since I can't touch Wonder Woman, I've got and idea for how you can fix Col. Trevor." "But what can *I* do. Zeus refuses to blast him." "You are going to get one Col. Steven Trevor, U. S Military Intelligence -- what an oxymoron -- and one off-the-reservation amazon, a.k.a. "Wonder Woman" out of my hair once and for all!" "You want me to make them fall in love for good?" "No, you dolt, the amazon bitch must remain a virgin to deal with alien life forms, supervillains, and natural disasters. She doesn't deserve it, anyway. No, you are going to make Col. Trevor fall in love -- really in love -- with someone else. A tennis star, a CNNfn correspondent babe, an MTV hostess, whom, I don't really care. Just make sure the woman has the hots for Trevor, too. He's kind of handsome for a mortal and deserves a frisky woman to make up for the frustration he's gone through all these years panting for the amazon. If you have any trouble finding a woman who really likes to fuck, ask Janey or Lucinda or Bronwen; they claim to know plenty. Once Col. Trevor is in love with someone else, he leaves the Amazon bitch alone and, voila, everybody's happy." "Great idea, Mom. I'll put an old arrow through his heart." "They don't call me the Goddess of 'Luv' for nothing, Jr." she smirked. "Just make sure the woman falls in love with him, too. -- totally, passionately. I don't want Col. Trevor back here next week because SHE won't put out for him." "Don't worry, Mom. I'll get them with my trick shot, one arrow through both hearts. It'll be a piece of cake" "Yeah, wedding cake!" Aphrodite sighed, suddenly sentimental. ***** Flying as fast as his chubby little wings would carry him, Eros was able to arrive in Washington early Monday afternoon. Big Mistake! Though invisible, he apparently showed up on the radar at Andrews and caused them to scramble to intercept the unidentified aircraft. Then, after dodging ATA missiles, as he approached the Pentagon he could hardly get through the constant stream of flights coming into or going out of Reagan National. It was Thursday morning before Eros could find Col. Steve Trevor in the labyrinthine corridors of the Pentagon. Eros was growing discouraged; he hadn't even started on finding a woman for him. Then he got lucky. (Not that way, you perverts. Eros is totally faithful to his Psyche.) Thank Zeus, there was a woman in the same office with Col. Trevor. Hmm. Not a bad looker, though she sure didn't know how to dress. "Zeus in Olympus!" Eros muttered to himself when he checked the woman's measurements. "Why look further? Stevie boy will fall out of his tree when he sees her naked." This meant Eros didn't need to find someone else, engineer a chance encounter, etc. He'd be back in Hellas and in Psyche's sweet snatch in time for TGIF. Zeus, he was horny! Aiming carefully, Eros loosed his arrow and watched it fly, unerringly piercing first the heart of Steve Trevor and then, that of the woman, Diana Something-or-Other. The little god grinned and hovered around to monitor the effects of his marksmanship. ***** Steve looked up from his work. An amazing thought had just occurred to him. That mousy Diana Prince with a little makeover could be HOT! Why had he never thought of her that way before. The bun? Pull the clip and her hair would fall to her shoulders. Those awful glasses? He had seen a Linda Carter ad for laser surgery that would correct that. 'Totally fuckable. I could have some fun with that sexy broad,' Steve thought, totally forgetting his lifelong obsession with Wonder Woman. 'I'll get her to wear those tight, hot minis with 4" heels with an ankle tie and take her clubbing to Los Amigos del Disco. Hell, with that black hair she could pass for a Latina. When I twirl her around and everybody sees she isn't wearing panties, all the men will be soooo envious,' he smirked. 'And we can go to all the hockey games and have pizza and beer at the Calvert Grill.' 'Then in few months when she finds she's going to have a baby -- heh -heh -- I'll pop the question. Of course, being totally ape over me she'll say yes yes yes yes and I'll move us to a big house out near Dulles. Some dot com company should be willing to pay an ex-intelligence hot-shot like yours truly enough to support Mr. and Mrs. Trevor and our six or eight kids. Oh, yeah, this is going to be perfect!' Steve mused, not aware that there was anything wrong with having rewritten his life plan in a matter of seconds. ***** Diana Prince looked up from her work. She had been fidgeting in her chair since just after lunch. The source of her discomfort was near at hand; Col. Steve Trevor was looking at her again. But that wasn't the whole story; she felt odd, too, giggly and happy that he was looking. She had an urge to shake loose her long hair from its tight bun and let it fall fetchingly to her shoulders. "Maybe I could duck into the ladies' room to freshen my lipstick," she thought, not remembering that she wasn't wearing lipstick. She was chagrined to think how frumpy she must look to a dashing man like Col. Trevor in her loose skirt, nondescript blouse and flats. But , wait! "Of course I look frumpy. I work hard every morning to look frumpy. It isn't easy when you have a dynamite body like mine!" Then an amazing thought occurred to her. Steve Trevor, though arrogant and full of himself, taken in hand by the right woman, like yours truly -- heh heh -- could be turned into a decent prospect! Why had she never thought of him that way before. The buzz cut? Let his hair grow and he'd look like an adult. Those awful uniforms? Well, he'd probably want to find a civilian career to impress his new girlfriend and would, of course, need her help choosing the right wardrobe. 'I'm going to have so much fun with that hunk,' Diana thought, totally forgetting her lifelong obsession with protecting Wonder Woman's virtue. No, no, she couldn't let herself think like that. She had always gone out of her way to remain unattractive to men, especially Steve Trevor, with whom she had to work. There was no way to avoid his lust for her as Wonder Woman; she didn't need him hot for Miss Prince, too. The contradictory thoughts flitted in and out of her mind. "You must never give yourself to a man, my child. If you do, all your powers to help others will desert you," Diana could hear her mother, Queen Hypolite, telling her so many years ago. And she'd always been a good girl, too. Oh, sure, she let herself go a few times when some overpowered android cock was pounding her pussy senseless, making her scream in mindless ecstasy as it attempted to orgasm her into submission. And she'd let herself go occasionally when the odd trans-genetic plant had its tendrils deep in her twat, tickling her clit as it massaged her breasts and sent shock waves of pleasure through her engorged nipples. Damn! She could use one of those aroused androids or a nice horny plant right now! Great Hera! What am I thinking?' 'Easy enough for you to talk about not giving yourself to a man,' mother, but you don't have to sit across from that hunky Col. Trevor. If you did, I'll bet your pussy would be leaking just like mine is.' thought the confused woman. Maybe if I rolled my skirt up a little, Steve could at least see some ankle. Hera knows I have sexy ankles!' 'I'll bet he'll ask me to the University Club Spring Ball! I'll dress up in a floor-length taffeta gown and everyone will stare when we make our entrance. He'll waltz me around, gliding smoothly over the floor, adoration shining in his eyes. All the women will be soooo envious,' she sighed. 'We'll have season tickets to the National Symphony Orchestra performances at the Kennedy Center and afterwards he'll take me to Sweet Georgia Brown for a midnight champagne dinner.' 'Then in few months, when we are an item in the Georgetown social circuit, I'll hint how nice it would be to live together in the city. Of course he'll be totally ape over me and say yes yes yes yes and move us into a Georgetown apartment. Some dot com company should be willing to pay an ex-intelligence hot-shot like him enough to support me while I get my Masters in International Business at SAIS. Oh, yeah, this is going to be perfect!' Diana mused, not aware that there was anything wrong with having rewritten her life plan in a matter of seconds. 'Oops' thought Eros. This wasn't going quite as expected. Eros sympathized with the men of this strange land. Imagine! A woman with a body like hers who was in love, but still wanted to have a "career" instead of staying at home, barefoot and pregnant. Thank Zeus his Psyche was an old-fashioned girl. Career? Hades! She had made a career out making babies. Every year, usually about the time Proserpine returned from Hades, Psyche presented him with another adorable little puto. Back during the 16th Century when they were in such demand as models for Renascence Masters, Psyche was popping out litters of two and three per year, but recently she had decided one per year was enough to keep her occupied. It made Eros horny all over again thinking about his lovely Psyche back home, their most recent infant parked on her pregnant belly, nursing, her holding the wings of a little cherub just learning to fly, her seeing the little puti off to pre-gymnasium every morning. This Ms. Price was totally different. You didn't have to be Dr. Ruth to figure out that after the second Capitals game Diana sat trough and the second time Diana dragged Steve to see Ethan Steifle and the ABT, the lovers would be at each other's throats. 'They need a little more in common,' the god grinned. Carefully Eros put away the gold-tipped Romantic Love arrow and withdrew a larger iron-tipped one dipped in quicksilver. 'The Carnal Lust arrow never fails!' he reflected. Even lust needed to be fine-tuned, however. Generally it was enough to increase the woman's libido by several factors. A man would put up with a lot of ballet from a woman who wanted to fuck his brains out every night. Hmm. A quick scan showed that the Diana woman already had a roaring libido, but was holding it in check for some reason. Never mind, he'd just make her forget her reasons and let the good times roll! 'Oh, that's not good!' Eros thought, continuing his mindscan. The woman had an aversion to giving head. Oh, well, that could be fixed, too. 'With a few little adjustments in Diana, Col. Trevor is going to realize that he'll never find a hotter woman and he'd better treat her right,' Eros reasoned. Then he turned to making sure Col. Trevor DID treat her right. A little adjustment of Steve's quantity/quality ratio was in order. Better change the desired setting from 10 minutes, 15 times pre week to something Diana would enjoy better: say, three hours, five times a week 'I'll install a woman-comes-first rule and -- what's this? Oh, the silly man, thinks he doesn't like to eat pussy? Well, that's easy to fix. Col. Trevor's woman is going to realize that she'll never find a better man and she'd better treat him right,' Eros reasoned. Suddenly, before Eros could get off his shot, Diana sat upright, realizing where her thoughts were taking her. She had to get away from Steve before she did something foolish! Pushing back her chair, Diana bolted for the door. She felt slightly more in control as she hurried out onto the immense parking lot and found her Neon. Wow, that was a close call, she reflected. She could never recall being so excited in her life, but it was more than horniness. She needed a man, but even more she needed one man -- Steve. Steve, who had lusted for her as Wonder Woman all these years, never marrying, never having other girlfriends, always loyal to Wonder Woman. Diana's heart was melting. And now he was looking at her the same way -- her, mousy, drab Diana, not his sex fantasy. A glance can tell a girl so much. Poor Steve! He was trying to tell her, trying to communicate. There was love in his eyes, devotion. "Oh, Steve, you'd be so perfect -- if I could only have you!" Diana's eyes were filled with tears when she arrived at her Wisconsin Ave. apartment. "Why do I have to be Wonder Woman? Why do I have to be temerarious and rush off to save people and countries and planets? Why can't I have a man -- at last! Oh Hera, I've got to come!" Always determined to overcome her need to masturbate, Diana did not possess a vibrator or even a dildo. Hades, she had used her only cucumber in last night's salad!. Nothing mattered. Minutes later she was spawled on her bed with her legs wide apart, furiously finger fucking herself. "Oh God, Steve," moaned the imperious Amazon "TAKE ME!" ***** "What had gotten into Diana?" Steve wondered. Oh, she had probably gotten uncomfortable from his staring at her, poor thing. He should apologize. He raced after her, but she had disappeared. He had no idea where she lived. Well, he didn't work for Military Intelligence for nothing. It took him less than an hour to hack into Pentagon personnel files and find the address. Smiling, Eros flew along behind as Steve's Miata screamed along Rock Creek Parkway. ***** "Diana, I have to talk to you!" Steve shouted, pounding on the door of her apartment when she didn't answer his insistent ringing of the bell. "I can't. Not now. Go away, Steve," Diana replied, using all her will power not to open up and fling herself in his arms. 'Perfect angle,' thought Eros. 'One immaterial Carnal Lust arrow through the genitals. Yes!' Suddenly Diana felt funny. Great Hera! She had just come a half dozen times before Steve arrived. She thought the worst was over. It was breaking her heart, but loyalty to her calling as Wonder Woman was strong. She would NOT open the door. Now she knew she was wrong. The desire she had felt for Steve before was still there, but there was something new. She needed a cock! A man's cock! In her pussy! Desperately! At this instant! If she was going to give herself to anyone, it might as well be Steve. She opened the door. It this were a cartoon, instead of a serious piece of erotic literature, we would depict the ensuing scene as a rapidly spinning blur with pieces of clothing being ejected from time to time. "Steve, darling, HURRY!" Diana wailed. Nothing in his training prepared Steve to handle a woman this hot, but something about him rose to the occasion. Minutes later his cock was buried deep in Diana's pussy and the ravaged woman was bellowing for more. There would be Hell to pay at the next meeting of the Condo owners' association, Diana knew. 'Mission accomplished,' thought Eros as he banked and headed East. ***** The following morning Aphrodite was standing at the doorway of her mansion and inquiring, "How did it go?" A slightly jet-lagged, very Psyche-welcomed little god scanned her face before replying. She seemed to be in a better mood than Sunday morning when she sent him out on that crazy mission. You'd better believe she was! Aphrodite could compartmentalize. Once she had turned off the alarm and dispatched her son that morning, she headed back to the alcove. Hephaestus was still asleep. He didn't remain that way long! She licked her favorite part of his body until it was rigid and gleefully flung herself on him. By the time Hephaestus was fully awake, Aphrodite was mewing through her second orgasm so loud it disturbed the peace of the souls in the Elysian Fields. For the next few hours the divine lovers ran through a reprise of the previous night. By noon Aphrodite knew she was going to be entitled to a refund from Hebe on all that ambrosia she had ordered. They never made it to the table. One of the Muses put it this way: With no need of philter, Hephaestus had filled her, And then he had eaten his fill of her fill. Then she had partaken Of his filling filler. A nice little fillip, a swill. It gave new meaning to "breakfast in bed." The rest of the week Aphrodite basked in the afterglow of that incredible day -- and night. Hephaestus staggered into the forge late on Monday morning with a goofy grin on his face that left no doubt among the other smiths that the boss had a GOOD weekend. When Hermes showed up later in the day with a bouquet of flowers sent by his fuck-happy wife, the guys teased him, but they were really jealous as all Hades. Aphrodite just sat at her computer all week with a big satisfied smile on her face clicking "Granted," "Granted," "Granted," to all the petitions, even that disastrous one from Monica -- how embarrassing! The dreamy smile on his mother's face gave Eros the nerve to recount his experience. He told how he had almost been shot down by the jets from Andrews and how he had gotten lost in all those corridors at the Pentagon looking for Col. Trevor. "Time was running out, but then I got lucky. It turned out there was a very pretty woman working in the very same office next to Col. Trevor. It took two arrows. But I did it." Eros concluded proudly "In the same office?" Aphrodite asked apprehensively. "What was her name?" "Diana something. I just got a glimpse at her ID tag. King? No, ... Duke? No, ... Ah! Prince. Diana Prince. She looked pretty intell--" "Diana Prince!" Aphrodite burst out. "You idiot! You nincompoop! Only the son of that dimwit, Ares could be so ignorant. Why did I let him get me pregnant that night? You don't know who Diana Prince IS??? Don't you read comic books like other boys? No, of course you don't, you stupid little fucker. That minx Psyche has you in bed all the time screwing out what few brains you have left. You know I've never liked her; she's too old for you. I'll have the furies hound you both for a century for this. I'll ...." ***** Mrs. Diana Trevor looked around to make sure no one saw her before she lifted the rear of the Cherokee and slid it into a parking space at the mall, never having gotten the hang of parallel parking. She was glad her mother had been wrong, about her superpowers, or at least misleading. Queen Hypolite hadn't exactly said she would lose her super powers, rather that she would no longer have them to help humanity. So true! Diana found she needed everything the magic girdle and golden lasso could give her just to manage the big house, run the office of Steve's consulting business, ferry Britany and Jennifer to soccer practice, pick Laurel up from Tae Kwan Do, deliver Helen to morning kindergarten and fetch her at noon, take Sara and Sole to the pediatrician for their two-year check up, and nurse little Margaret. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, rubbing the bulge in her tummy, if this one were Steve, Jr., at last, she might get a break from baby making for a while. She doubted it, however, knowing how well Steve liked seeing the way her pregnant belly stretched the red Lycra tights when he dressed her up like Wonder Woman. The End Comments welcomed at [email protected] ===== My stories are now found on http://www.storiesonline.net (Thanks Lazeez) http://www.asstr.org/~Vargas/ (Thanks, Kristen) http://www.eroticstories.com/main (Thanks, Art)

Alexandra's New Practice (MC, Fdom, FM, FF, Preg) By Homer Vargas [email protected] Dr. Alexandra Prince looked up from the pages of pink and yellow forms, intensely frustrated. She was not frustrated by any inability to make sense of the complex lab report, for she was a good, indeed, a brilliant doctor. Rather, Alexandra was frustrated on a much more basic level, as a woman. John, the young hunk she had living with her, the man who had been keeping her gears oiled regularly for the last year or so, had been called out of town. Consequently, Alexandra had been making do with her vibrator for several days. It wasn't the same! She needed a real prick in her bad and she felt it. Alexandra didn't like for John to be away. First it left her to spend the nights without a man between her legs. Alexandra was a highly sexed woman who not only liked to fuck, but actually needed frequent pounding by a good hard cock to maintain her mental equilibrium. If John were in town she wouldn't be feeling tied up in knots like this. Before she got out of bed this morning, John would have been busy with her, eating her through several nice orgasms before plunging his prick deep into her, filling her pussy with his thick, satisfying man-fuck. John would have made her come until she was braying like a silly schoolgirl getting her legs parted for the first time. If she had been serviced by her man's wonderful pussy pleaser this morning, she would be merely pleasantly horny now, not climbing the walls! But there was a more important reason Alexandra disliked letting John get too far out of her sight. Away from her, he could be was easy prey for other women, which could upset the delicate Fdom relationship between them. Alexandra needed sex too badly to allow herself to be serviced by just any man. A big prick could mesmerize her. And her tits were so sensitive that any man could soon have her frothing at the lightest touch. She understood the danger of encountering a man who would recognize these weaknesses and use them to put her under his thumb. She had to get her sex from a man like John whom she completely dominated. It had not been easy finding John and making him a slave to her pussy. She didn't want another woman to discover his marvelous frailty and deprive her of his services. Alexandra had learned the hard way how vulnerable she was to the wrong man's prick. She lost a semester and almost got kicked out during her third year of medical school because of her first episode of sexual domination. It happened without warning one night at an all-night party given by Cheryl, one of the only other women in medical school. Perhaps she been standing around drinking one too many Margaritas and her defenses were down. Seeing couples kissing and fondling each other had her quite horny too, though she didn't realize just how much. Alexandra couldn't keep her eyes off one tall muscular young man in particular. "That's Benton York, the fullback of the football team. Isn't he the most gorgeous hunk?" giggled Cheryl who noticed Alexandra ogling him. "I'll introduce you." "Don't be ridiculous, Cheryl! He's only an undergraduate and I don't have the slightest interest in football. We'd have nothing to talk about," Alexandra protested. "Who cares about talk, woman?" Cheryl hooted. "He's got a ten inch cock! If you can get that monster in your box, you won't care about talking football or anything else. They say he likes buxom girls. Maybe you'll get lucky and be the one to spend tonight with his big dork between your legs." "Sounds like there's competition," Alexi snorted. "Half the women in this room have let Benton screw them, and the other half gladly would." "Does that include you?" Alexandra asked, surprised. "I've slept with him a few times. He's fun in an elemental way, but a little retro for my taste." "Do you think 'retro' is my taste?" "Taste be damned for one night, woman. I see hunger in your eyes. I think you just need a good cock in you and Benton's is the best." Before Alexandra could protest further, Cheryl was gone and soon returned with Benton in tow. Cheryl hurried through the introductions and shooed the couple over to one of the "make out" couches. Cheryl must have told him something, because Benton was smirking when he plunked down beside her. "You look like you need some loving, lady. Don't have enough time for it in medical school?" he asked. "That's pretty fresh," Alexandra replied, repelled but also excited by this sexy, direct approach. "Just an honest appraisal, Ma'am," the overgrown boy grinned. "I saw the way you were looking at me. I can tell when a woman has sex on her mind." "You've got me all wrong," Alexandra protested, but couldn't seem to push away the hard rippled shoulders that pressed against her. "I don't think so," he whispered. "A big girl with a body like yours must have a tremendous capacity for sex... and need! Take a set of jugs like these, for instance..." Before she knew what was happening, Benton's arm was around her and his other hand was into her blouse, fondling her bra-less tits. Alexandra's mouth fell open. She was used to being groped at and she had always been able to fight men off, but this hunk, so dim in many other ways, was a feel-up genius. She gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through her body when he fingered her nipples. "Stop that, you ... Uii!" Alexandra gasped again, as Benton pushed her back against the couch and tweaked a nipple that sent another shiver through her. "Stop what? Playing with your titties?" he chuckled, continuing to toy with her. "But you like it, don't you?" he taunted. "You chubby girls are all alike, repressed but oversexed," he laughed. Even as he spoke he continued to work her tits in ways she had never felt before. "So easy to turn on." he appraised. "Big bazookas are always so sensitive. Yours are already hard as rocks," he smirked, grasping her breasts roughly now. "You really like being pawed don't you, Alexandra? Admit that you want me to suck you nipples." "Oh, Benton!" was all Alexandra could blurt out. Smiling at her weakness, Benton took the nipple of her right breast between his teeth and began to flick it with his tongue. Within seconds Alexandra felt like one giant tit and Benton was feeling every inch of her body. As he sucked on one tit and massaged the other, her brain seemed to melt and trickle down to her pussy. Literally! Suddenly she felt the sex juices start oozing out of her cunt. She knew from her anatomy classes what this meant; she was highly aroused. It had never happened to her before with a man and she surely hadn't intended for it to happen here, in a dark corner being fondled by a boy she didn't know. But when Benton's hand left her left tit and made its way to the waistband of her skirt, she could no more stop him than she could fly. There was worse to come! Next she felt his hand slither down into her panties. She hoped he couldn't tell how wet she was. If she had had her wits about her, she wouldn't let him touch her there. But Alexandra's wits had evaporated several minutes ago when Benton first got his hands on her boobs. "Uh... what a delightfully hot piece of ass you are, girl!" Benton gloated. Busted! "You're sopping wet down here, honey. I've never known a girl I could make wet her pants this much just by playing with her boobies. I think I can have some fun with you!" Alexandra knew this was crazy, but all she could do was squirm. "You are so turned on, you naughty girl, you are going to let me frigg your pussy!" he hissed and inserted one and then another finger into her cunt "Feels good, doesn't it?" Benton asked, knowing from Alexandra's moans of ecstasy what his fingers were doing to the woman. "My God! You're about to have an orgasm, aren't you, Alexandra?" he said as he quickened the rhythm of his fingers against her clit. "I feel a good come building up. I love it! Such a randy girl! You can't control yourself, can you? It's all right; let it go, girl. You need to come. Don't fight it, Alexandra, baby, you can come on Benton's fingers.... NOW!" The inexperienced young woman was transported as the fiery flood of one orgasm and then another overwhelmed her. Several partygoers snickered knowingly as they saw a young woman laid back on the sofa heaving in the throws of ecstasy with Benton's hand up her dress. Cheryl watched Benton bunch Alexandra's skirt around her waist and pull aside her panties, happy that her slightly naive friend was being properly seduced. She wondered it she had put too much Aethenol in that last drink. Nah! Alexandra needed to get laid and tonight she was going to get it good! "My, my what a messy girl you are, Alexandra!" Benton whispered, slyly, still toying idly with her clit. "Your cunt juices are leaking out. Every time I get you off, you get more cum all over the sofa. Should I stop playing with you?" "Oh, no, no, please, no!" she whimpered. "Of course you don't want me to stop, you sexy little heifer," Benton laughed. "You've never come like that before, have you? I'll bet you just want to keep coming!" Alexandra was still panting from the last climax, hardly conscious. "Well, in that case I'd better stuff something in your cunt to stop it up. It'll have to be something big to fill up a hungry cunt like yours." he chuckled. "Open you eyes, Alexandra, and tell me if this is what you'd like inside you," he whispered, half kneeling as he fished out his prize prick to show her. Alexandra's eyelids fluttered open and her mouth dropped! It was the biggest cock she had ever seen! Her already battered IQ sank to reptilian levels. Her will power plummeted to zero. It was beautiful. Alexandra couldn't think of anything but getting that cock in her pussy and Benton could see it. "Yes, Benton, yes," the mesmerized woman whispered. "I want it, I want it in me!" "Good." That's just what you're going to get. Let's go back to my apartment, honey and I'll fuck your little brains out." Alexandra was afraid it was literally true. But by now she was too far gone to care. With a prick like that in her, she wouldn't need a brain she thought as Benton pulled her to her feet. She was in a lusty daze as Benton propelled her out the door. A buddy drove Benton's car so the husky athlete could keep Alexandra's sex drive fully engaged. He had his hands back between her legs as soon as the car door closed. "God, you love this, don't you, bitch" Benton remarked as he brought her off again. The clod probably didn't even know the word "clitoris," Alexandra thought dimly, but he had sure found hers and he knew what frigging it did to a woman. Between sucking her tits and fingering her pussy, Benton kept Alexandra in full boiling rut, moaning with passion and coming at regular intervals. Alexandra felt the erotic fog start to lift a little as they climbed the stairs and Benton fumbled to get the apartment door open. Alexandra's terror returned when she glimpsed what was happening to her. If she didn't get away from him, this vulgar simpleton, this intellectual pygmy would soon have her in bed on her back with her legs spread braying in ecstasy as he filled her pussy with his barbaric cock. And then what? "Er .... Good night, Benton. I don't think I should come in with you," she stammered. "I'm going to be leaving." "Oh, no, Alexandra, you're not going to be leaving yet," Benton replied coolly, almost cruelly. "You haven't gotten what you came here for..." "It's been nice to meet you, Benton, but I've really got to go," she said backing away. "You don't want to go, Alexandra. You want to COME!" he bragged. "Have you forgotten about this?" Alexandra froze as Benton fished out his big, half-erect penis and waved it at her in triumph. A wave of revulsion passed over her, but she couldn't take her eyes off of his engorged cock. Benton just smiled, watching his cock work its spell on the horny young woman. She fought the urge, but the outcome was foreordained. Alexandra tried to tear her eyes away that beautiful organ, but she was not strong enough. As Benton waved his cock back and forth, Alexandra felt she was being hypnotized. Her pussy started flowing again even before the images of submitting to penetration by that wondrous weapon welled up in her mind. Unconsciously she shifted her legs farther apart as she though about Benton's cock sliding into her pussy, in and in and IN! "Come here to me, Alexandra," Benton ordered. "You're a big horny girl and you want this cock in you. You have to have it, Alexandra," he continued, slowly handling the organ as he backed into the apartment. He just smiled as Alex followed him as if in a trance. She didn't even hear the door close behind her. "You are too hot, Alexandra. You need a big dork in you to satisfy you tonight. You want to get laid, woman, more than you have ever wanted anything." Alexandra stood looking at him. She wanted to scream, "No!" She wanted to wake up and shake free from this erotic nightmare. But it was real and true. There was his cock and she did want it in her, desperately. "You can finish taking off your blouse," he remarked coolly. "You don't want it to get torn when I go to work again on your poonts, do you?" Humiliated, Alexandra complied. "Now you are going to strip for me, Alexandra. Show me where you want me to put my cock," he ordered. Alexandra was in a trance. Slowly, she unhooked her skirt and let it fall. "That's a good girl," he smirked. Now turn around. Hmm. "Nice bottom! You've got an ass that was made for screwing. You'll go crazy when I put it to you. Now drop your panties, baby. You're getting them ver wet and you won't need them where you're going." She fought but couldn't refuse his demand and in a moment her panties were around her ankles. "Now bring that pretty pussy to me and I'll put THIS in you," Benton ordered, indicating the bed at his side Alexandra could not remove her eyes from his engorged cock. "You won't regret it!" he smirked. She didn't regret it, at least that night. How could she? Regret requires thought and when Benton touched her again all brain functions but one stopped. His words had inflamed her almost as much as his hand that again went straight into her pussy. "I knew you'd be dripping again, Alexandra. This pussy is hungry and I'm going to feed her some of my warm thick jizz." Alexandra barely remembered how Benton led her to the bed while repeating how horny she was. Then he made her lie down. "Spread you legs wide for me, baby and let's see if you are ready for a good screwing." His fingers invaded her cunt and she felt herself coming again. "Oh, you're ready! Now, tell me what you want, Alexandra," he said as he gazed down at the writhing, rutting woman. "Do you want me just to play with your pussy, to make you come with my finger, like this?" "No, no! Please, no," she whimpered, after several more orgasms passed. "No? Getting diddled isn't enough for you, Alexandra? O.K. Tell me what else you want." "I want you to fuck, me, Benton. I want your cock. I've got to have it," she pleaded. "Yes, you do need it, Alexandra, a big cock. Where do you need it?" he went on as he brought her to another orgasm again with his fingers. "In me," she gasped. "You want my cock in you? Good, that's where I'm going to put it. Where in you, Alexandra?" "In ... my ... cunt!" she whispered. "Please, fuck it in my cunt!" "Well, this is your lucky night, Alexandra, because I've been planning to ram my cock into that big well juiced cunt of yours ever since I saw you mooning at me like a heifer in heat." he gloated and positioned the tip of his cock at her gushing slit. "Spread your legs, baby, and you'll get all the cock you want, right where you want it!" Alexandra screamed with pleasure and some pain as Benton slowly inserted his large penis. She had been fucked by other boys a few times, but she had never felt a prick like this one. It stretched her and filled her. Alexandra became incoherent, babbling pleas and obscenities. "Put it to me, Benton! Yes, Oh, shit. Fuck me good. I love your prick in me. Stick it in me deep." Alexandra had come so many times now she was almost delirious when Benton finally exploded in her. It triggered a final, Richter-8 orgasm and she went out like a light. That one night, impaled repeatedly on Benton's prick, was enough. Alexandra was hopelessly hooked on sex. She would do anything for Benton's prick. Fortunately, Benton didn't make her go off the pill; if he had wanted it, she would have been knocked up higher than a kite. For months she stopped going to classes and just hung around with Benton and the football team, doing anything to keep him screwing her. To her surprise, but not to Benton's, Alexandra discovered that once unleashed, her need for sex was grater than even Benton could satisfy. And the bastard found ways to turn this to his advantage. At his parties, Benton would get her a little drunk and leave her alone with his friends, knowing her need would drive her to going down for several if not all of them. He even put her up to seducing one of his professors and stealing exam questions. In between bouts of frenzied sex, Alexandra realized perfectly well what Benton was doing to her and hated him for it. But hating didn't make it any difference to his control over her. She could become furious with him, but he'd just smile and say, "I know what's wrong with you, woman." She could scream with frustration but when he looked at her with that arrogant leer she could feel her pussy get wet. She knew that whatever she thought or said now, in a few minutes she'd be on her back bleating with lust as Benton's cock made her come over and over. Who know what would have happened to her if she hadn't confessed her problem to Cheryl. "Sorry baby, this is my fault. I didn't know what one fuck could lead to. Well, if the problem is his cock, we'll just have to tame it" Cheryl smirked. "Slip one of these pills in his food and watch his noodle wilt." Alexandra was as frustrated as Benton the next night when he couldn't get hard and she had to suck him to orgasm. He continued to eat her and make her come like crazy, but without Benton's prick in her day and night, after a few days Alexandra was able to summon enough will power to leave him for good. Alexandra realized that never again could she let a man dominate her sexually like that. But after Benton she also knew she couldn't live without constant sex. The only conclusion was that if she were not to be dominated, she had to dominate. Which brought her back to the frustration with John's absence. "Alexandra, there's a patient to see you, but you should take a look at him first." Vicki, her new receptionist was grinning wickedly. Alexandra had confided to Vicki what she was going through and Vicki tried to help. Alexandra didn't know what she would have done without her new friend, especially yesterday, bless her heart. About 4:00 Vicki had appeared at her office door with a couple of tall screwdrivers. "Your day is over, Dr. Prince. It's time to relax." "Don't be ridiculous, Vicki. I have appointments scheduled until 8:30 PM." "Not now, you don't," Vicki grinned. "I canceled them." "You did what!?" "Drink up and I'll explain it to you." The cold liquid tasted good as she downed it. "That packed a wallop," Alexandra smiled after a minute or so. "It was supposed to, honey, you needed it. You are so tight you're about to snap like a cheap over-wound clock. I can feel the tension." Vicki began to massage Alexandra's neck. "Poor baby," she cooed. "With John gone you haven't had anyone to do this, have you?" Alexandra's sighs passed for agreement. Effortlessly Vicki slipped a hand inside Alexandra's low cut smock. "Or this!" "Oh, that feels heavenly, honey, but please stop. I'm feeling so woozy." "You should be. I put a slug of Aethenol in your drink" Vicki giggled. "But that's a tranquilizer that ..." "... 'Makes a person very susceptible to suggestion.'" Vicki continued quoting Alexandra back to herself. "I should know. I've seen you use it on guys you seduce. I'm just giving you some of your own medicine, doctor," Vicki chuckled as she kept on working the young doctor's hardening breasts. "You need it. You're so horny, Alexandra. You're going to have to let me give you some relief." "Oh, yes, this is beautiful," Alexandra sighed. "But I don't go down for girls, Vicki ..." "You do when you're high on Aethenol, honey. That's the reason you are letting me feel up your tits. You like what I'm doing, don't you Alexandra?" Vicki was becoming more imperious. "Oh, yes, darling ..." "Good. Now just relax and let me help you off with your clothes. Then I'm going to make you feel really good!' Vicki's firm hands took control and soon Alexandra found herself naked and stretched out on the same small bed where she taken advantage of so many men, flat on their backs, doped up, and fucked senseless. Now the tables were turned. Vicki had Alexandra flat of *her* back, *her* brain deliciously addled by the tranquilizer. Alexandra's legs were spread defenselessly and a warm skilled hand was busy in her pussy while another worked her hardening breast. Alexandra was floating in a erotic sea. "Oh, Alexandra, honey, you are still tied up in knots. But I know just what you need to unwind ... the big O!" Vicki's voice came almost as a shock, "You need to get off. I'm going to make you cum!" Before she could protest, Alexandra felt Vicki's lips leave her own and pause briefly on her tits. A wet trail snaked lower; her abdomen spasmed as Vicki's tongue darted briefly into her navel. Then she felt it! Vicki gently pulled apart her thighs and pressed her mouth to Alexandra's dripping sex lips. "I'm going to eat you, Alexandra. I'm going to eat your pretty, sopping pussy!" Alexandra was hardly aware when her receptionist had stripped, but soon she found Vicki straddling her face. The young woman busied herself again in Alexandra's snatch, her clever fingers and skilled tongue on her clit, driving the older woman wild. The first orgasm started to build. She couldn't fight the sensation. She bucked and cried out shamelessly as she came. Vicki hardly altered the rhythm of her attack on Alexandra's overflowing cunt. The orgasm left her shaken, but eager for more. As she felt Vicki's tongue and fingers start her up the roller coaster again, a large warm drop of liquid fell onto her lips. The excited younger woman's pussy was leaking onto Alexandra's face. She and Cheryl had played with each other in school, but Alexandra had never been in a full 69 before. Still, Alexandra knew instinctively what she had to do. Grasping Vicki's slim hips, she pulled her young, almost hairless cunt down to her lips and began to suck, delirious with the rank sexy odors of the girl's arousal. When Alexandra's tongue touched Vicki's clit, her reward was instantaneous. Vicki came and filled Alexandra's mouth with her hot salty spend. Alexandra's own body was contorted by yet another orgasm as she swallowed. ***** Alexandra must have passed out from the pleasure and the rest of the evening was a fog. Making love with Vicki for the first time yesterday had been wonderful. Vicki, who turned out to be an experienced switch hitter, had fucked Alexandra senseless several times in the office before taking her home for the night. The dope had worn off, but Alexandra wanted more of the young woman's attention and got it. They had sucked and fingered each other to more orgasms than she could count. At last Vicki had put a vibrating dildo in her that sent her into periodic orgasms until she had passed out for the night. But that was then and this was now. Vicki could make her come and she wouldn't mind a replay of last night, but there is nothing like having a man in you, which made Vicki's invitation intriguing. "What's there to look at?" Alexandra giggled. "Everything!" Vicki growled throatily. Alexandra and Vicki peered through the one way glass at a young man in shorts and a tank top. "He does look scrummy. Do you think he may be an athlete?" Alexandra asked, "I don't know, but that looks like the outline of an Olympic Gold Medal prick in his shorts. That's what you need tonight, baby, a big hard cock! Take him home, Alexandra and make him fuck your eyes out," her young friend advised. "God, I love sports medicine," Alexandra giggled, "O.K. You go out and shoot him the bird, you little minx, while I change into something to make him more uncomfortable. Then bring him in to see 'Dr. Hots.'" -o -- "Just made yourself comfortable, Hank," Alexandra smiled, making sure that from where he sat he could see far enough up her smock to be anything *but* comfortable. "I understand you may be feeling a little nervous. Some men fear that a woman doctor could use her knowledge about men's bodies to take advantage. But I'm sure a big strong guy like you isn't worried about that." "No ma'am," he responded innocently. "Good. Now let me ask you a some questions about those muscle spasms," she said and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You will have no secrets from me. You must tell your doctor everything." "Yes, ma'am," he replied uneasily. Alexandra smiled. This was going to be a piece of cake. "Tell me, how often do you have sexual intercourse?" "What?" "You know what I mean," she grinned. "How often do you fuck?" "What does that have to do with my leg cramps?" "When a woman has a headache, she doesn't fuck. When a man doesn't fuck, he gets an ache somewhere," Alexandra replied and shifted to open her legs a bit more. "So, are you getting laid every night?" "Well," he gulped, "Almost." "'Almost?' You mean there are some nights that you sleep alone, without a woman to satisfy you?" Alexandra laid on a thick tone of disbelief. "You look to me like a man who needs lots of sex. Don't you have a regular woman, one who knows just what turns you on, who anticipates your need for sex? Do you mean you don't have a regular girlfriend who takes the initiative, who screws you even before you knew you needed it?" "No ma'am." "That must make it HARD very hard." She was sure he was looking now. "How do you manage?" "I pick up girls here and there," he replied, obviously embarrassed. "There are several girls I call. It usually works out," he grinned stupidly. "I see. Well, then, I think I know your problem. You are not getting the right kind of sex. You need a woman who totally overwhelms you, who can make you fuck any time she wants. A series of one-night stands can't satisfy your appetites. You didn't have a woman this morning before you came here, did you?" "Uh ... No ma'am," he replied nervously. "I knew it. That would explain your reactions now." "My reactions?" "Your reactions to me," she smiled slyly. "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at my tits while we talked, Hank. And I believe you have been peeking up my smock as well. I think you one very horny young man," Alexandra grinned. "Please come over here, Hank. I am going to examine you to confirm my diagnosis," she said, motioning him to a low couch. "Do you want me to disrobe?" "That won't be necessary," she laughed. "Believe me, I know how to get a horny young man out of his pants." Alexandra giggled and began to open his shirt and loosen his belt. "Now, I'll just unzip you," Alexandra continued in a voice that allowed no dissent. "Oh, you have respectable swelling there where a woman likes to see one. You are really nice and big here, Hank," she observed, fondling his cook through his shorts. "This must account for your success with the girls. They see the size of that bulge and start staining their panties. I know I am. Let me pull down your shorts to get a better look at your penis." "Don't doctors use an examination table for this" he asked. "No, this is a special examination and I want you to be nice and comfortable. Now please relax," she said, pushing him back onto the couch and beginning again to stroke his prick. "Yes, you have a long thick cock. When this monster goes into a woman it must satisfy her profoundly. She must start coming as soon as she is penetrated by this tool." Hank's eyes were closed and he could hardly speak, but he nodded his head in agreement. "That's your problem. A woman when filled with a prick like yours, just goes off her nut too quickly. You bring her to a series of orgasms, unload your balls into her, and it's 'good night sweetheart.' If you want to fuck her again that night, you have to pull her limp legs open and climb on. She can't do anything for you because she's still knocked out. Am I correct?" "Uh huh," he replied dreamily, enjoying the hand of this big sexy woman massaging his cock. "That's the reason you are not getting total satisfaction. You're missing the long slow build up to orgasm with a woman setting the pace, making you gradually want it more and more. I'll bet you are so used to dominating women you have never had a woman fuck you from on top. You don't know how nice it is to be in the sexual power of a woman." "No..." "You would like that, Hank. You would like to have a woman seduce you, make you fuck her." "No, doctor." "I know better. That explains your muscle spasms. You need to be sated with sex by a woman who can control you completely. The pain is just a symptom of your unsatisfied craving for domination. I prescribe therapy beginning immediately." "No, no..." he tried to protest, but Alexandra just continued to stroke his prick deliciously. "Don't argue with your doctor, Hank." she ordered. "I know what's good for you and I am going to give you the treatment you need. You need sex badly and you're about to get a big dose. I'll have to administer the medicine that will give you immediate relief." "No, no. I'm leaving." He tried to get up. "Hank, you are not cooperating as you should. Vicki, will you prepare Hank for treatment as we discussed? "Gladly," Vicki replied walking in, completely naked. Hank was pleasantly distracted by the slender woman's big bouncing boobs. He didn't see the syringe until much too late. "Get away from me with that thing. You can't... Ouch" he exclaimed as Vicki drove the needle deep into his muscular ass. "I'll report you to the police. I'll go the AMA! I'll go ...." Vicki stopped his mouth with a kiss and pushed him back down onto the table." "You're not going anywhere, you big lunk, except going down for a sexy doctor," Vicki laughed. "I have just pumped you full of a light tranquilizer. The drug is going to make you feel very happy, but very susceptible to suggestion. And I suggest you just relax and let me work on your prick for a little while," Vicki continued, taking over the massaging of the dazed man's dick as Alexandra slipped out of her smock. "The doctor is getting ready to take you to bed and we want you to be ready, too. She likes a man's dick be big and hard when it goes into her so it will go really deep and satisfy her. The doctor likes sex and she's going to appreciate this hard-on." The helpless man was so far gone he hardly knew when Alexandra and Vicki finished undressing him. He just realized he was stripped and one svelte and one voluptuous woman was crawling all over him. Vicki was handling his prick exquisitely and gave the orders he couldn't refuse. "Now I wan t you to get the doctor ready to make love, Hank. She is willing to fuck you already, but you are going to set her on fire so she can enjoy it as much as you do.. Kiss her here," Vicki whispered, offering him one of Alexandra's large round breasts. "I want you to suck her tits really good, Hank. Take her nipples in your mouth. Umm ... that's the way," Vicki said approvingly as he followed her instruction. "You know what to do to turn a woman on. Make her crazy for you prick. The doctor just goes off her nut when a man does a proper job on her tits. It is important to get your sex therapist properly aroused, Hank, so she can give you the treatment you deserve," she giggled. As Hank nursed feverishly on Alexandra's tits, Vicki thrust her other hand into Alexandra's box. "Yes, Hank, you're doing an excellent job on her. I can feel it ... Sucking her titties is getting her good and wet. The doctor's cunt is going to be nice and juicy so she can slide down over your pole easily ... Good boy! .... See how she's squirming. She really wants you in her now. She's going to come so hard for you, Hank. She'll devour this prick, you lucky dog!" "And nursing her big hard tits is getting you ready, too, isn't it, sweetie. Her tits make you happy and relaxed, dreamy and docile. You love sucking her tits, don't you? Nursing Alexandra's titties makes you weak and helpless as a baby. You'll do anything for a woman with boobies like these." "Cut the preparation, Vicki" Alexandra interjected with a note of urgency as she clambered astride the recumbent man. "Let me get up on him ...Like this! ... And put his prick up in me. Oh, YES! He's sliding in deep, just where I want him. Oh, shit that monster feels good." Alexandra growled. "Careful, Alexandra. He's a dangerously attractive man even if he is doped. Put him under, first. Then you can get off." "Thanks. You're right." With effort Alexandra concentrated and looked down at the helpless man beneath her. "Close your eyes, honey" Come with me on a short sleepy ride. I'll rock back and forth on your prick, making you feel so good, so relaxed, so sleepy. You can't stay awake, Hank. I'm going to rock you to sleep.... Fuck you to sleep...." An orgasm overcame him and he passed out. ---0 --- Alexandra walked from her private bath back into her bedroom feeling good, better than she had since John had left. She looked down with satisfaction at the sleeping form of the handsome young man. What was his name? -Oh, yes, Hank. What a romp they had last night! He had almost as much stamina as John and a bigger prick! She admired his hard body. She though he had told her he was a trainer at a health club, although she had not wasted much time conversing with him. She was more interested in making up for a week without a man. She wasn't sure just how many times she had fucked him, but it wasn't one too many! The click of her heels on the hard wooden floor woke him. Groggily he opened his eyes, trying to comprehend how he got to this strange bedroom. "Doctor ... Doctor Prince?" he asked, confused. Alexandra walked over still wearing just earrings and a robe over bra and panties. "Good morning, my sweet," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him. "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up before I went to the office. I guess I took the starch out of you last night," she grinned. "You'll find the breakfast I fixed you downstairs. I've got DSTV and I've set you up an Adult Check account for you on my computer. Make yourself at home. And ... after last night, I think you can call me Alexandra." "But where ... how did I ...?" he stumbled as he sat up in the bed. "Do you mean how did I get you here after fucking you in the office?" "Well, yes, I guess so." He was so confused by the scantily dressed woman standing before him, he scarcely realized he was stark naked himself. "I see you have never been bedded by two women like Vicki and me before. Well, when we finished taking turns, you were in a very agreeable mood. So when I asked you if you would like to come home with me for the night, you were in no condition to say no. I gave you something to eat to keep up your strength and put you to bed again. We spent a lovely night in the sack, thank you very much, and I'm looking forward to similar session, tonight, but now I've got to run, honey. I'll see you around 7:00." "You expect me to stay here waiting for you all day?" "Of course I do. Just call the club and tell them the doctor ordered you to stay in bed today," she grinned. "Why would I do that?" "Because you will be looking forward to what I am going to do to you when I get home," Alexandra grinned. "Don't worry, I'm only going to keep you here for a few days until my regular boyfriend gets back," she said with some regret. "Great sex is one thing, lady, but holding me prisoner in your apartment is another." "In your case, Hank, they are exactly the same thing," Alexandra laughed. "It's the great sex that will keep you here." "No way! I'm out of here." Alexandra looked at him quizzically. "I believe you just might try!" she said, surprised. Then her voice became silky. "You do seem the excitable type, Hank. I don't want you to do anything rash. I'm afraid I'll have to give you something to prevent you from leaving, just a light soporific that will keep you too drowsy most of the day to go anywhere." "You won't get anywhere near me with a syringe this time." "I know I won't ... unless you are already out. That's why I'm going to put you down for a little morning nap first." "I'm not taking a nap; I'm leaving!" "I don't think so, Hank. Let me coax you back into bed. Don't remember last night? Perhaps I'd better remind you just how much you enjoyed being taken to bed and how easy it is to do. You like me in bra and panties, don't' you?" She cast off the flimsy robe took another step toward him. "Let's make love." "Stay away from me!" "You don't want me to fuck you?" she asked, mockingly. "Then you'd better not stare. Looking at big boobs can get you very horny, my young friend! That's a beautiful erection you've got. I've just the place for that arrogant cock of yours." she taunted and fingered her pussy. "Are you still sure you wouldn't like to go back to bed with me, Hank?" "Dr. Prince, No!" he pleaded, his self assurance eroding by the flood of passion washing over him. "I told you to call me Alexandra. I'm about to make love to you again; at least you can call me by my first name." She dropped her bra. "Come to my arms, Hank," she ordered as she sat naked by him on the bed. He couldn't control himself, the attraction was too strong. She took his hand and placed it on her breast as she took him in her arms and kissed him with passion until she felt him relax. Then she cradled his head to her bosom. "Take this to help you get ready for your nap, Hank," and she placed a large, firm breast to his lips. "Just suck my tits for a while, darling." Now she had him lying down and she cradled his head to her bosom. "You enjoy nuzzling my boobies, Hank, but it's making you sleepy, sleepy like a baby nursing from big hard boobs. ... Yes, that's the way. ... You are getting sleepy and but so deliciously horny. I can feel how hard you are, dear. You'll never get to sleep that way! You need to be fucked. Let me do something about that." "Turn over, darling and relax. I've got a place where this big hard prick can relax, too," she whispered as she pushed him onto his back and crawled astraddle of him. "Let me slide it into my pussy and make it feel so good." He gasped as she guided his erect penis up into her warm juicy cunt. "Now you're ready to be fucked, Hank. Close you eyes and let me pleasure you," she continued as she slowly rode her quim up and down over his prick. "It's wonderful to be fucked, isn't it Hank, not doing anything, getting the sex you need without effort. It's so restful, you are drifting off." She was riding him faster, now, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. "You can't stay awake any longer, Hank. I'm fucking you to sleep... fucking you.. to sleep... fucking you..." She felt him explode in her, coming and coming. As the last drops oozed into her warm pussy, a soft cloud descended over him and he knew nothing more. ***** Hank didn't fully wake up until 4:00 or 5:00. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the drug she had given him, but he felt happy in a very peaceful way. As Alexandra had predicted, he didn't want to leave. In an hour or so, he still didn't want to leave, but for a different reason; he was roaringly horny and eager for Alexandra to get home. How he wanted to fuck that woman! At last he heard her key in the lock. He opened the door and practically yanked her inside. "Oh Alexandra!" he said and kissed her passionately. "I'm so glad you're home at last." "What a nice welcome for a tired working girl!" she giggled and snuggled against him, feeling even sexier than she had expected. "Got anything else for me besides a warm welcome?" she said groping between his legs. "I was hoping you'd have something long and hard for me after a long hard day?" she returned his kisses eagerly. "My, my, you're enthusiastic tonight!" he remarked with a grin. "Why so keen? Didn't you seduce any patients today?" "Hank, how sweet!" she said and kissed him again, "I think you're jealous. What kind of perverted practitioner do you think I am, anyway? I don't seduce every man that come in my office, only hunky ones ... like you," she added as her hand slipped inside the robe she had left him to wear. "You mean one with a big cock." "Yes, a big cock belonging to a man who will put it where and when I tell him to please me. Do you think you are up for that?" "Just tell me what you want." "Oh, you're a big boy; you figure it out," she teased. "What do women usually want?" "A romantic evening," he replied, surprising her. "Come see what I have planned. This way, Madam." Taking a very surprise Alexandra by the hand, he led her to her study where two cold tall drinks were waiting. "I think you have some mischief on your mind," said Alexandra laughing." "Probably the same that's on yours or will be. Drink up and you'll find out." he said, handing her a glass. "Why the liquor, darling? Are you trying to get me drunk?" asked Alexandra laughing as the cold but burning liquid flowed down her esophagus. "Maybe. Most women enjoy getting laid more when they're a little high. It removes the guilt. They can tell themselves they just 'lost control.'" "True, but I'm not like 'most women.' I don't 'get laid' and I don't loose control. I fuck only when I decide to." "Maybe a little liquor in you will change that," said Hank as he pulled Alexandra into a tight embrace and began working her tits. "Hank, stop that, do you think that you can ... Uuuh!" Alexandra moaned as a jolt of pleasure hit her. "Can what? Can get you in the sack by playing with your titties? That's exactly what I think. You came home in the mood for sex, didn't you? The liquor hit you hard, ruining your perfect self control. And I can feel you boobies getting hard. You really do like to have them felt up, don't you Alexandra?" "No! ... Yes!." the confused woman gasped. "You're loosing it, Baby! You want sex bad don't you? Well, you're going to get it, but on my terms this time. I'm going to take you to bed and fuck *your* brains out like you did me last night." "Stop it you bastard! .... Ooh" the aroused woman moaned. "Stop what? Stop feeling of your titties? All right, would you rather I felt of this?" he replied and thrust his hand into her panties. Alexandra screamed with delight. "Just as I thought, you randy slut! I haven't even touched you down here and you've already wet your panties. Oh, you big women are all so messy! Let me..." "Ouch!" Hank cried out and turned to see Vicki looking at him smugly withdrawing a hypodermic from his arm. "When you wake up, darling, you and I are going to have a little talk about how to behave with a lady ...." were the last words Hank heard before he slumped unconscious." "Oh, Vicki," the panting doctor gasped. "I'm so glad to see you. Another few minutes ..." "You'd have been on your back with your legs wrapped around his torso bellowing grateful obscenities as he filled your cunt with his sperm, you horny girl." Vicki laughed. "Yes, I guess I would have been," Alexandra smiled, accepting the embrace of the younger woman. "I was completely out of control. It all happened so fast ..." "You were too horny. Hank must have sensed it and took advantage. I shouldn't have let you come home wanting sex that bad. He had figured out your resistance dissolves when somebody gets at these big boobies." Vicki said, starting to fondle one of Alexandra's naked tits. "You're right," Alexandra sighed, giving in to the pleasure of Vicki's fingers. "I'm glad I was here to help. I think you need more help than you realize. These titties your weakness, Alexandra, because they are so sensitive. You get aroused so easily." Alexandra tried weakly to protest but Vicki stopped her with a kiss and more vigorous fondling of Alexandra's rapidly re-hardening breasts. "Don't fight me, honey. You're so turned on. Hank did half a job on you, poor baby. Let me finish you. You need release. ... Oh, my! He was so right about your panties being wet," she continued as she slipped a hand into Alexandra's weeping pussy. "Let me take them off. You were so close, but he didn't get you off, did he?" "No, no" Alexandra whimpered. "But you need it! That man just got you hot. You need to orgasm, Alexandra. Just relax and let me make you come." "Oh, Vicki ..." Alexandra moaned in protest or gratitude or both as she surrendered to the young woman's skillful hand that was slowly stroking her now rigid clit. Her cries grew louder as Vicki expertly fingered her. Then she came! A mind-blowing orgasm that left her breathless and spent. "Let me put you to bed, honey," Vicki was speaking to her in a strange sing-song voice. "That orgasm took a lot out of you. You are exhausted, Alexandra. You need to sleep. Close your eyes for me, baby." Something seemed wrong to Alexandra. It felt like Vicki pouring thoughts into her brain. Too late through the erotic fog she realized what was happening. Vicki was hypnotizing her. She tried to resist, but she could not. The orgasm left her weak; the pleasure had drained her strength. Vicki's words were smothering her. "No, Vicki, stop" she pleaded, but Vicki continued. "You've had a good come and you are going to sleep now, Alexandra. In a few hours you will wake up feeling fresh and rested, but you're going to be horny again," she heard just before she slid into the trance. "You're going to need a man bad, Alexandra, but obey me and I'll see that you get all the cock you need. You'll do that for me, won't you Alexi. You'll obey me because you want to ... come!" A final spasm shock Alexandra and the doctor closed her eyes and drifted away. Smiling down at the entranced woman, Vicki turned and punched in the numbers on her cell phone. "John, darling, she's under. [pause].. "Yes, the stud you found performed exactly according to the suggestions I planted yesterday. [pause] "No problem. He found the Aethenol I placed in his clothes and dosed her good. She was flying!" [pause] "About another half hour to finish her up. [pause] "I've missed you, too. ... I'll be home soon." ***** Epilogue 1 A year later Victoria looked out over the city from the elegant quarters to which she had moved Alexandra's new practice. Victoria had turned it into a real money spinner and she was *very* good a managing the money it spun. Victoria set fees commensurate with the expensive new venue. Men paid very well to let Alexandra treat of their sexual dysfunctions. Fortunately the same therapy worked for 99.9% of the cases, even if some of them had to come back time after time. Alexandra was totally happy, no longer having to worry about money, or managing her time, or anything. Mistress Victoria did all those things for her. Victoria had even given Alexandra her very own room in the basement of the big house Mistress Victoria shared with John. Alexandra loved her Mistress, who always found Alexandra lots of men to fuck her, usually several a day. Alexandra enjoyed her work and Mistress Victoria told her she was very good at it, a natural practitioner, she said. The End And for those who like happier endings. <g> Epilogue 2 Five years later Victoria looked out over the city from the suite of offices into which Alexandra's new practice had grown. Victoria had found several young women right out of medical school to help Alexandra expand her practice. The basement of Vicki's and John's big house had plenty of room for them, too. Vicki had every reason to feel content. Things were a little quiet right now, she thought, smiling as she heard Alexandra -- or was it one of the others? -- screaming in ecstasy as she attended to a patient. My how these women did love their work! But soon things would be getting busier Vicki, grinned. She had spoken with John about it last night. As usual, John was a little reluctant, pleading that he already had his hands full. But he would come around after Vicki fucked him a few more times, he always did. Vicki agreed with John that he was busy, but Alexandra's twins, Jeremy and June, were almost ready for pre-school. Vicki had felt a little embarrassed about letting herself get pregnant with Andrea just when she had John knock Alexandra up again with Carl, but accidents do happen. Anyway, both were at the adorable rug rat stage by now, so John was through with the heavy diapering. No, it was definitely time for Alexandra to become a mother again. The cash flow from men who wanted therapy from a woman on all fours with a huge pregnant belly and pendant breasts was just unbelievable. And by the time Alexandra's baby arrived, the little bun Vicki had recently let John put in her oven would be on a more relaxed feeding schedule. No, John could handle it. He was good at taking care of babies, almost as good as at making them. The End. Comments (please) to [email protected]

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"><html><head><title>Die Bahnfahrt</title> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta content="HTML-Kit Build 292" name="GENERATOR"> <meta content="HTML-Kit.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"></head><body background="Nori_Die_Bahnfahrt_Ch01-Dateien/Perverts_bk.htm"> <p align="center"><b><font face="Courier" size="7">Perverts 'R' Us</font></b></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="5">Die Bahnfahrt</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="4">By Nori (</font><font color="#800000" size="3">M/g, pedo, german, pet</font><font color="#800000" size="4">)</font></p> <p align="justify">Ich war mit drei Freundinnen in der Stadt unterwegs gewesen. Als wir dann nach Hause mussten, gingen wir zu dem Bahnhof und stiegen in den wartenden Zug. Bis hierher war er noch ein Intercity gewesen, nun aber fuhr er als Nahrverkehrszug weiter. So hatte dieser Zug auch noch einige Abteilwagen. Wir bestiegen den Zug und versuchten noch vier Pltze nebeneinander zu bekommen. Was gar nicht einfach war, denn der Zug war schon ganz schn voll. Endlich sahen wir ein fast leeres Abteil. Es sa nur ein Mann darin. So berlegten wir uns, ob wir ihn bitten sollten, in einem anderen Abteil platz zu nehmen, damit wir vier zusammen sitzen knnen. Sabrina fand diese Idee ganz gut und ffnete auch gleich die Tre zu dem Abteil.</p> <p align="justify"> "Guten Abend", begann sie ganz hflich, denn darin ist sie wirklich gut, "ich wrde mich gerne mit meinen drei Freundinnen zusammen in ein Abteil setzen. Aber es sind nirgendwo mehr vier Pltze frei. So mchte ich sie fragen, ob sie sich vielleicht in ein anderes Abteil setzen knnten, dann htten wir alle vier hier Platz?"</p> <p align="justify"> Der Mann schaute uns alle vier an und grinste dabei. "Warum sollte ich denn das Abteil wechseln? Was habe ich denn davon? Hier ist doch Platz genug fr uns alle. Eine kann sich ja bei mir auf den Schoss setzten."</p> <p align="justify"> Wir waren zuerst alle etwas geschockt von dieser Antwort und eigentlich wollte ich mich schon umdrehen und weitergehen. Da sagte Sabrina: "Geht klar", und schon betrat sie das Abteil und setzte sich dem fremden Mann auf den Scho. Ich war zuerst etwas verblfft, aber Sabrina war von uns ja schon immer die Mutigste gewesen.</p> <p align="justify"> "Kommt doch endlich rein und macht die Tre zu", sagte sie zu uns, whrend sie es sich auf den Beinen des Mannes bequem machte. Dabei hingen ihre Beine seitlich von seinen Beinen herunter. So betraten wir dann auch das Abteil und ich setzte mich gegenber von Sabrina und dem Mann hin. Dann unterhielten wir uns weiter ber das Thema, ber das wir uns vor unserer Suche nach einem Platz unterhalten hatten. Sabrina tat so, als ob wir ganz alleine in dem Abteil wren. Der Mann hrte uns nur zu, mischte sich aber nicht in unseres Gesprch ein. So vergasen wir fast, dass er tatschlich anwesend war. Das Gesprch drehte sich um alles Mgliche. Karin erzhlte sogar, dass sie neulich ihren Eltern heimlich beim Poppen zugeschaut hat. Natrlich wollten wir dann auch sogleich alle wissen, was sie da den gesehen hat und sie begann damit es uns ausfhrlich zu schildern. Sie war aufgewacht und wollte auf die Toilette. Als sie an dem Schlafzimmer ihrer Eltern vorbeikam, hrte sie lustvolles Sthnen und Keuchen. Also drckte sie die Tre, welche nur angelehnt war ein Stck auf und schaute vorsichtig um die Ecke. Das Schlafzimmer war nur von einer der Nachttischlampen beleuchtet. Als sie dann so um die Tre herum schaute, sah sie, wie ihre Mutter gerade dabei war, ihrem Vater einen zu Blasen. Dabei drehte sie ihren Hintern der Tre zu und sie konnte die Spalte ihrer Mutter in dem Dmmerlicht erkennen. Sie erzhlte uns in allen Einzelheiten, wie ihre Eltern es sich gegenseitig besorgt haben. Dabei achtete niemand mehr darauf, dass ein fremder Mann mit uns im Abteil sa und mithrte.</p> <p align="justify"> Ich sah jedoch, dass er zuerst eine, dann aber auch noch die andere Hand auf die Knie von Sabrina legte. Langsam streichelte er ihre Knie und seine Hnde wanderten immer weiter. Sabrina schien dies ganz zu ignorieren. Sie war total gefesselt von der Erzhlung, wie die Eltern von Nathalie sich gefickt haben. Dabei sah ich, wie die Hnde des Mannes immer weiter zwischen ihre leicht gespreizten Beine wanderten. Hatten sie gerade noch die Knie gestreichelt, so streichelten sie jetzt schon ihre Oberschenkel. Dabei schob er auch ganz langsam ihren kurzen Rock nach oben. Immer weiter lie er seine Hnde ber ihre Schenkel wandern und nherte sich dabei immer mehr ihrem Hschen. </p> <p align="justify"> 'Sicher wird sie ihm gleich sagen, dass er aufhren soll' dachte ich mir, als er immer mutiger wurde und seine Hnde nun nur noch wenige Zentimeter von ihrem Unterhschen entfernt waren. Er hatte den Rock mittlerweile so weit nach oben geschoben, dass ich ihr blaues Hschen sehen konnte. Ganz zrtlich streichelte er ber ihre Schenkel und dabei spreizte er seine Beine etwas mehr. Da Sabrina ihre Beine links und rechts von seinen Beinen hngen hatte, spreizte er damit auch ihre Beine. Als ich aufschaute sah ich, dass Sabrina ihren Kopf zurckgelegt hatte und mit geschlossenen Augen die zrtlichen Streicheleinheiten zwischen ihren Beinen genoss. Ich glaubte es kaum. Sie lie sich von einem fremden Mann zwischen den Beinen streicheln.</p> <p align="justify"> Karin, sie sa neben mir, war in der Zwischenzeit auch aufgefallen, dass Sabrina nicht mehr ganz bei der Sache war und dass auch ich ihr nicht mehr richtig zuhrte. Als sie dann sah, warum ich ihr nicht mehr zuhrte, hrte sie auch auf mit Erzhlen und schaute, genauso wie ich, gebannt zwischen die Beine von Sabrina. Jasmin sa uns gegenber und bekam erst nicht mit, was da vor sich geht. Auf ein Handzeichen von Karin, kam sie auf unsere Seite und als sie sah, dass der fremde Mann Sabrinas Schenkel streichelte und sich dabei immer mehr ihrem Hschen nherte, setzte sie sich sogleich neben Karin. Dabei zog sie noch schnell die Vorhnge von unserem Abteil zu. </p> <p align="justify"> Nun betrachteten wir alle drei, wie die Hnde des Mannes sich immer mehr Sabrinas Muschi nherten. Je mehr zwischen ihre Beine vordrang, desto hher schob er ihren Rock. Ich nahm mein Handy raus und schaltete die Videokamera ein. Das musste ich unbedingt festhalten.</p> <p align="justify"> Ihre Schamlippen zeichneten sich ganz deutlich unter dem Stoff ihres Slips aus. Auch vermeinte ich einen feuchten Fleck auf dem Stoff zu erkennen. Eine seiner Hnde berhrte nun kurz das Hschen von Sabrina. Wir hrten sie leise aufsthnen. Langsam lie er nun einen Finger der anderen Hand an dem Bund ihres Hschens entlang gleiten. </p> <p align="justify"> "AHHHHHH", hrten wir sie Sthnen, als er auch mit einem Finger der anderen Hand langsam ber ihr Hschen streichelte. Und es war wirklich ein feuchter Fleck auf ihrem Hschen. Denn dieser wurde ganz langsam immer grer. Er begann nun damit, abwechselnd mit der einen, dann mit der anderen Hand ber ihre ganze Muschi zu streicheln. Langsam lie er seine Finger ber ihre Schamlippen gleiten. Dabei zeichnete sich ihre kleine Spalte immer mehr unter dem Stoff ab. Als er den feuchten Fleck auf ihrem Hschen erreichte, drckte er etwas mehr zu und rieb mit seinem Finger an dieser Stelle hin und her. Die Brust von Sabrina hob und senkte sich immer schneller. </p> <p align="justify"> 'Oh mein Gott', dachte ich mir, 'sie ist ja schon richtig feucht und erregt. Zwischen seiner Hand und ihrer kleinen Mse ist nur noch der Stoff von ihrem Hschen.' Dabei sprte ich auch, wie es bei mir zwischen den Beinen anfing zu kribbeln und langsam immer wrmer wurde. Das Zuschauen erregte mich fast genauso sehr, wie das Streicheln Sabrina erregte. Ich achtete darauf, dass ich mit meinem Handy auch ja alles mitbekam.</p> <p align="justify"> Ich hielt die Luft an, als ich sah, wie er einen Finger langsam in den Beinausschnitt von Sabrina streckte und dann unter ihrem Hschen ber ihre Schamlippen streichelte. Sein Finger streichelte ganz vorsichtig ber ihre Schamlippen und berhrte auch ihre Spalte. Dabei wurde mir immer heier zwischen den Beinen. Neben mir seufzte Karin leise auf und als ich zu ihr rberschaute, sah ich, wie sie sich selbst mit einer Hand ber ihr Hschen streichelte. </p> <p align="justify"> Nun steckte er auch noch einen Finger durch den anderen Beinausschnitt und streichelte mit zwei Fingern ber die Mse von Sabrina. Ich sah, wie sich seine Finger unter dem Stoff des Hschens immer wieder die Spalte entlang bewegten. Sabrina sthnte und keuchte immer wieder lustvoll auf und ihre Erregung wuchs immer mehr. Das muss sich wunderbar anfhlen, so gestreichelt zu werden. </p> <p align="justify"> Er zog seine Finger nun wieder aus dem Hschen von Sabrina heraus. Ich dachte mir, dass er nun doch aufhrt und sich nicht mehr traut sie noch mehr zu streicheln. Jedoch hatte ich mich getuscht. Er steckte auf beiden Seiten mehrere Finger in den Bund von Sabrinas Hschen. Dann hob er ihren Hintern ein kleines Stck an und zog ganz langsam das Hschen von Sabrina nach unten. </p> <p align="justify"> 'Nein', dachte ich mir, 'er kann doch Sabrina nicht das Hschen ausziehen.' Aber sie lie es sich gefallen und er zog langsam den Bund ihres Hschens ber ihren Hintern bis zu ihren Schenkeln. Dann setzte sie sich wieder auf seine Oberschenkel und hob nun ihrerseits ihre Beine etwas an und drckte die Knie zusammen, so dass er ihr das Hschen ber ihre Schenkel bis zu den Knien ziehen konnte. Ich musste das Handy mit beiden Hnden festhalten, so fing ich vor Aufregung an zu Zittern. Als er ihr das Hschen bis zu den Knien gezogen hatte, streckte sie ihre Beine etwas aus und lie es langsam bis zu ihren Fen rutschen. Diese schttelte sie dann noch etwas und das Hschen viel zu Boden. Als sie dann ihre Beine wieder wieder in die richtige Lage brachte und spreizte, konnte ich ihre unbehaarte Muschi erblicken. Nicht dass dies das erste Mal gewesen wre, dass ich ihre Muschi sah. Wir bernachteten fters mal beieinander und da sahen wir uns auch immer wieder nackt. Ich wusste also, wie ihre Muschi aussieht, aber jetzt war das doch noch etwas ganz anderes. Wir waren nicht zu Hause in unseren Zimmern, sondern in einem Zug und ein fremder Mann hatte ihr das Hschen ausgezogen. Auerdem war sie schon sehr erregt. Als sie ihre Beine wieder spreizte, ffnete sich auch sogleich wieder ihre Spalte und wir konnten ihren Kitzler ganz genau sehen. </p> <p align="justify"> Der Mann lie nun wieder seine Hnde ber ihre Schenkel streicheln und nherte sich dabei immer mehr ihrer nun ganz unbekleideten Muschi. Als seine Hnde ihre Schamlippen berhrten zuckte sie kurz zusammen und sthnte wollstig auf. Mit seinen Zeigefingern begann er damit ihr ber ihre Schamlippen zu streicheln. Dabei konnte ich sehen, wie ihre Spalte immer mehr vor Feuchtigkeit glnzte. Langsam lie er einen seiner Finger ber ihre Spalte gleiten und berhrte dabei ihren kleinen Kitzler. Wieder sthnte sie auf. Er nahm ihre Perle zwischen zwei Finger und begann damit sie zrtlich zu massieren. </p> <p align="justify"> Neben mir hrte ich wie Karin und Jasmin immer wieder aufsthnten. Beide hatten eine Hand in ihrem Hschen stecken und massierten sich. Wenn ich nicht mein Handy festhalten wrde um Karin zu filmen, wrde ich mich auch streicheln aber so freute ich mich schon darauf, wenn ich zu Hause bin mir den Film anzuschauen und mich dann dabei selbst zu streicheln. </p> <p align="justify"> Wieder lie er einen Finger durch ihre Spalte gleiten und drang dabei immer tiefer zwischen ihre Beine vor. Ich sah das kleine feucht glnzende Msenloch von Sabrina und wie von dort immer mehr Muschischleim herausfloss. Der Mann fuhr mit seinem Finger immer wieder ber ihr Loch und verteilte den Saft ber ihrer ganzen Spalte. Es kam soviel aus ihr heraus, dass sogar ein Teil davon auf den Boden tropfte und sich dort eine kleine Pftze bildete. </p> <p align="justify"> Als er dann pltzlich seinen Finger ein Stck in ihr kleines Muschiloch schob, zuckte Sabrina zusammen und sthnte so laut auf, dass er ganz schnell mit einer Hand ihr den Mund zuhielt, damit nicht doch noch andere Passagiere des Zuges auf uns aufmerksam wurden. Er bewegte den Finger kreisfrmig in ihrem kleinen Loch herum. Dabei sthnte und keuchte Sabrina immer wieder unterdrckt auf. </p> <p align="justify"> So etwas habe ich noch nie gehrt und vor allem noch nie gesehen. Eine meiner besten Freundinnen wird vor meinen Augen von einem fremden Mann bis zum Orgasmus gestreichelt. Ich dachte zumindest, dass dies ein Orgasmus wre. Da hatte ich mich aber getuscht. Sabrina wurde immer erregter und der Mann bewegte seinen Finger immer schneller in ihrer Muschi. Dabei zog er ihn aber auch immer wieder aus dem kleinen Loch heraus und steckte ihn wieder in sie hinein. Es tropfte immer mehr von ihrem Saft auf den Boden und es roch immer intensiver.</p> <p align="justify"> Als er dann seinen Finger wieder aus ihr herauszog und damit begann ihre erregte Perle zu massieren zuckte sie nochmals zusammen und wir hrten sie unterdrckt durch seine Hand aufsthnen. Dabei sah ich, wie in Schben aus ihrem Msenloch Saft auf den Boden spritzte. Immer wieder kam ein Schwall von Muschisaft aus ihr heraus. Auf dem Boden wurde die Pftze immer grer und grer. Sie drckte ihren Krper durch und zitterte am ganzen Leib, als eine Orgasmuswelle nach der anderen durch sie hindurch floss. </p> <p align="justify"> Ihr Hschen, das sie auf den Boden hat fallen lassen, lag genau in der Pftze und saugte sich mit ihrem Muschischleim voll. Langsam lie ihr Orgasmus nach und der Mann streichelte nun langsamer durch ihre weit geffnete Spalte. So etwas hatte ich noch nie gesehen und so einen Orgasmus wollte ich auch einmal haben. Neben mir sthnten auch Jasmin und Karin unterdrckt auf, aber bei ihnen war es bei weitem nicht so intensiv wie bei Sabrina. </p> <p align="justify"> Eigentlich dachte ich, dass er jetzt wohl aufhren wrde. Schlielich hatte sie ja ihren Orgasmus gehabt, aber auch da hatte ich mich getuscht. Der Mann streichelte Sabrina immer noch immer wieder langsam durch ihre Spalte oder ber ihre Schamlippen. Dabei lie er den Finger immer wieder ber ihrem Muschiloch kreisen oder drckte sanft darauf, jedoch noch ohne in sie einzudringen. Ich konnte sehen, wie sie wieder immer erregter wurde. </p> <p align="justify"> "OHHHH ist das schn", sthnte sie auf, als er wieder mit seinem Finger ber ihrem Loch kreiste und langsam die Fingerspitze in sie hinein steckte. Dort begann er dann wieder mit Kreisfrmigen Bewegungen. Sabrina begann wieder mit leisem Sthnen, was sich aber schnell steigerte und immer lauter wurde. Er hielt ihr dieses Mal seine andere Hand ber den Mund und so konnte sie ihren eigenen Duft schmecken und ihren Msenschleim von seinen Fingern lecken. </p> <p align="justify"> Sie drckte ihre Muschi immer wieder gegen seine Hand und ich sah, dass er sich sehr anstrengen musste, nicht zu tief in sie einzudringen. "Ich will dich doch nicht mit meinem Finger entjungfern, meine Se", hat er zu ihr gesagt und seinen Finger wieder aus ihr herausgezogen, nur um ihn im nchsten Moment wieder in sie rein zustecken. Dieses Spiel wiederholte er immer schneller werdend. Dabei sthnte Sabrina immer mehr und mehr auf und ihr Krper zuckte immer wieder zusammen, bis sie schlielich wieder die Erlsung in einem Orgasmus fand. Er machte mit seinem Finger solange in ihrer Muschihhle weiter, bis ihr Orgasmus wieder nachgelassen hatte. </p> <p align="justify"> Als er dann noch eine Weile zrtlich ber die Spalte von Sabrina streichelte, lie diese sich erschpft nach hinten an ihn sinken. "Das ist doch viel schner, als nur zu hren, wie es zwei Erwachsene miteinander treiben", sagte sie noch ganz erschpft.</p> <p align="justify"> "Und wir konnten alle dabei zuschauen", entgegnete ihr Jasmin und zog nun auch ihre Hand aus ihrem Hschen heraus. Auch dieses war mittlerweile schon etwas feucht geworden. </p> <p align="justify"> Ich ging mit meinem Handy ganz nah an ihre heie Spalte heran und filmte diese ganz genau. Das Licht viel gerade richtig durch das Fenster auf ihre Mse. Als der Mann sah, was ich machte, ergriff er die beiden Schamlippen von Sabrina und zog diese weit auseinander. Dabei konnte ich sogar in die Lustgrotte von Sabrina hinein blicken. Auf dem Video war sogar noch ihr Jungfernhutchen zu erkennen.</p> <p align="justify"> Gerade in diesem Moment hrten wir die Ankndigung, dass der nchste Halt unser Bahnhof ist und wir aussteigen mssen. Auch der Zug bremste schon ab und wir standen schnell auf und packten unser Schultaschen. Sabrina wollte sich gerade bcken und ihr Hschen aus der Pftze auf dem Boden aufheben, als der Mann ihr zuvorkam, das Hschen aufhob, sich unter die Nase hielt und sagte: "Das nehme ich als Erinnerung mit." Dafr gab er aber Sabrina eine Karte mit der Bemerkung: "Meine ICQ Nummer. Falls du oder eine deiner Freundinnen eine Wiederholung davon mchten", und an mich gewandt sagte er: "Und du kannst mir dann auch mal das Video schicken das du davon gemacht hast."</p> <p align="justify"> "Geht klar", sagte ich im noch, als wir aus dem Abteil gingen und auch kurz darauf ausstiegen. </p> <p align="justify">Als wir auf dem Bahnhof alleine waren und gemeinsam nach Hause gingen, unterhielten wir uns noch ber dieses unglaubliche Erlebnis. Sabrina musste uns ganz genau schildern, wie sie das ganze empfunden hatte. Dabei sprte ich wieder, wie ich etwas feuchter zwischen den Beinen wurde. Sabrina fand es auch ganz erregend, ohne Hschen unter dem Rock herum zu laufen und wir beschlossen, dass wir das alle am nchsten Tag auch probieren wollten. </p> <p align="justify"> Da sagte Jasmin: "Warum bis morgen warten. Mein Hschen ist sowieso schon ziemlich feucht und das ist ja ganz ungesund." Sie schaute sich um und da niemand vor oder hinter uns war, fasste sie sich ganz schnell unter den Rock und zog sich ihr Hschen herunter und aus. Karin und ich schauten sie zuerst etwas fragend an, dann griff auch ich und kurz darauf auch Karin sich unter den Rock und auch wir zogen uns die Unterhschen aus.</p> <p align="justify"> Nun liefen wir gemeinsam alle ohne Unterhschen unter dem Rock weiter durch unsere kleine Stadt. Dabei unterhielten wir uns weiter ber unser Erlebnis und kicherten immer wieder, wenn jemand an uns vorbeilief. Vor allem wenn es Mnner waren. Wenn die wssten, dass wir keine Hschen mehr unter unseren Rcken an hatten. So viel Spa hatten wir schon lange nicht mehr beim Nachhause gehen.</p> <p align="justify"> Als wir dann Zuhause angekommen waren, verabschiedeten wir uns voneinander. Ich versprach den anderen, dass ich jedem den Film von meinem Handy zukommen lassen werde. </p> <p align="justify"> Als ich unser Haus betrat, begrte ich meine Mutter und erzhlte ihr so das bliche von der Schule. Natrlich erzhlte ich ihr nichts von dem Erlebnis im Zug. Als ich mich endlich von ihr losreien konnte ging ich in mein Zimmer hoch, schloss die Tre hinter mir und hngte mein Handy sofort an meinen Computer. Whrend ich den Film berspielte, zog ich mich aus und setzte mich nackt auf den Drehstuhl am Schreibtisch.</p> <p align="justify"> Als der Film fertig kopiert war, startete ich ihn. Zum Glck hat mir mein Papa ein gutes Handy gekauft, mit einer sehr guten Kamerafunktion. So war das Bild nicht allzu klein und ich konnte alles ganz genau auf dem Bildschirm erkennen. Ich sah hier sogar noch besser, wie er Sabrina streichelte und sah auch ihr kleines Muschiloch ganz genau. Nun endlich hatte ich die Mglichkeit mich auch selbst zu streicheln und lie meine Finger ber meine Scheide wandern. Dabei sprte ich, wie ich immer erregter und geiler wurde. Ich drang mit meinen Fingern immer tiefer in meine Spalte ein und sprte meine eigene Feuchtigkeit. Whrend ich zusah, wie der fremde Mann Sabrina streichelte sthnte ich selbst immer wieder auf und streichelte meine eigene Muschi immer wilder. Zum ersten Mal traute ich mich nun auch einen Finger in mein kleines Loch zu stecken. Oh wie Geil das war. Meine eigene Mse umschloss meinen Finger ganz eng und ich drang bis zu meinem Jungfernhutchen in mich ein. So ein intensives Gefhl hatte ich noch nie gehabt und ich musste mich beherrschen, um meinen Orgasmus nicht laut heraus zu sthnen. Ich zog den Finger wieder aus meiner Scheide heraus und sprte, wie mein Msensaft langsam aus meinem kleinen Loch herausfloss und auf den Stuhl tropfte.</p> <p align="justify"> Nun erst bemerkte ich, dass meine Freundinnen schon die ganze Zeit ber versucht hatten, mich ber ICQ zu erreichen. Ich antwortete ihnen und schickte ihnen auch sogleich den Film zu. Sobald sie den Film hatten, waren sie auch schon nicht mehr anzusprechen. Von dem Mann hatte mir Sabrina die ICQ Nummer gegeben, er nannte sich 'Nori' und so habe ich auch ihm gleich den Film geschickt. Schlielich verdanken wir ihm eine sehr aufregende Bahnfahrt.</p> <p align="justify"> Auch ich schaute mir den Film nochmals an. Es war einfach geil zu sehen, wie der Mann sich immer mehr traute und seine Hand sich immer mehr der Spalte von Sabrina nherte. Dabei streichelte ich mich genauso wie ich es auf dem Film sah. Aber es fhlte sich trotzdem nicht so an wie es Sabrina uns beschrieben und wie es bei ihr ausgesehen hat.</p> <p align="justify"> Die anderen Mdchen meldeten sich zum Essen ab. So blieb im Moment nur ich brig und ich Chatete noch etwas mit Nori. </p> <p align="justify"> "Hast du auch eine Webcam?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ja", antwortete ich ihm, "ich habe hier eine stehen."</p> <p align="justify"> "Kannst du sie einschalten? Die Muschi von deiner Freundin habe ich ja gesehen aber deine noch nicht."</p> <p align="justify"> Ich war sprachlos. Er wollte tatschlich meine Muschi sehen. Das war genau das, wovor man uns gewarnt hatte. Aber er hatte ja Recht. Ich habe ihm schlielich den Film von Sabrina geschickt und jetzt wollte er mehr sehen. Auerdem wre ich froh gewesen, wenn er statt Sabrina mich so gestreichelt htte. "Warte mal kurz", schrieb ich ihm und schloss die Kamera an und aktivierte die Webcamfunktion meines Messangers. Auch er aktivierte seine Webcam und ich grinste ihn an. Dann nahm ich die Cam von meinem Schreibtisch herunter und stellte sie auf einen kleine Tisch, der daneben stand. Dieser hatte genau die gleiche Hhe wie mein Stuhl. Ich richtete die Cam aus und setzte mich mit gespreizten Beinen direkt davor. Da das Bild etwas dunkel war, holte ich noch schnell meine Schreibtischlampe und beleuchtete meine Spalte.</p> <p align="justify"> Ich selbst hatte hellrote Haare und im Gegensatz zu Sabrina auch schon einige Haare an meiner Spalte. Nicht dass meine Muschi schon so richtig behaart wre, die Haare wuchsen bis jetzt nur als Streifen neben meiner Spalte und etwas mehr im oberen Bereich meiner Muschi. Sie hatten die gleiche Farbe wie meine Haare. Sogar noch etwas heller.</p> <p align="justify"> "Sieht schn aus", schrieb mir Nori, "ich hatte mich schon gefragt, ob du rote Haare zwischen den Beinen hast."</p> <p align="justify"> "Es sind zwar noch nicht so viele, aber mehr als bei Sabrina."</p> <p align="justify">"Das stimmt, aber das habe ich im Zug ja nicht so genau sehen knnen, sondern nur gefhlt."</p> <p align="justify"> "War es ein schnes Gefhl, so ber ihre Spalte zu streicheln?"</p> <p align="justify">"Das war phantastisch. Da wir gerade dabei sind, wrdest du dich fr mich jetzt streicheln? Ich wrde das gerne mal sehen, wie ein Mdchen es sich selbst besorgt."</p> <p align="justify"> Ich war etwas erstaunt ber seine Frage. Aber da ich ihm ja eh schon alles zeigte, machte das auch nicht mehr viel aus. Auerdem war ich sowieso noch ganz feucht zwischen den Beinen. Dafr musste er mir aber auch etwas bieten.</p> <p align="justify"> "Nur wenn du das gleiche machst. Ich habe nmlich noch nie so richtig einen harten Schwanz gesehen."</p> <p align="justify"> "Kein Problem", schrieb er und ich sah, wie er seine Webcam umstellte. Langsam kam sein leicht angeschwollener Schwanz in das Bild. </p> <p align="justify"> "Dann lass uns beginnen", tippte er noch und fasste mit einer Hand an seinen Schwanz. Langsam zog er seine Vorhaut zurck und bewegte seine Hand an seinem Schwanz hoch und runter. Ich fasste nun mir selbst an meine Scheide und begann damit mir durch meine Spalte zu streicheln. Ich fhlte, wie ich immer feuchter wurde. Dabei sah ich, wie sein Schwanz immer grer wurde. Das war fr mich das erst Mal, dass ich mich vor einem Zuschauer streichelte und ihm selbst dabei zuschaute, wie er es sich besorgte. </p> <p align="justify"> 'Oh wie Geil', dachte ich mir, 'sein Schwanz wird immer grer und hrter. So etwas mchte ich auch einmal anfassen.' Dabei wurde ich immer geiler und sthnte immer wieder lustvoll auf.</p> <p align="justify"> Jetzt hatte sein Schwanz die volle Grer erreicht. Ich sah, wie er immer wieder ber seine Eichel streichelte und wie dort etwas Flssigkeit heraus kam. Ich streichelte mich dabei an meinem Kitzler und keuchte immer erregter auf. Schade, dass ich kein Mikrofon habe. Ich htte ihm gerne noch berspielt, wie ich sthnte. </p> <p align="justify"> Wie gebannt schaut ich auf den Bildschirm und beobachtete genau, wie er sich einen Runterholte. Dabei lie ich meinen Mittelfinger ber mein Msenloch wandern und massierte mich dort. Jetzt steckte ich den Finger in mein enges Loch hinein und sthnte dabei wieder laut auf. Hoffentlich luft jetzt nicht gerade jemand an meiner Tre vorbei. </p> <p align="justify"> Gerade in dem Moment, in dem ich meinen Finger in meine Mse steckte, sah ich, wie Nori zuckte und wie aus seinem Schwanz Sperma herausschoss. Immer wieder spritzte sein Saft aus seinem Schwanz und lief an seinem Schwanz und an seiner Hand entlang nach unten. Das war nun auch fr mich der Auslser. Ich sah etwas, das noch keine meiner Freundinnen gesehen hatte. Vor meinen Augen spritzte ein Mann ab, whrend ich mich selbst streichelte. Ich zog meinen Finger wieder aus meiner Lustgrotte heraus und massierte noch kurz meine Perle. Dann sthnte ich wieder auf und sprte, wie mein Krper zusammenzuckte. Als ich nach meinem Orgasmus mit meinen Fingern mir durch die Spalte fuhr, sprte ich, wie nass ich war. Auch das Polster von meinem Drehstuhl war nass und auf dem Tisch sah ich sogar ein paar Spritzer. Ich war total auer Atem und es dauerte eine kleine Weile, bis ich wieder in der Lage war etwas zu Schreiben.</p> <p align="justify"> "Das war schn, nicht wahr?" tippte Nori.</p> <p align="justify">"Ja. Das hat richtig Spa gemacht. Aber ich wrde gerne mal fhlen, wie es ist einen Schwanz in der Hand zu halten wenn er abspritzt", schrieb ich zurck. Dabei dachte ich nicht, dass er da mitmachen wrde. Aber wenn ich es mir richtig berlegt htte, dann htte ich mir die Antwort schon denken knnen. Schlielich hat er ja auch nicht davor zurck geschreckt Sabrina im Zug bis zum Orgasmus zu streicheln. </p> <p align="justify"> "Das lsst sich einrichten", schrieb er mir zurck. "Auch ich wrde gerne mal deine Mse streicheln. Hast du morgen Nachmittag Zeit?"</p> <p align="justify"> Ich berlegte. Das war ja ein eindeutiges Angebot. Und im Gegensatz zu Sabrina konnte ich auch seinen Schwanz anfassen. Warum sollte ich nicht auch einmal etwas machen, das mir Spa macht. Es ist zwar verboten aber das war mir egal. Warum sollen nur die Erwachsenen damit Spa haben und warum wollen sie uns Kindern vorschreiben ab wann wir es machen drfen. Jetzt hatte ich die Gelegenheit mehr darber zu erfahren. Diese Gelegenheit wollte ich mir nicht entgehen lassen. Sonst fragt er noch eine meiner Freundinnen und die haben ihren Spa mit ihm und erzhlen dann immer wieder wie schn es war. Nur ich kann da nicht mitreden.</p> <p align="justify"> "Und ich darf dich dabei auch anfassen und streicheln", schrieb ich zurck.</p> <p align="justify">"Aber sicher doch", kam prompt die Antwort, "du darfst alles machen, was dir Spa macht."</p> <p align="justify"> Oh wie Geil. Ich hatte ja schon so einiges darber gehrt. Aber es mal selbst ausprobieren das ist etwas ganz anderes.</p> <p align="justify"> "Und wenn du der Meinung bist, dass ich zu weit gehe, dann hre ich auch auf."</p> <p align="justify">"Und wo wollen wir uns treffen?", fragte ich ihn, "bei mir Zuhause geht es schlecht. Wenn unsere Nachbarn sehen, dass ich einen fremden Mann in das Haus lasse und der dort lngere Zeit bleibt, dann erfahren das meine Eltern sofort."</p> <p align="justify"> "Ich kann dich ja in der Nhe abholen. Dann fahren wir zu mir. Dort sind wir ganz ungestrt."</p> <p align="justify">"Gute Idee. Hast du Morgen um vier Zeit?"</p> <p align="justify"> "Kein Problem, das lsst sich einrichten."</p> <p align="justify">Wir klrten noch ab, wo er mich abholen soll und dann musste auch ich mich abmelden, denn meine Mutter rief zum Abendessen.</p> <p align="justify"> Ich zog mir schnell noch meinen Rock an, auf ein Hschen unter dem Rock verzichtete ich, dann eilte ich die Treppe herunter zu meinen Eltern. 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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <html><head><title>Mnnermangel - Teil 4</title> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta content="HTML-Kit Build 292" name="GENERATOR"> <meta content="HTML-Kit.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"></head><body background="Nori_Mannermangel_Teil_4-Dateien/Perverts_bk.htm"> <p align="center"><b><font face="Courier" size="7">Perverts 'R' Us</font></b></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="5">Mnnermangel - Teil 4</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="4">By Nori (</font><font color="#800000" size="3">M/F, M/g, pedo, 1st, SciFi, deutsch</font><font color="#800000" size="4">)</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#800000"><i>Personen unter 18 Jahren sollten hier nicht mehr weiter lesen. In dieser Geschichte geht es um die sexuelle Beziehung von Erwachsenen zu einem minderjhrigen Mdchen. Wer solche Geschichten nicht mag, der sollte ab hier nicht mehr weiter lesen. Den anderen wnsche ich viel Spa dabei.</i></font></p> <p align="justify">"Ich bin fertig", rief sie nach einer Weile und kam die Treppe heruntergerannt. Noch immer hatte sie nichts an.</p> <p align="justify">"Dann werde ich mich mal um deine Tochter kmmern und sie in ihr Bett bringen." Als ich dies sagte, stand ich auf und ging auf Marianne zu. Ich bckte mich zu ihr und gab ihr als erstes einen langen Zungenkuss, den sie sofort erwiderte. Als wir uns wieder voneinander gelst hatte, nahm ich sie auf meine Arme und sie schlang ihre Arme um meinen Hals. Beim Anblick von diesem jungen, hbschen und vor allem nackten Mdchenkrper auf meinen Armen, zuckte mein Schwanz schon wieder und fing an langsam grer zu werden. Dazu trug auch noch der Gedanke, sie gleich zu ficken eine Menge bei. Wenn ich mir so ihre kleine, nur mit einem zarten Flaum bewachsene Muschi betrachte und mir dann vorstelle, gleich meinen Schwanz hinein zu stecken, einfach geil.</p> <p align="justify">Ich trug sie die Treppe nach oben in ihr Kinderzimmer. Dort legte ich sie auf ihr Bett und streichelte sanft ber ihren Krper. Meine Finger glitten ber die kleinen Titten und erregten dabei ihre rosafarbenen Nippel. Diese stellten sich langsam auf und wurden immer fester. Zrtlich nahm ich sie zwischen zwei Finger und massierte sie. Ich hatte mich neben sie auf das Bett gesetzt. Dabei lie sie ihre Hand ber meine Oberschenkel und ber meinen Bauch wandern. Langsam glitt meine Hand immer tiefer, streichelte ihren flachen Bauch und den Ansatz ihrer schwach behaarten Schamhgel. Meine Hand glitt ber ihre Schenkel und von dort aus immer wieder ber ihre se Muschi. </p> <p align="justify">Sie seufzte und keuchte vor Erregung immer wieder leise auf. Dabei erreichte lie sie ihre kleine Hand nun auch zwischen meine Beine gleiten und berhrte sanft meine prallen Eier. Auch ich seufzte dabei auf. Als ich nun wieder meine Hand ber ihre Scham gleiten lie berhrte ich ihre kleine Spalte. Langsam lie ich nun meine Hand auch zwischen ihre Beine gleiten. Als sie sprte, wie ich mit einem Finger ber ihre Spalte glitt, spreizte sie auch schon ihre Beine und erleichterte mir damit das weitere Vordringen. Sanft drang ich mit meinen Fingern immer tiefer zwischen ihre Beine vor. Ich konnte fhlen, wie sie immer erregter wurde. Als ich genau ber ihrem engen Muschiloch angekommen war, erhhte ich den Druck mit dem Finger und drckte dabei ihre Schamlippen ein kleines Stck auseinander. Dabei sprte ich, wie feucht sie schon zwischen den Schamlippen war.</p> <p align="justify">Sie spreizte ihre Beine noch etwas mehr und fasste gleichzeitig mit ihrer Hand an meinen, in der Zwischenzeit schon ganz hart gewordenen, Schwanz. Der Anblick ihres nackten und willigen Krpers machte mich schon fast verrckt. Aber wenn sie dann noch meinen Schwanz mit ihrer Hand umfasst und langsam die Vorhaut vor und zurckschiebt, das ist einfach nur geil. </p> <p align="justify">Mein Mittelfinger drang nun immer tiefer zwischen ihre kleinen Schamlippen ein. Je tiefer ich kam, desto feuchter wurde sie. Immer wieder hrte ich sie lustvoll aufsthnen. Sie lag auf dem Rcken vor mir, mit gespreizten Beinen und geschlossenen Augen und genoss die zrtlichen Berhrungen, so als wrde sie mich schon seit Jahren kennen. Mein Finger glitt wieder ein Stck ihre Spalte nach oben und ich massierte ihre kleine Perle. </p> <p align="justify">"OHHHHHH", sthnte sie dabei auf und umfasste meinen Schwanz ganz fest. Als ich dann Anfing ihre kleine Perle zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger zu massieren wurde ihr Sthnen immer lauter. Ich konnte dabei zuschauen, wie ihre Spalte sich immer mehr ffnete und immer mehr ihres weilichen Muschischleimes aus ihr herausfloss. Immer wieder glitt mein Finger durch ihre Spalte und verteilte ihren s duftenden Schleim in ihrer ganzen Muschi. Wieder erreichte ich mit meinem Finger ihre Hhle und massierte diese mit kreisfrmigen Bewegungen.</p> <p align="justify">Ihr kleiner Krper zuckte immer wieder zusammen und sie sthnte immer hufiger auf. Als ich nun meinen Finger langsam in ihre Lustgrotte steckte, war es um sie geschehen. Mit einem lauten "AHHHHHH", sthnte sie ihren Orgasmus heraus. Dabei floss immer mehr Muschisaft aus ihrer kleinen und engen Hhle heraus. Ich drang mit meinem Finger immer tiefer in sie ein und sprte, wie wunderbar eng so eine zwlfjhrige Muschi doch ist. Als mein Finger bis zum Anschlag in ihr steckte, bewegte ich diesen in ihr hin und her. Dabei sprte ich genau, wie sich ihre enge Muschihhle immer wieder, whrend ihres Hhepunktes, zusammenzog.</p> <p align="justify">Als ihr Orgasmus langsam am Abklingen war, nahm ich meinen Finger wieder aus ihrer nassen Muschihhle heraus. Immer noch sthnte sie auf. Zrtlich und sanft lie ich meine Hand nun wieder ber ihre weit geffnete Spalte gleiten.</p> <p align="justify">Da ich nicht mit meinem ganzen Gewicht auf sie drauf wollte, wies ich sie an, sich auf das Bett zu knien und den Hintern weit nach oben zu strecken. Nachdem sie die richtige Position eingenommen hatte, kniete ich mich hinter sie. Dabei betrachtete ich ihren kleinen und festen Hintern und ihre kleine Rosette. Durch ihren Orgasmus und den vielen Muschisaft, der dabei aus ihr geflossen war, war ihre Pospalte und das kleine Poloch auch schon ganz nass. So lie ich nun meine Hand ber ihre knackigen Pobacken wandern und in ihre Pospalte eindringen. Ich massierte ihr kleines Poloch und drang mit meinem, mit ihren Muschisften befeuchteten, Finger vorsichtig in ihren Hintern ein. Mit der anderen Hand fasste ich zwischen ihre Beine und massierte ihre nassen Schamlippen. Immer tiefer drang ich mit meinem Finger in ihren engen Hintern ein. Sie sthnte dabei immer wieder lustvoll auf und ich sprte das Zusammenzucken ihrer kleinen Rosette.</p> <p align="justify">Ich zog meinen Finger nun aber wieder aus ihrem Hintern heraus. Schlielich wollte ich sie ficken. Zuerst zog ich ihr jedoch noch mit beiden Hnden die Schamlippen weit auseinander und betrachtete mit Geilheit ihre enge Lustgrotte. 'Da darf jetzt gleich mein Schwanz rein' dachte ich mir und richtete mich nun hinter ihr auf den Knien auf. Langsam nherte ich mich ihren gespreizten Beinen und drckte mit einer Hand meinen steifen Schwanz nach unten und brachte ihn in Position. </p> <p align="justify">Jetzt fhlte ich an meiner Eichel, aus der schon ein paar Liebestropfen tropften, ihre nasse Spalte. Sie sthnte lustvoll auf, als sie nun sprte, wie ich mit meiner Schwanzspitze ihr enges Muschiloch berhrte. Langsam erhhte ich den Druck auf meinen Schwanz und dehnte ihr enges Votzenloch aus. Ich drckte immer mehr zu und mein Schwanz verschwand immer tiefer in ihrer kleinen Pussy. </p> <p align="justify">"OHHHHH, wie schn", sthnte sie gleichzeitig mit mir auf, als meine Eichel mittlerweile ganz in ihrer Lustgrotte verschwunden war. Dieses Gefhl, in so eine enge Muschi einzudringen war einfach phantastisch. So zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder aus ihr heraus und drang nochmals in sie ein. Wieder sthnten wir beide lustvoll dabei auf. Nun drang ich ein kleines Stck weiter in sie ein. Jedoch zog ich dann meinen Schwanz nochmals aus ihrer engen Hhle heraus. Ich hielt sie mit beiden Hnden an ihrer Hfte fest und massierte dabei auch noch ihren kleinen Hintern. Es war ein wundervoller Anblick, ihren kleinen, knackigen Hintern, zwischen ihren Beinen ihre nur mit wenigen Haaren bewachsene Pussylippen, die von meinem Schwanz auseinander gedrckt wurden und ihre nasse Muschispalte mit ihrem engen Loch in dem gerade mein harter Schwanz verschwindet. </p> <p align="justify">Das Bewegen in ihrer engen Lustgrotte war ungemein erregend. Diese kleine und enge Hhle massierte meinen Schwanz so wunderbar. Immer tiefer drang ich in sie ein, bis ich wieder ganz mit meinem Schwanz in ihr steckte. Ich zog ihren kleinen Hintern ganz an mich heran, so dass meine Hoden ihre feuchten Schamlippen berhrten. Nun begann ich mit langsamen sich immer mehr steigernden Fickbewegungen.</p> <p align="justify">Immer schneller bewegte ich meinen Schwanz in ihrem Krper. Dabei sthnten wir immer schneller und heftiger auf. Ihre enge Pussy massierte meinen Schwanz immer mehr und ich nherte mich wieder einem Orgasmus. Jedoch, kurz bevor ich kam, drckte ich meinen Schwanz bis zum Anschlag in sie hinein und wartete, bis der Druck in meinem Schwanz wieder etwas nachgelassen hatte. Nur noch ganz langsam bewegte ich jetzt meinen Schwanz in ihr. Das jedoch erregte sie immer mehr. Ich sprte, wie ihr Krper immer wieder zusammenzuckte, bis sie laut ihren Orgasmus heraussthnte. </p> <p align="justify">Eine Orgasmuswelle nach der anderen durchlief ihren jungen Krper und dabei zuckte ihre Muschihhle immer wieder zusammen. Gerade als eine der letzten Orgasmuswellen ihren Krper durchliefen, kam auch ich. Mit einem lauten Aufsthnen schoss ich ihr die erste Ladung Sperma tief in ihre Pussy hinein. Mein heier Saft schoss in Schben aus meinem Schwanz heraus und pumpte ihre Gebrmutter voll. Das erregte sie so sehr, dass sie gleich noch einmal einen kleinen Orgasmus bekam und gemeinsam mit mir laut Aufsthnte.</p> <p align="justify">Als nach dem achten Mal nichts mehr aus meinem Schwanz kam, steckte ich meinen Schwanz nochmals bis zum Anschlag in sie hinein. Ihre kleine Muschi zuckte immer noch zusammen und ich genoss das Gefhl in diesem gerade mal zwlfjhrigen, minderjhrigen Mdchen zu stecken und zu spren, wie ihre enge Muschi immer wieder um meinen Schwanz herum zusammenzuckt. Genussvoll streichelte ich ihr ber ihren schmalen Rcken und fasste nach vorne an ihre kleinen, spitzen, herunterhngenden Tittchen. Langsam wurde mein Schwanz immer weicher und als sich unser Atem wieder beruhigt hatte, zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihr heraus. Ich beobachtete, wie ihre Muschihhle sich ein kleines Stck schloss. Als mein Schwanz nicht mehr in ihr steckte, floss von meinem Sperma aus ihrer Lustgrotte heraus an ihren Schenkeln herunter oder tropfte direkt auf ihr Bett. </p> <p align="justify">"So, jetzt ist es aber an der Zeit fr dich zu Schlafen", sagte ich zu ihr, und streichelte noch einmal zrtlich durch ihre mit Sperma und Muschisaft verschmierte Spalte.</p> <p align="justify">"Gute Nacht", sagte sie noch zu mir, drehte sich auf den Rcken und gab mir noch einen Zungenkuss. Dabei fasste sie sich zwischen die Beine und befeuchtete ihre Hand mit den herausfliesenden Sften. Als ich das Zimmer verlie und gerade das Licht ausmachen wollte, sah ich, wie sie ihre nassen Finger in den Mund steckte und den Saft ableckte. Ich machte das Licht aus und wollte gerade nach unten gehen, als mich aus dem Bad heraus Rachel ansprach.</p> <p align="justify">"Bist du mit Marianne fertig?" fragte sie mich.</p> <p align="justify">Ich drehte mich um und ging zu dem Badezimmer. Dort stand noch ganz nackt Rachel und rasierte gerade die Haare an ihrer Spalte. "Ja, ich bin mit ihr fertig. Soll ich dich jetzt genauso zu Bett bringen wie deine Schwester?"</p> <p align="justify">"Das wre schn", sagte sie seufzend whrend sie die letzten kleinen Haarstoppel von ihren Schamlippen entfernte. "Soll ich den Haarstreifen auch noch wegmachen?" Dabei stellte sie sich so hin, dass ich ihre hbsche Muschi betrachten konnte. </p> <p align="justify">"Nein, lass das so. Ich finde das sieht hbsch aus. So schn glatt rasiert am Rand und um deine Spalte herum noch einen kleinen Streifen Haare."</p> <p align="justify">"Dann kannst du mich jetzt in mein Bett bringen", sagte sie und stellte sich vor mich. </p> <p align="justify">Ich lie meinen Blick ber ihren nackten Krper schweifen. Was drei Jahre unterschied in diesem Alter ausmachen. Bei ihrer Schwester sah man gerade die ersten Anstze von Titten, bei ihr waren es schon ganz ordentliche Brste mit groen, dunkelroten Nippel. Ihre Hften hatten schon die richtigen weiblichen Rundungen und ihre Schamlippen waren schon deutlich ausgeprgt. </p> <p align="justify">Ich trat zu ihr und nahm sie auf den Arm. Auch in Sachen Gewicht und Gre bestand ein betrchtlicher Unterschied. Es gelang mir jedoch sie auf die Arme zu nehmen. Sie umschlang mein Genick mit ihren Armen und hielt sich an mir fest, whrend ich sie in ihr Zimmer trug. Dort legte ich sie sanft auf ihr Bett. Sie zog mich gleich zu sich nieder, ergriff mit ihren Hnden meinen Kopf, zog ihn zu sich herunter und als unsere Lippen sich berhrten, drang auch schon ihre Zunge in meinen Mund.</p> <p align="justify">Ich legte mich nun ganz zu ihr auf das Bett und unsere Krper lagen eng beieinander. Ich sprte ihre festen Brste, wie sie an meine Brust drckten. Whrend wir uns kssten, lie ich eine Hand ber ihren Bauch zu ihrer rechten Titte gleiten. Ich umschloss diese mit meiner Hand und knetete das feste Fleisch. Sie streichelte mit ihren Hnden ber meinen Rcken und so kssten wir uns eine ganze Zeit lang. Meine Hand massierte oder streichelte dabei immer wieder ihre Brust. Ich lie meine Finger zrtlich ber ihre Nippel gleiten und sprte, wie diese immer grer und fester wurden.</p> <p align="justify">Nun begann ich damit ihre Backen zu kssen. Von dort aus arbeitete ich mich zu ihrem Hals vor und ksste diesen entlang bis zu ihrer Schulter. Immer tiefer wanderte mein Mund ber ihr Schlsselbein, bis ich an einer ihrer Titten ankam. Diese ksste ich nun erst kreisfrmig um ihren Nippel herum. Immer mehr nherte ich mich ihrem Nippel und sprte, wie ihr Atem immer schneller ging. Als ich dann endlich ihren harten Nippel in den Mund nahm und daran saugte, sthnte sie wollstig auf. Ich wechselte von der einen zu der anderen Titte und leckte dort sanft ber den schon erregten Nippel. Als ich auch diesen in den Mund nahm, um daran zu saugen, drckte sie mir ihre Brust entgegen. </p> <p align="justify">"Oh wie schn", seufzte sie als ich dann langsam von ihren Brsten aus mich nach unten zu ihrem Bauch vorarbeitete. Ich ksste sie berall und erreichte schlielich ihren kleinen Bauchnabel in ihrem flachen Bauch. Dort lie ich meine Zunge in kreisenden Bewegungen rundherum lecken. Dabei konnte ich fhlen, wie ihr Krper vor Erregung zitterte. Sie sthnte und seufzte immer wieder und streichelte mir mit ihren Hnden ber den Kopf. </p> <p align="justify">Nun lie ich von ihrem Bauchnabel ab und es ging immer weiter herunter bis zu dem Beginn ihres Schamhgels. Ich fhlte die Wlbung ihrer Muschi und den schmalen Streifen Haare, die sie noch hatte stehen lassen. Zuerst ksste ich zrtlich mitten auf ihre schn slich nach Muschisaft duftende Spalte. Ein Schauder durchlief ihren Krper. Sie spreizte ihre Beine und so leckte ich ber ihre Schamlippe zu ihrer Schenkelinnenseite. Als ich die eine Seite erreicht hatte, lie ich meine Zunge wieder ber ihre Muschi gleiten und leckte auch den Schenkelinnenseite ihres anderen Beines ab. Sie spreizte ihre Beine immer mehr und der Duft nach ihrer Muschi wurde immer strker.</p> <p align="justify">Nun begab ich mich zwischen ihre Beine. Drckte ihre Beine noch etwas auseinander und leckte nun immer abwechselnd die eine und dann die andere Schenkelinnenseite ab. Dabei sthnte sie immer lustvoller auf und jedes Mal, wenn ich zrtlich ber ihren Schamhaarstreifen leckte, zuckte ihr Krper zusammen. Sie versuchte dann immer mir ihre Muschi in das Gesicht zu drcken, damit ich sie dort richtig lecken wrde. Dies zgerte ich jedoch immer wieder heraus. Fr sie kam es dann ganz berraschend, als ich auf einmal nicht mehr nur ber ihre Spalte leckte, sondern langsam mit meiner Zunge die, durch ihre starke Erregung, weit geffnete und nach Muschisaft duftende, Spalte entlang leckte.</p> <p align="justify">Was fr ein herrlicher Geschmack Ihre Spalte war schon weit geffnet und schon so nass, dass ich sofort htte problemlos in sie eindringen knnen. Jedoch wollte ich sie zuallererst zu einem Orgasmus bringen. So leckte ich ganz zrtlich ber ihre erregte Perle und nahm auch diese zwischen die Lippen und saugte daran. Ihr Sthnen wurde immer heftiger. Lngst schon hatte sie damit aufgehrt mir ber die Haare zu streicheln. Sie hatte ihre Arme neben sich gelegt. Als sie kurz vor dem Hhepunkt stand, lie ich von ihrer erregten Perle ab und leckte mit meiner Zunge ihre Spalte entlang bis zu ihrer Muschihhle. Dabei fasste ich mit beiden Hnden an ihre Schamlippen und zog diese noch ein Stck auseinander. So gelang es mir mit meiner Zunge ihre Lustgrotte zu lecken. Was mir von ihr wieder ein lautes Sthnen einbrachte. Als ich dann mit meiner Zunge ein Stck in ihre Hhle eindrang, drckte sie ihre Hfte nach oben und mir ihre Muschi in das Gesicht. </p> <p align="justify">"Oh, Oh, JAAA", sthnte sie wollstig auf und ihr Krper zuckte vor Erregung immer wieder zusammen. Dabei floss immer mehr von ihrem Muschisaft aus ihrem kleinen Loch heraus. In dem Moment, in dem ich mit meiner Zunge wieder ihre Kitzler entlang leckte und ihre Perle bearbeitete, zuckte sie laut Aufsthnend zusammen und erreichte ihren Hhepunkt. Die erste Welle durchlief ihren Krper und ich sprte an meinem Kinn, wie aus ihrer Muschi der Saft herausspritzte. Ich lie jedoch nicht von ihrem Kitzler ab und saugte daran weiter, bis ihr Orgasmus am abklingen war. </p> <p align="justify">"Oh war das geil", keuchte sie ganz auer Atem. Ihr Orgasmus hatte auch bei mir seine Spuren hinterlassen. Mein Schwanz war dabei schon wieder ganz hart geworden und wartete auf seinen Einsatz. </p> <p align="justify">"Bitte fick mich jetzt", flehte sie mich an, als ich zwei Finger in ihre enge Muschi steckte. "Ich will deinen Schwanz in mir spren."</p> <p align="justify">'Also gut', dachte ich mir und robbte langsam, ihren Krper kssend, nach oben. Als ich nun mit meinem Mund ihren Hals entlang ksste und dann ihren Mund erreichte und dort auf ihre Zunge stie, sprte ich gleichzeitig mit meiner Schwanzspitze ihre feuchte und heie Spalte. Ich bewegte meine Hfte etwas und mein Schwanz glitt ihre Spalte entlang bis zu ihrem Muschiloch. Als sie meinen Schwanz an ihrem Paradies sprte, ergriff sie meine Arschbacken und versuchte meine Hfte noch vorne zu drcken. Langsam gab ich ihrem Druck nach und so glitt mein Schwanz immer tiefer in diesen jungen Krper ein. Ihre Votze war zwar nicht mehr so eng wie die ihrer Schwester, aber jede Muschi hat so ihren Reiz. Ob ganz eng, wie bei einer zwlfjhrigen oder nicht mehr so eng wie bei einer fnfzehnjrigen oder so anschmiegsam wie bei ihrer Mutter. Ich sprte, wie sich ihr enges Loch meinem Schwanz ffnete und mich immer tiefer in sie eindringen lie. Sie war so wunderbar feucht und eng. Trotz ihrer Enge konnte ich mhelos in sie eindringen. Dabei hrten wir auf uns zu kssen und sthnten genussvoll auf. </p> <p align="justify">Jedoch lie ich nur meine Schwanzspitze in sie eindringen. Als meine Eichel in ihr verschwunden war, zog ich sie auch schon wieder langsam zurck. Es war ein geiles Gefhl, mit meinem Schwanz immer wieder ihre enge Muschihhle zu dehnen und leicht in sie einzudringen. Dabei sprte ich, wie sie immer geiler und erregter wurde. Ihr junger Krper zuckte immer wieder zusammen. Sie versuchte ihre Beine hinter mir zu verschrnken und mich damit tief in sich hineinzudrcken. Das verhinderte ich jedoch und drang immer noch nur kurz mit meiner Schwanzspitze in ihre feuchte Muschi ein. Dabei sprte ich, wie sie sich wieder einem Hhepunkt nherte. Durch die Massage ihrer engen Muschihhle an meiner Schwanzspitze stieg auch in meinem Schwanz der Druck immer mehr an. </p> <p align="justify">"Bitte, bitte, JAAAAAA, ich KOOOOOMEEEEEE", schrie sie ihren Orgasmus heraus. Dabei zuckte ihr enges Muschiloch noch mehr zusammen, so dass ich nicht mehr zurck konnte, sonst wre ich nicht mehr in sie hineingekommen. So stie ich nun meinen Schwanz bis zum Anschlag in sie hinein. Was fr ein geiles Gefhl, durch ihre zusammenzuckende Muschi tief in sie einzudringen. </p> <p align="justify">"AHHHHH", sthnte nun auch ich auf und schoss mein Sperma in sie hinein. Dabei bewegte ich meinen Schwanz in ihrer immer noch zusammenzuckenden Muschi vor und zurck. Bei jedem neuen Vorstoen schoss ich wieder eine Ladung meines Spermas in ihre Lustgrotte hinein. Gerade als ihr Orgasmus am abklingen war, kam auch aus meinem Schwanz nichts mehr heraus. Sie lie erschpft ihre Beine sinken und war ganz auer Atem. </p> <p align="justify">Ich blieb noch mit meinem Schwanz in ihr und genoss das Gefhl ihrer warmen, mit meinem Sperma gefllten, Muschi. Als ich dann meinen Schwanz aus ihr herauszog, nahm sie sich ein Kissen und legte es unter ihren Hintern. Auch verschrnkte sie die Beine und drckte sie ganz fest aneinander. "Damit dein Sperma lnger in mir bleibt", erklrte sie mir. "Ich habe vorhin nmlich in meinem Kalender nachgeschaut. Und ich msste heute oder morgen meinen Eisprung haben. Wenn ich also dafr sorge, dass so viel von dein Sperma wie mglich, mglichst lange in mir bleibt, ist die Chance schwanger zu werden um einiges grer."</p> <p align="justify">"Na dann schau mal, dass du die ganze Nacht so liegen bleibst. Vielleicht klappte es ja. Schlaf gut", entgegnete ich ihr und deckte sie zu. Dabei gab ich ihr noch einen zrtlichen Zungenkuss. Als ich das Zimmer verlie, machte ich ihr noch das Licht aus und schloss die Tre hinter mir.</p> <p align="justify">Jetzt ist noch ihre Mutter brig. So ging ich dann die Treppe nach unten und in das Wohnzimmer. Dort sa, immer noch nackt, die Mutter der beiden Mdchen und schaute sich einen 3D Film an. Als ich nher kam, erkannte ich, dass es der Film von der Entjungferung ihrer Tochter Marianne war. Dabei sa sie mit gespreizten Beinen auf dem Sofa und streichelte sich mit einer Hand ber ihre vollen Brste, mit der anderen Hand massierte sie ihre Muschi. Sie war so vertieft in den Film, dass sie mich nicht kommen hrte. So stellte ich mich neben das Sofa und schaute gleichzeitig ihr und dem Film zu. </p> <p align="justify">Sie lie ihre Finger immer schneller ber ihre Spalte gleiten und sthnte dabei auch immer wieder wollstig auf. Ich lie mich auf die Knie nieder und krabbelte zu ihr und setzte mich so vor sie auf den Boden, dass ich ihre Muschi betrachten konnte.</p> <p align="justify">Ihre Schamlippen waren weit gespreizt und die ganze Votze glnzte nass vor lauter Muschischleim. Ich sah ihren Kitzler und ihr geschmiertes Muschiloch. Gerade steckte sie zwei Finger tief in ihre Lustgrotte hinein und keuchte vor Lust laut auf. Ich drehte meinen Kopf und sah in dem Film, wie ich gerade meinen Schwanz in die Pussy ihrer zwlfjhrigen Tochter steckte. </p> <p align="justify">Als sie ihre Finger wieder aus ihrer Muschi herausnahm und ihre erregte Perle streichelte, beugte ich mich nach vorne, streckte meine Zunge heraus und lie sie sanft ber ihr Muschiloch gleiten. </p> <p align="justify">"OHH, OHH, was?" Sthnte sie, als ich mit meiner Zunge in ihr weit geffnetes Muschiloch eindrang. Dabei fasste sie mit den Hnden nach unten und sprte meinen Kopf. Sie zog ihre Beine noch mehr an und hielt sie in den Kniekehlen fest. Sie prsentierte mir auf diese Weise ihre ganze, dicht behaarte und nasse Muschi. Von ihrem Votzenloch aus lie ich nun meine Zunge langsam ihre Spalte entlang gleiten und schmeckte ihren slich duftenden Muschischleim. Sie hatte, als ich das Zimmer betreten hatte, schon kurz vor einem Orgasmus gestanden. Als nun meine Zunge ber ihre erregte Perle leckte, zuckte sie zusammen und schon spritzte aus ihrer Lustgrotte der erste Strahl ihres Muschisaftes heraus. Sie keuchte und sthnte Lustvoll auf, whrend eine Orgasmuswelle nach der anderen durch ihren Krper liefen. Ich hielt eine Hand unter ihren Hintern und sprte, wie ihr Muschisaft ihre Pospalte entlangfloss und auf das Sofa beziehungsweise auf meine Hand tropfte.</p> <p align="justify">Whrend ich sie an ihrem Kitzler leckte streichelte ich mit einer Hand meinen Schwanz und sorgte so dafr, dass er wieder immer grer und hrter wurde. Als ihr Orgasmus abgeklungen war, war mein Schwanz auch schon wieder einsatzbereit. Dieses Mittel, das ich vorhin getrunken habe, hatte es wirklich in sich. Kaum abgespritzt und nach ein paar Minuten wird der Schwanz schon wieder hart. Ich hrte aus den Lautsprechern das Sthnen von Marianne und mir und vor mir das Sthnen von ihrer Mutter. </p> <p align="justify">So richtete ich mich nun etwas auf und steckte zwei Finger tief in ihre gut geschmierte Pussy rein. Ihre ganze Muschi glnzte vor Feuchtigkeit. Ihre Schamlippen waren genauso nass wie ihre dichte Schambehaarung. Je mehr ich meine Finger in ihr bewegte, desto mehr Muschischleim floss aus ihr heraus. </p> <p align="justify">"Bitte steck deinen Schwanz in mich", bat sie mich sthnend. "Ich will von dir gefickt werden, whrend ich auf dem Film sehe, wie du meine Tochter gefickt hast."</p> <p align="justify">Diesen Gefallen tat ich ihr dann. Ich zog meine Finger aus ihrer nassen Pussy, richtete mich ganz auf, so dass ich nun zwischen ihren Beinen vor dem Sofa kniete. Nun nahm ich meinen Schwanz in die eine Hand und fuhr damit durch ihre weit geffnete Spalte. Als sie mich nochmals bat, endlich meinen Schwanz in sie zu stecken, drckte ich mit meiner Schwanzspitze sanft an den Eingang zu ihrer Lustgrotte.</p> <p align="justify">"Oh ja, genau da", sthnte sie auf, als ich meinen Schwanz langsam in sie hineinschob.</p> <p align="justify">'Wie wunderbar dieser Planet doch ist', dachte ich mir, 'jede Menge willige Frauen und Mdchen.' Dabei drang ich immer tiefer in ihre Lusthhle ein. Obwohl ich heute schon einige Male gefickt hatte, war ich immer noch ganz geil darauf eine Frau zu vgeln. Ich drang immer tiefer in sie ein, bis ich ganz am Anschlag in ihr steckte. Dann zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder zurck und stie von neuem in sie vor. Ich begann sie mit gleichmigen Bewegungen zu ficken. Ihr Atem ging immer schneller und whrend ich sie fickte, schaute sie die Projektion von der Entjungferung ihrer jngsten Tochter an. Das trnte sie so sehr an, dass sie auch schon gleich wieder einen Orgasmus bekam. </p> <p align="justify">Laut sthnend zog sich ihre Muschihhle um meinen Schwanz herum zusammen. Immer wieder sthnte sie auf und jedesmal ging ein Zucken durch ihren Krper. Ich fickte sie dabei immer schneller und schneller. Erst als ihr Orgasmus nachlie wurden auch meine Bewegungen wieder langsamer. Da ich erst vor kurzer Zeit in ihre lteste Tochter abgespritzt hatte, war ich noch nicht so weit. Langsam zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihr heraus.</p> <p align="justify">Noch immer lag sie auf der Couch. Ihr Hintern bis zur Kante hervorgeschoben. Die Beine hatte sie ganz an den Oberkrper herangezogen und hielt sie in den Kniekehlen fest. Dadurch fielen sie weit nach drauen und ich konnte gleichzeitig ihre gewlbte, mit schwarzen Haaren bewachsene, Muschispalte, ihre nasse Lustgrotte und ihr zuckendes Poloch sehen. Durch ihre Orgasmen war in dieser Lage auch ihr Poloch mit jeder Menge Muschischleim geschmiert. Auch mein Schwanz war voll damit. So setzte ich nun fr sie vllig unerwartet meinen Schwanz an ihrem engen Poloch an. Bevor sie reagieren konnte, drang ich in ihren Hintern ein. Ihre enge Rosette umschloss meinen Schwanz und ich dehnte sie immer mehr, bis meine Schwanzspitze ganz in ihrem Hintereingang verschwunden war. </p> <p align="justify">Beide sthnten wir lustvoll auf, als ich immer tiefer von hinten in ihren Hintern eindrang. "OHHHHHH, das hat noch keiner gemacht", sthnte sie, blieb dabei aber vollkommen entspannt. So gelang es mir Problemlos bis zum Anschlag in sie einzudringen. Als ich meinen Schwanz nun ganz in sie hineingeschoben hatte, begann ich auch hier mit gleichmigen Fickbewegungen. Als ich sie ein paar Mal in ihren Arsch gefickt hatte, zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder aus ihr heraus und stie ihn mit einer schwungvollen Bewegung in ihre Muschihhle hinein. Auch hier machte ich nur ein paar Ste, bevor ich wieder zu ihrem Hintern berwechselte. Gerade als ich wieder in ihren Hintern eindrang, bekam sie einen erneuten Orgasmus. Dieses Mal klemmte sie meinen Schwanz ganz fest in ihren Hintern. </p> <p align="justify">Nachdem ihr Orgasmus nachgelassen hatte, lie sie erschpft die Beine sinken. "Dreh dich um und leg dich auf die Couch", sagte ich zu ihr und zog meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Arsch heraus. Sie drehte sich um und legte sich mit dem Oberkrper auf die Couch. Ihre Beine lagen auf dem Boden. Ich setzte meinen Schwanz wieder an ihrem Muschiloch an und drang in sie ein. Zuerst ganz tief, dann nur noch mit meiner Schwanzspitze. Dies tat ich dann immer abwechselnd. Erst tief in sie hinein und dann ein paar Mal nur die Schwanzspitze. Dabei sprte auch ich wieder wie sich langsam mein Hhepunkt nherte. Der Druck in meinem Schwanz stieg immer mehr an und als ich mich in dem immer noch laufenden Film hrte, wie ich in Marianne abspritzte und meinen Orgasmus laut heraussthnte, war ich auch hier soweit. Mit einem lauten Sthnen schoss ich eine Ladung Sperma nach der anderen in ihre Muschi hinein. Auch sie sthnte dabei Lustvoll auf und genoss es, wie mein Sperma in sie hinein spritzte. </p> <p align="justify">Als dann nach so ungefhr dem achten Mal der Druck nachlie und immer weniger kam, zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihrer Lustgrotte heraus und spritzte den letzten Saft auf ihren Hintern. Dabei konnte ich schon beobachten, wie aus ihrem noch geffneten Muschiloch mein Sperma herausfloss. Als ich dann hinter ihr wegging, legte sie sich auf das Sofa, die Beine legte sie auf die Lehne und drckte sie zusammen. Es machte mir den Anschein, als wolle auch sie unbedingt schwanger werden. Ich setzte mich neben sie und streichelte noch ber ihren Krper. Nun war mein Schwanz innerhalb krzester Zeit in den Votzen ihrer Tchter und dann auch noch in ihrer gewesen. Und ihre ltere Tochter und sie hofften beide, von mir Schwanger zu werden. </p> <p align="justify">"Liegst du immer so da?" fragte ich sie.</p> <p align="justify">"Nein eigentlich nicht. Das ist nicht ganz die bequeme Art zu liegen. Auf diese Weise fliet aber nicht so viel Sperma von dir heraus. Und laut meinem Kalender msste ich meine Fruchtbaren Tage haben. Deshalb versuche ich so viel von deinem Sperma als mglich in mir zu behalten."</p> <p align="justify">"HMMM, das sagte deine Tochter vorhin auch zu mir. Denn sie hofft darauf, dass sie auch tatschlich heute oder Morgen einen Eisprung hat."</p> <p align="justify">"Das wre ja wirklich toll. Wenn wir es schaffen wrden beide Schwanger zu werden. Jetzt lass mich aber deinen Schwanz noch sauber lecken. Der ist ja noch ganz mit Sperma und anderem verschmiert."</p> <p align="justify">So kniete ich mich ber ihr Gesicht und steckte ihr meinen Schwanz in den Mund. Sie saugte und leckte das ganze Sperma, ihren und sicher noch ein paar Reste von dem Muschisaft ihrer Tchter von meinem Schwanz. Dabei zuckte mein Schwanz immer wieder und wurde nicht ganz schlaff. Jedoch war ich im Moment auch so erschpft, dass ich mich auch etwas Ausruhen wollte. Als sie meinen Schwanz sauber geleckt hatte, begab ich mich unter die Dusche und wusch mich erst einmal richtig sauber ab. </p> <p align="justify">Nach dem Duschen verabschiede ich mich von Janette und verlie die Wohnung. Gemtlich schlenderte ich durch die dunkle Stadt. Die frische Luft tat mir gut. Nach einer Weile fhlte ich mich wieder fit und ging an eine Taxistation. Ich lie mich erst noch eine Runde ber die nchtliche Stadt fliegen. 'Und alles voll mit Frauen, die sich ficken lassen'. Hier oben in der Luft fasste ich den Entschluss ein paar Jahre auf diesem Traumhaften Planeten zu verbringen. </p> <p align="justify">"Zum Kalador Hotel", sagte ich nun zu der Automatik und lie mich vor dem Hotel absetzten. Dort begab ich mich als erstes in die Bar. An einem Runden Tisch, sah ich meine Bordkameraden sitzen. Ich schlenderte zu ihnen und setzte mich dazu. Im Nu kam eine Bedienung und fragte mich nach meinen Wnschen. Da ich zum vgeln keine Lust hatte, bestellte ich mir nur ein Bier. </p> <p align="justify">"Na, hat dir die Kleine die Stadt gezeigt?" wurde ich gefragt.</p> <p align="justify">"Das und auch ihre zwlfjhrige Schwester und ihre Mutter."</p> <p align="justify">"Und du hast sie beide gefickt?" fragte mich Marcel.</p> <p align="justify">"Alle drei. Und das mehrmals. Die Schwester von ihr war auch noch Jungfrau. Ich habe hier einen 3D Film von der Entjungferung."</p> <p align="justify">"Den mssen wir nachher mal noch anschauen." Entgegnete mir Stefan.</p> <p align="justify">"Aber nur mit ein paar Weiber. Sonst macht es keinen Spa", warf Michael ein. </p> <p align="justify">"Daran mangelt es sicher nicht", stellte ich fest und schaute mich in der fast vollen Hotelbar um. An allen Tischen saen Frauen, mit umgebundenen Tchern. </p> <p align="justify">"Und die Mutter hatte nichts dagegen, dass du ihre Tchter entjungfert hast?" fragte mich Marcel.</p> <p align="justify">"Nein, das ist hier ja das Tolle. Die Mutter hat es gefreut, dass ihre beiden Tchter nun keine Jungfrauen mehr sind. Sie hat sogar noch dabei zugeschaut, wie ich sie gefickt habe. Auch hat sie sich den Film von der Entjungferung ihrer jngsten Tochter angeschaut."</p> <p align="justify">"Das ist ja Geil", kommentierte Martin meine Erzhlung.</p> <p align="justify">"Das ist noch gar nicht alles. Whrend sie den Film von der Entjungferung ihrer Tochter angeschaut hat, habe ich sie gefickt. Auerdem hat sie noch jede Menge anderer Filme mit ihren Tchtern. Ich habe einen gesehen, da war die Jngste gerade Acht. Sie haben mir auch erzhlt, dass sie es schon immer gemeinsam tun. Die Mutter hat damit schon im Babyalter mit den Mdchen angefangen. Sie hatten deshalb keinerlei Scheu sich gegenseitig zu streicheln oder zu lecken."</p> <p align="justify">"Und das ist hier also normal?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ja, in den meisten Familien und unter Freundinnen ist das ganz normal. Das strt niemanden. Rachel hat sogar gesagt, dass sie einen Film haben, da steckt sie als dreijhrige ihre Hand bei ihrer Schwangeren Mutter in die Mse hinein."</p> <p align="justify">Ich bekam mein Bier und wir tranken auf unsere Erlebnisse. </p> <p align="justify">"Und was habt ihr in der Zwischenzeit getan. Habt ihr die ganze Zeit ber die Mdchen gefickt?" wollte ich nun von ihnen wissen.</p> <p align="justify">"Nein, die sind kurz nach dir gegangen. Dann haben wir uns etwas zum Essen bestellt. Das wurde uns dann von drei Zimmermdchen gebracht. Als die dann wieder kamen und das Geschirr abholen wollten, da haben wir sie uns gepackt und einmal krftig durchgefickt." Erzhlte Stefan.</p> <p align="justify">"Die haben sich dabei gar nicht gewehrt. Stellt euch mal vor, ihr wrdet woanders einfach zu so einem Zimmermdchen hingehen, ihr den Rock hoch heben und sie dann an ihrer Muschi anfassen. Das gbe ein Riesen Theater. Und hier? Du fasst einer Frau unter den Rock und sie spreizt dann noch die Beine, damit du besser ran kannst und lsst sich dann in aller Ruhe auch noch ficken."</p> <p align="justify">"Oh ja, uns sie lassen alles mit sich machen."</p> <p align="justify">"Und das Alter spielt auch so gut wie keine Rolle, so wie Nori gesagt hat", bemerkte Stefan. "Wie ist das denn so mit einer zwlfjhrigen?"</p> <p align="justify">"Verdammt eng", entgegnete ich ihm, "aber sie sind auch schon voll dabei und machen alles mit. Sie hat mir zuerst einen geblasen und dann habe ich sie, whrend ihre Groe Schwester filmte, entjungfert."</p> <p align="justify">"Hat bei dir das Mittel denn so lange gehalten", fragte Marcel.</p> <p align="justify">"Das nicht, aber ich war mit Rachel in einer Apotheke. Dort haben wir eine Flasche davon gekauft. Das macht nicht nur den Schwanz leistungsfhiger, sondern sorgt auch dafr, dass, vor allem die jungen Mdchen, nicht so viel Schmerzen spren, dafr werden sie aber viel sensibler was das Lustempfinden angeht."</p> <p align="justify">"Also, so wie die Zimmermdchen abgegangen sind, brauchen das wahrscheinlich nur die etwas unerfahrenen", warf Martin ein.</p> <p align="justify">"Was ist hier denn schon unerfahren?" fragte ich, "wenn schon dreijhrig ihre Mtter die Votzen lecken und sie befriedigen und sie ab der ersten Schulklasse in Sex unterrichtet werden."</p> <p align="justify">"Ich glaube, ich schaue mich morgen auch mal nach so einem ganz jungen Mdchen um. Mich wrde es schon mal interessieren, wie es ist eine zehn oder elfjhrige zu streicheln und dann in ihre kleine Muschi einzudringen", sagte Marcel und rieb sich seinen Schwanz in der Hose. "Was meint ihr, wo kann man am besten so eine finden?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ich wrde zu einer Schule gehen. Da hast du dann die freie Auswahl", beantwortete Martin die Frage. </p> <p align="justify">Wir unterhielten uns dann noch ber verschiedene andere Dinge. Als eine Frau vorbeikam, die mir gefiel, rief ich sie an den Tisch. Sofort kam sie auch und setzte sich zu mir. Ich drehte mich zu ihr hin und gab ihr einen Kuss. Sie erwiderte den Kuss sofort. Meine Hand streichelte ber ihren Oberschenkel und fand auch ganz schnell den Weg zwischen ihre Beine.</p> <p align="justify">Auch meine Bordkameraden holten sich so nach und nach eine Frau an den Tisch. Als wir dann alle versorgt waren, fragte ich die Frauen: "Wollt ihr mal sehen, wie ich die zwlfjhrige Entjungfert habe?"</p> <p align="justify">"Du hast heute eine zwlfjhrige entjungfert und es auch noch gefilmt?" fragte mich eine.</p> <p align="justify">"Nein, gefilmt habe ich nicht. Das war ihre grere Schwester. Aber ich habe sie entjungfert und meine Freunde wollten das sehen, aber nicht ohne eine Frau dabei zu haben."</p> <p align="justify">"Aber sicher schauen wir das gerne an", kam auch prompt die Antwort von ihnen, "so etwas sieht man schlielich nicht alle Tage."</p> <p align="justify">So tranken wir noch unsere Getrnke leer und gingen dann jeder mit einer Frau im Arm in unsere Suite.</p> <p align="justify">Dort angekommen, zogen wir uns erst einmal gegenseitig aus. Schlielich wollten die Frauen auch sehen, was wir zu bieten hatten. Vor allem Sabrina, so hie die Frau, die ich angesprochen hatte.</p> <p align="justify">"Der hat also eine zwlfjhrige entjungfert. Dann will ich mal sehen, ob der auch noch genug Kraft fr mich hat", dabei nahm sie meinen Schwanz in ihre Hand und streichelte zrtlich darber.</p> <p align="justify">Ich legte den Filmchip in das Wiedergabegert ein und wir schauten uns alle die Entjungferung von Marianne an. Dabei streichelten wir uns und noch whrend des Filmes setzte sich Sabrina auf mich und lie meinen harten Schwanz in ihre heie Muschi gleiten. Sie setzte sich mit dem Rcken zu mir, so dass sie immer noch dem Film folgen konnte. Whrend ich auf dem Film Marianne den ersten Fick ihres Lebens gab, ritt Sabrina auf mir und sthnte ihre Lust heraus. Auch die anderen Frauen hatte es sich auf den Schwnzen meiner Bordkameraden bequem gemacht. Als der Film zu Ende war, hatten wir auch alle schon unseren Orgasmus gehabt. Wir verabschiedeten uns von vier sehr glcklichen Frauen und gingen dann auch zu Bett. Wir waren alle der Meinung, dass es wohl besser ist, keine Frau mit in das Bett fr die Nacht zu nehmen. Schlielich wollten wir alle morgen wieder fit sein und nach neuen, willigen Frauen oder Mdchen Ausschau halten. 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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"><html><head><title>Mnnermangel Teil 1</title> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta content="HTML-Kit Build 292" name="GENERATOR"> <meta content="HTML-Kit.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"></head><body background="Nori_Mannermangel_Teil_1-Dateien/Perverts_bk.htm"> <p align="center"><b><font face="Courier" size="7">Perverts 'R' Us</font></b></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="5">Mnnermangel Teil 1</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#800000" size="4">By Nori (</font><font color="#800000" size="3">MF, SciFi, deutsch</font><font color="#800000" size="4">)</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#800000"><i>Personen unter 18 Jahren sollten hier nicht mehr weiter lesen. Wer solche Geschichten nicht mag, der sollte ab hier nicht mehr weiter lesen. Den anderen wnsche ich viel Spa dabei.</i></font></p> <p align="justify">Unser Raumschiff nherte sich nach zwei Monaten Flugzeit endlich wieder einem bewohnten Sonnensystem. Ich fungierte an Bord als Pilot und auch als Ersatznavigator. Unser Raumschiffkommandant war auch gleichzeitig der Schiffseigner. So flogen wir immer dort hin, wo er sich den meisten Profit versprach. Unser Kommandant recherchierte whrend des Fluges immer, welche Waren wo gebraucht wurden und wo es sie gnstig gab. Dann war es die Aufgabe des Navigators und von mir, den besten Kurs zu berechnen. So flogen wir von System zu System und machten dabei ganz gut Kohle. </p> <p align="justify">Das ganze hatte nur einen Nachteil. Es gab sehr wenig Frauen, die auf Raumschiffen arbeiteten. Und da wir nicht nur zwischen einigen wenigen Planeten pendelten, sondern einfach der Nase nach durch den Weltraum zogen, waren auch selten einmal professionelle Huren dazu bereit ein paar Monate mit zu fliegen. Sie wussten ja nie, wann wir wieder einmal zu dem Planeten zurck kamen. So kam es also, dass wir whrend eines Fluges so gut wie Abstinent Leben mussten. Es sein denn man ist Schwul, wie zwei unserer Techniker aus dem Maschinenraum.</p> <p align="justify">Sobald wir jedoch mit unserem knapp 400 Meter durchmessenden Frachtschiff (es zhlte zu einem der Mittleren Gre) an einer Raumstation anlegten oder in dem Orbit eines Planeten waren, ging meistens der erste Weg beim Landgang direkt in den nchsten Puff. </p> <p align="justify">So waren wir hchst erstaunt, als wir bei unserem Anflug an das System von dem uns entgegen kommenden Zollschiff, von einer Frau angesprochen wurden.</p> <p align="justify">"Hier ist die Z-388547. Ich rufe das einfliegende Frachtschiff!" Hrten wir eine sehr sympathische und auch jung klingende Frauenstimme aus unserem Lautsprecher.</p> <p align="justify">"Bild", befahl unser Kommandant und im nchsten Moment sahen wir eine ca. 20 Jahre junge Frau auf unserem Bildschirm. Sie hatte lange braune Haare, die sie offen trug. Dazu kamen ein paar wunderbare grne Augen und ein hbsches Gesicht. (Wenn man zwei Monate lang nur seine Bordkameraden sieht, ist fast jede Frau hbsch. Diese war aber wirklich umwerfend.) Die Uniform die sie an hatte, war aber dann noch der krnende Abschluss der ganzen Sache. Der Ausschnitt war so tief, dass man fast bis unten durch sah. Mein Schwanz begann zu zucken. Ich dachte nur noch: 'die will ich'. </p> <p align="justify">"Hallo Z-388547 hier ist die 'Katharine' internationale Bezeichnung..."</p> <p align="justify">"sparen sie sich doch diese langweilige Nummer. Wir haben da bessere Nummern auf Lager", unterbrach die hbsche Frau unsern Chef. "Mein Name ist Julia und ich bin die Stellvertretende Kommandantin an Bord dieses Zollschiffes. Wir wrden gerne mit einer kleinen Abordnung an Bord kommen und die Formalitten erledigen und kurz das Schiff inspizieren."</p> <p align="justify">"Und euch noch ein paar interessantere Nummern zeigen als eure Schiffsnummer", hrten wir noch eine andere nette Frauenstimme sagen. </p> <p align="justify">"Zwei Frauen an Bord und dann noch dieser lockere Umgangston. Ich wnschte ich wre dort drben", flsterte mir mein Copilot in das Ohr. Das dachte ich mir auch.</p> <p align="justify">"An welcher Schleuse knnen wir andocken?" fragte uns die nette Stellvertretende Kommandantin.</p> <p align="justify">"Schleuse C3", sagte unser Chef, "wir bernehmen euch mit unserem Traktorstrahl. Mein Name ist brigens Leo und ich bin der Schiffseigner."</p> <p align="justify">Unser Radarcontroller bernahm die Steuerung des Traktorstrahles und fhrte das 80 Meter durchmesende Zollschiff langsam an unseres heran. </p> <p align="justify">"Dann wollen wir die Abordnung mal empfangen. Nori, du ent.., nein natrlich bekleidest mich. Du meine Gte, wenn man so Frauen sieht, dann kann man ja nur noch an eines Denken", versprach sich Leo.</p> <p align="justify">Ich bergab die Steuerung meinem Co und stand auf. Zusammen mit meinem Kommandanten gingen wir zu unserem Turbolift, der uns schnell zur Schleuse C3 brachte.</p> <p align="justify">"Zwei so Frauen an Bord eines Raumschiffes. Entweder der Rest der Besatzung ist Schwul oder die werden die ganze Zeit ber durchgefickt", bemerkte Leo.</p> <p align="justify">"Wenn die hier an Bord kommen, kann ich fr nichts garantieren", sagte ich zu ihm.</p> <p align="justify">"Ich auch nicht. Zwei Monate im All und dann wird man von so einer geilen Frau begrt."</p> <p align="justify">Gerade als wir den Lift verlieen und den Rest des Weges zu Fu zurcklegten, teilte uns der Radarcontroller mit, dass das Schiff soeben angedockt hat.</p> <p align="justify">Schon standen wir vor der Schleuse und warteten nur noch auf den Druckausgleich und dass sie freigegeben wird. Endlich leuchtete die grne Lampe auf und signalisierte uns, dass der Druckausgleich in der Schleuse erfolgreich war. </p> <p align="justify">Leo drckte auf den Knopf zum ffnen der Schleuse und wir warteten gespannt darauf, ob nun auch die zwei Frauen bei der Kontrolle dabei sein werden. Was wir dann erblickten verschlug uns im ersten Moment die Sprache. </p> <p align="justify">Dass manche Systeme die Kontrollen mit mehr als nur zwei Personen durchfhren, sind wir gewohnt. Aber hier waren es insgesamt acht. Und alle acht waren Frauen, aber was fr Frauen. Durchweg hatten sie ein gutes Aussehen. Lange Haare, schlanke Krper und dazu passend eng anliegende Uniformen.</p> <p align="justify">'Stoff muss sehr teuer sein' dachte ich mir. Denn die Uniformen waren alle sehr knapp bemessen. Die Blusen hatten einen Ausschnitt, der einem einen guten Ausblick auf die Titten gab. Sie waren in grn und gelb gehalten. Dazu hatten sie kurze, grne Minircke an. Und diese waren aber wirklich Mini. Sie hrten knapp unter dem Hintern auf. </p> <p align="justify">Leo und ich standen sprachlos vor der Abordnung. Sie waren, wie wir spter erfuhren, im Alter von 17 - 28 Jahren. Sie standen ganz ruhig vor uns in der Schleuse und genossen offensichtlich unsere Reaktionen auf ihr Auftreten.</p> <p align="justify">In meinem Kopf ratterte es. Ich stellte mir vor, eine von ihnen in mein Quartier mit zu nehmen und dort durchzuficken. Mein Schwanz fing bei dieser Vorstellung an zu zucken. Ich konnte mich kaum zurckhalten.</p> <p align="justify">"Nun gefallen wir euch?" fragte die lteste von ihnen und trat ein Stck vor. "Mein Name ist Alina und ich bin die Kommandantin des Zollschiffes." Dann stellte sie uns den Rest ihrer Besatzung vor. Sobald eine der Frauen vorgestellt wurde, trat diese vor und gab jedem von uns einen Kuss links und rechts auf die Backe und umarmte uns.</p> <p align="justify">"Ich hoffe ihr seid mehr als nur zwei Mann an Bord. Wo ist denn der Rest der Besatzung?"</p> <p align="justify">Leo war noch immer zu keiner Reaktion fhig. Er stand nur da und schaute die Frauen an.</p> <p align="justify">"Wir sind insgesamt 10 Mann an Bord. Wovon zwei aber sicherlich keinerlei Interesse an euch haben werden." Sprang ich schnell in die Presche, bevor das Schweigen zu peinlich wurde.</p> <p align="justify">"Das passt ja gut", entgegnete Alina, "dann wrde ich vorschlagen, ihr stoppt die Maschinen und dann begleitet jeweils ein Mannschaftsmitglied je eine von meinen Frauen."</p> <p align="justify">Dabei betonte sie das Wort 'Mitglied' sehr deutlich.</p> <p align="justify">"h, ja natrlich", sagte nun auch Leo und gab den Befehl an die Brcke die Maschinen zu stoppen und dass sich die Besatzung in der Messe zu versammeln habe.</p> <p align="justify">"Wenn ihr uns dann bitte bekleiden wrdet", bat Leo die Frauen und wir gingen voraus zu dem Turbolift. </p> <p align="justify">'Ein Zollschiff nur mit Frauen besetzt', dachte ich mir, 'das glaubt einem doch niemand.'</p> <p align="justify">Als wir uns alle im Turbolift versammelt hatte, stellte sich die hbsche Schwarz haarige Offiziersanwrterin ganz nah neben mich. Zrtlich streichelte sie mir ber den Rcken. Wie von selbst fand auch meine Hand den Weg auf ihren Rcken und streichelte langsam darber. Dabei stellte ich fest, dass sie keinen BH unter ihrer engen Bluse an hatte. Mein Schwanz wuchs wieder langsam und drckte sanft gegen meine Hose. 'Nur die Ruhe' dachte ich mir, 'du bekommst deine Muschi schon noch.'</p> <p align="justify">Als wir den Lift verlieen, umfasste sie mich mit dem Arm an meiner Hfte und gemeinsam gingen wir aus dem Lift. Auch ich lie meine Hand auf ihrem knackigen Hintern ruhen. </p> <p align="justify">Als wir die Mannschaftsmesse betraten, war schon die gesamte Besatzung anwesend. Die schauten nicht schlecht, als wir mit den acht Frauen dort eintrafen. Vor allem, als ich mit Sabine den Raum eng umschlungen betrat. </p> <p align="justify">"Ist die Besatzung komplett?" fragte Alina.</p> <p align="justify">"Ja, es sind alle da."</p> <p align="justify">"Prima. Dann mchte ich die Herren recht herzlich in unserem Sonnensystem begren. Mein Name ist Alina und ich bin die Kommandantin des Zollschiffes. Ich wrde jetzt vorschlagen, dass jedes meiner Mdchen sich einen von euch schnappt, mit Ausnahme von Sabine, die hat ihre Wahl wohl schon getroffen, und ihr zeigt ihr dann das Schiff. Am Besten fangt ihr mit euren Quartieren an."</p> <p align="justify"> Das war ja wohl eine offene Aufforderung mit den Frauen in die Koje zu steigen und sie zu ficken. Den Gesichtsausdrcken der anderen nach zu Urteilen, konnten sie es kaum fassen. Eine Zollkontrolle, die damit anfngt, dass man die Zllnerinnen erst ein mal durchfickt.</p> <p align="justify">Die Frauen verteilten sich dann auch sofort auf die restlichen Besatzungsmitglieder. Unsere zwei Schwulen Techniker bernahmen in der Zwischenzeit die Kontrollen auf der Brcke. Sie hatten keinerlei Interesse an den Frauen. </p> <p align="justify">So nach und nach verlieen die anderen die Messe. Auch ich ging mit Sabine nach drauen und machte mich auf den Weg zu meiner Kabine. Wir hatten hier den Vorteil, dass jeder seine eigene Kabine hatte. Unterwegs kamen wir an unserem Fitnessraum vorbei. Da die Tre aufstand, blickte Sabine neugierig in den Raum.</p> <p align="justify">"Oh", bemerkte sie erstaunt, "ihr habt ja einen richtigen Fitnessraum."</p> <p align="justify">"Ja", entgegnete ich ihr und fhrte sie in den gerumigen Raum. "Irgendetwas muss man ja mit seiner Freizeit tun. Und unser Chef besteht darauf, dass wir mindestens einmal am Tag fr eine Stunde trainieren."</p> <p align="justify">"So wie ihr ausseht, macht ihr davon auch regelmig Gebrauch", stellte sie mit einem bewundernden Blick auf meinen durchtrainierten Krper fest. Die ganze Besatzung war regelmig mehrere Stunden im Fitnessraum. Dementsprechend waren wir auch alle ziemlich fit und durchtrainiert.</p> <p align="justify">Gemeinsam betraten wir den Raum. Sie schaute sich die einzelnen Gerte genau an. Dann setzte sie sich auf eines der Trainingsgerte fr die Armmuskulaturen. Sie streckte ihre Arme nach oben, um die Haltestange fr das Gewicht zu nehmen. Dabei zeichneten sich ihre festen Titten ganz gut auf ihrer engen Uniformbluse ab. Um einen besseren Halt zu bekommen, spreizte sie dazu noch ihre Beine. Dabei rutschte ihr kurzes Rckchen noch weiter nach oben und ich hatte einen ungehinderten Blick zwischen ihre Beine.</p> <p align="justify">Dabei stellte ich fest, dass sie keinen Slip unter ihrem Minirock trug. Ich sah direkt auf ihre hbsche zum Teil rasierte Muschi. Sie hatte nur noch einen schmalen Streifen Haare entlang ihrer leicht geffneten Spalte stehen lassen. </p> <p align="justify">Ich blickte auf ihre Spalte, dabei drckte mein Schwanz immer fester gegen meine Hose. Sie zog langsam das Gewicht nach unten. Dabei stellte ich mich neben sie und streichelte ihr sanft ber ihren flachen Bauch. Langsam lie ich meine Hand nach oben zu ihren festen Titten wandern. Diese waren so gut in Form, dass sie auch auf einen BH verzichtet hatte.</p> <p align="justify">Sie passten gerade in meine Hnde und whrend ich zrtlich eine ihrer Brste knetet, stoppte sie in ihrer gerade angefangener bung. Jedoch hielt sie immer noch die Stange ber ihrem Kopf fest. Da sie nichts dagegen hatte, ffnete ich langsam ihre Uniformbluse. Sie lie ihre Hnde sinken und zog mir mein Hemd aus der Hose und streichelte mir langsam ber meine Brust.</p> <p align="justify">In der Zwischenzeit hatte ich ihr die Bluse ganz geffnet und betrachtete nun ihre festen Titten. Ihre groen Nippel waren hart und standen weit hervor. Zrtlich umfasste ich ihre beiden Brste und massierte diese. </p> <p align="justify">Auch sie hatte mir mein Hemd ganz geffnet und lie nun ihre Hand langsam ber meinen Bauch zu meinem Hosenbund wandern. Mein Schwanz beulte meine Hose immer mehr aus. Eine Hand lie ich nun auch ber ihren Bauch streichen und erreichte ihren Rock. Von dort aus lie ich die Hand langsam auf ihren Oberschenkel sinken.</p> <p align="justify">Whrend sie mir ber meine ausgebeulte Hose streichelte, lie ich meine Hand zwischen ihre Beine gleiten. Dort ertastete ich ihren Schamhgel und ihren schmalen Streifen Schamhaare. Als ich meine Hand nun an den Schamhaaren entlang wandern lie, erreichte ich ihre leicht geffnete Muschispalte. Ich fuhr langsam mit einem Finger ber ihren leicht hervorstehenden Kitzler und drang ganz vorsichtig in ihre schon feuchte Spalte ein.</p> <p align="justify">Sie ffnete langsam meine Hose und zog diese nach unten. Die Hose rutschte mir bis zu meinen Kncheln und ich stieg vorsichtig heraus. Sie griff nun an meine Unterhose und massierte meinen immer hrter werdenden Schwanz. Dabei richtete sich dieser langsam in der Unterhose auf und meine Eichel schaute aus dem Hosenbund heraus. Nun konnte sie sich nicht mehr zurckhalten. Mit einem schnellen Ruck zog sie mir auch meine Unterhose aus. Mein Schwanz stand nun vollkommen befreit steil nach oben.</p> <p align="justify">Mein Finger drang immer tiefer in ihre feuchte Spalte ein. Damit ich besser an ihre Spalte herankam, rutschte sie auf dem Sitz weiter nach vorne, so dass sie nur noch auf der Kante sa. Nun konnte ich auch ihr Fickloch erreichen. Zuerst umkreiste ich dieses und hrte, wie sie leise Aufsthnte. Dann aber drckte ich mit meinem Finger leicht zu und drang dabei ein kleines Stck in ihre Muschihhle ein. </p> <p align="justify">"OHHH JAAAA", sthnte sie und umfasste dabei meinen Schwanz mit ihrer Hand. Langsam begann sie dann damit die Vorhaut immer wieder vor und zurck zu schieben. Oh, was fr ein geiles Gefhl. Darauf hatte ich zwei Monate gewartet. </p> <p align="justify">Ich wunderte mich, dass die Muschi einer doch schon 17 jhrigen noch so eng sein kann. Eigentlich msste eine Frau mit diesem Aussehen doch kein Problem damit haben, jemanden zum Ficken zu finden. Spter erfuhr ich dann auch den Grund dafr, warum sie noch so eng war. </p> <p align="justify">Nun jedoch drang ich mit meinem Finger immer tiefer in die geile Hhle ein. Dabei sthnte sie vor Lust immer lauter auf. Auch ich sthnte gensslich auf, als sie meinen Schwanz massierte und mit der anderen Hand meine Eier kraulte.</p> <p align="justify">Sie wurde immer feuchter und heier. Als ich dann ihren erregten Kitzler streichelte, wurde ihr Sthnen immer lauter. "OHHH, JAAAAA, das ist schn so", keuchte sie, als ich ihre Perle mit zwei Fingern massierte. Auf ein Mal lie sie meinen Schwanz los und klammerte sich an dem Fitnessgert fest. Ihr Krper zuckte zusammen und laut Aufsthnend bekam sie ihren Orgasmus. </p> <p align="justify">Als ihr Hhepunkt langsam am Abklingen war, steckte ich wieder meinen Finger in die nun ganz nasse Fotze hinein. "Fick mich jetzt. Ich will mehr spren als nur deinen Finger", forderte sie mich auf und spreizte ihre Beine weit auseinander.</p> <p align="justify">Ich folgte dieser Aufforderung und zog noch schnell meine Unterhose aus. Als ich vor ihr stand und ihr zwischen die Beine schaute, bewunderte ich nochmals ihre fast ganz rasierte Spalte. Dann brachte ich meinen Schwanz auf Hhe mit ihrem heien Fotzenloch und drckte langsam meine Schwanzspitze in ihre enge Hhle hinein.</p> <p align="justify">"OHHH, das ist Geil", sthnten wir gemeinsam auf, als ich immer tiefer in ihren Krper eindrang. Ihre enges Fotzenloch umklammerte meinen harten Schwanz und so drang ich bis zum Anschlag in sie ein. Sie drngte mir ihren Unterleib entgegen und umklammerte mich mit ihren Beinen. Langsam zog ich mich wieder aus ihrer Muschi zurck. Nur um im nchsten Moment wieder von Neuem in sie vorzudringen.</p> <p align="justify">Es fhlte sich so an, als wre sie noch nicht so oft gefickt worden. So begann ich dann mit immer schnelleren Fickbewegungen in ihrer engen Muschi. Wir sthnten gemeinsam immer heftiger und lauter auf.</p> <p align="justify">"OH JA, OHHHH, fick mich, gleich ist es wieder DAAAAAAA", sthnte sie auf, als sie ihren nchsten Orgasmus bekam. Dabei drckte sie mir ihre Fotze entgegen und ihr feuchtes Fleisch umschloss mich ganz eng und trieb auch mich zu einem Orgasmus.</p> <p align="justify">Mit einem lauten: "AHHHHHH", schoss ich meine erste Ladung Sperma in ihren Krper hinein. Mit jedem Zustoen pumpte ich noch mehr Sperma in sie. Dabei melkte ihre immer wieder zusammen zuckende Fotze mein ganzes Sperma aus meinem Schwanz heraus. </p> <p align="justify">Als nichts mehr aus meinem Schwanz kam, bewegte ich mich immer langsamer und hielt dabei ihre Beine fest. Sie sank erschpft auf dem Fitnessgert zusammen. Ich lie meinen Schwanz noch eine kleine Weile in ihrer Muschi stecken und genoss dieses lange vermisste Gefhl, mit dem Schwanz in einer Frau zu stecken. </p> <p align="justify">"Darauf habe ich mich schon seit fast einem Monat gefreut. Seit ich erfahren habe, dass ich zu der Zollkontrolle versetzt werde."</p> <p align="justify">"Wieso, gibt es denn sonst niemanden, der dich ficken knnte?"</p> <p align="justify">"Nein", entgegnete sie mir, whrend ich meinen Schwanz langsam aus ihr heraus zog und ihr beim Aufstehen half. "Auf unserem Planeten herrscht ein akuter Mnnermangel. Wir mssen uns in eine Liste eintragen, damit uns alle paar Monate einmal ein Mann besucht."</p> <p align="justify">"Wie darf ich das Verstehen?"</p> <p align="justify">"Wir haben zu wenig Mnner. Auf 150 Frauen zwischen 18 und 40 Jahre kommt ein Mann. Das ist unser Problem."</p> <p align="justify">'Was fr eine Welt', dachte ich mir, 'wenn die Frauen sich schon in Listen eintragen, damit sie gefickt werden'</p> <p align="justify">"Deshalb habt ihr euch gleich so aufgeteilt und jede hat sich einen Mann unserer Besatzung geschnappt." Ich zog in der Zwischenzeit meine Hose wieder an und wir verlieen den Fitnessraum.</p> <p align="justify">"Ganz genau. Das ist der Vorteil wenn man beim Raumzoll ist. Wir mssen jedes Schiff 'kontrollieren'."</p> <p align="justify">"Und eure Kontrollen sehen immer so aus?" fragte ich sie, whrend wir uns auf den Weg zu meiner Kabine machten. Dabei kamen wir an einer offenen Tre vorbei und hrten dahinter genssliches Sthnen.</p> <p align="justify">"Ja. Wir warten auf der Raumstation darauf, dass ein Raumschiff einfliegt. Dann fliegen wir ihnen entgegen und dann wird 'kontrolliert'."</p> <p align="justify">"Aber es mssen doch fters Schiffe in euer System kommen. Da braucht ihr doch nicht fast einen ganzen Monat warten."</p> <p align="justify">"Doch schon", gab sie mir zur Antwort, als ich ihr die Tre zu meiner Kabine ffnete. "Wir drfen nur an unseren fruchtbaren Tagen gefickt werden. Schlielich mssen wir dafr sorgen, dass unsere Bevlkerungszahl nicht abnimmt. Und aus irgendwelchen Grnden werden sehr wenig Jungs geboren."</p> <p align="justify">"Das heit also, du knntest von mir Schwanger werden?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ich hoffe doch. Deshalb mssen wir es auch gleich noch ein bis dreimal probieren."</p> <p align="justify">Da hatte ich nichts dagegen einzuwenden. "Aber sag mal, dann mssen ja sehr viele Frauen auf der Station sein?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ja schon. Sollte es mal nicht reichen, dann drfen auch von den anderen welche ran."</p> <p align="justify"> Ich schloss die Tre hinter mir und schon umarmte sie mich. Dieses Mal lieen wir uns mehr Zeit. Meine Lippen trafen auf ihre und sie ffnete ihren Mund verlangend. Meine Zunge stie in ihren Mund vor und tastete nach ihrer Zunge.</p> <p align="justify">Sie streichelte zrtlich ber meinen Rcken und streifte mir dabei mein Hemd ganz ab. Nun drckten ihre festen Brste gegen meine Brust. Auch ich streichelte ihr ber den Rcken und streifte ihre geffnete Bluse herunter und lie sie zu Boden fallen. Dann ffnete ich den Verschluss ihres Rocks und lie auch diesen fallen. Sie stand nun ganz nackt vor mir, whrend wir uns verlangend kssten. Meine Hnde kneteten ihre straffen Arschbacken und streichelten durch ihre Pospalte.</p> <p align="justify">Sabine griff an meine Hose und ffnete diese wieder. Dann kniete sie sich vor mich hin und zog mir die Hose ganz aus. Mein Schwanz schwoll immer mehr an. Nun, als ihr Gesicht auf Hhe von meinem Schwanz war, wurde er immer grer.</p> <p align="justify">Sie betrachtete sich meinen Schwanz nun genau und umfasste ihn mit einer Hand. Langsam begann sie nun damit meine Vorhaut vor und zurck zu schieben. Mit der anderen Hand ergriff sie meine Eier und massierte diese zrtlich. Ich sthnte vor Wollust auf und streichelte ihr ber ihren Kopf.</p> <p align="justify">Pltzlich sprte ich, wie sich ihre Lippen um meine Schwanzspitze schlossen und mein Schwanz langsam in ihren Mund eindrang. Sie nahm meinen Schwanz wieder aus ihrem Mund und leckte ihn mit ihrer Zunge ab. An meinem Schwanz haftete noch von meinem Sperma gemischt mit ihren Muschisften.</p> <p align="justify">Mein Schwanz schwoll immer mehr an und stand schon nach kurzer Zeit wieder steil nach oben. Meine Beine wurden immer weicher und ich lie mich langsam auf mein Bett sinken. </p> <p align="justify">Zuerst kniete sie noch vor meinem Bett, dann kletterte sie darauf und kniete mit gespreizten Beinen ber mich. Nun war ihre geffnete und schon feuchte Spalte genau in meinem Blickfeld. Gensslich lie ich meine Finger durch ihre Spalte gleiten und massierte ihre sensible Perle.</p> <p align="justify">Je mehr ich sie streichelte, desto mehr ffnete sich ihre heie Spalte. Bald konnte ich ihr enges Muschiloch sehen und lie dort einen Finger langsam eindringen. Dabei sprte ich, wie ihr Atem immer schneller ging. </p> <p align="justify">Whrend mein Schwanz von ihrem Mund verwhnt wurde, hob ich meinen Kopf an und leckte langsam mit meiner Zunge ber ihre Fotze. So viel Spa hatte ich schon lange nicht mehr mit einer Frau. Wir lieen uns richtig viel Zeit. </p> <p align="justify">Meine Zunge erreichte ihr Fotzenloch und drang langsam darin ein. Dabei floss immer mehr ihres slich schmeckenden Fotzenschleim aus ihr heraus. Pltzlich zuckte sie zusammen. Sie bumte sich auf und spritzte mir whrend sie einen Orgasmus bekam ihren Muschisaft direkt in das Gesicht. Oh wie Geil. Meine Zunge leckte ber ihr Muschiloch und sie spritzte ihren Saft ber meine Zunge und in mein Gesicht.</p> <p align="justify">"OHHHHH, JAAAAAA", schrie sie laut auf und drckte mir ihre Muschi auf das Gesicht. "Oh wie schn", sagte sie keuchend, whrend ihr Orgasmus langsam nachlie. Sie drehte sich nun um und legte sich auf mich. Dabei ksste sie mein mit ihrem Fotzenschleim und Muschisaft beschmiertes Gesicht.</p> <p align="justify">Wir kssten uns und dabei rutschte sie langsam auf mir nach unten. Als sie sprte, dass mein Schwanz ihre Muschi berhrte, rieb sie mit ihrer feuchten Spalte an meinem Schwanz. Dieser zuckte unter diesen Berhrungen und drckte immer fester gegen ihre Schamlippen.</p> <p align="justify">Ich massierte ihre festen Pobacken und drang mit meinen Fingern in ihre Pospalte ein, bis ich ihr enges Poloch fand. Dieses massierte ich zrtlich und lie dann langsam einen Finger in sie eindringen.</p> <p align="justify">Mit einer kurzen Hftbewegung dirigierte sie meinen Schwanz langsam an ihrer Spalte entlang in Richtung auf ihr geffnetes Muschiloch. Als sie sprte, dass meine Schwanzspitze an ihrer geffneten und gut geschmierten Lustgrotte angekommen war, setzte sie sich langsam auf. Immer darauf bedacht, dass mein Schwanz den Kontakt zu ihrem Muschiloch nicht verliert.</p> <p align="justify">Sie kniete nun aufgerichtet mit gespreizten Beinen ber meiner Hfte. Meine Schwanzspitze berhrte sanft ihr nasses Fotzenloch und wartete nur noch darauf in ihrem Krper zu versinken. Ich richtete meinen Kopf auf und sah, wie meine Schwanzspitze zwischen ihren mit einem dnnen Haarstreifen bewachsenen Schamlippen verschwand und gegen ihre Muschihhle drckte. Zwischen ihren Schamlippen schaute ihr erregter Kitzler hervor. Ich fasste mit einer Hand nach vorne und streichelte zrtlich ihre hellrote Perle.</p> <p align="justify">"OHHHH das ist schn", sthnte sie und lie sich langsam auf mich herunter sinken. Mein Schwanz drckte gegen ihr Muschiloch und drngte sich gemchlich hinein. Immer mehr von meinem Schwanz verschwand in ihrem jungen Krper. Dabei sthnten wir gemeinsam lustvoll auf. </p> <p align="justify">Als mein Schwanz dann ganz in ihr verschwunden war und sie auf meiner Hfte sa, bewegte sie ihre Hfte langsam hin und her. Ich massierte ihre erregte Perle immer mehr, was sie zu immer schnelleren Bewegungen veranlasste. </p> <p align="justify">"OH, JA, es kommt, AHHHHHHHH", sthnte sie, als ein Orgasmus ihren Krper durchlief. Sie zuckte und drckte ihre Muschi um meinen Schwanz herum zusammen. Ich sprte jede Orgasmuswelle, die ihren Krper durchlief. Immer wieder drckte sie ihren Rcken durch und ihre Muschi zuckte zusammen. </p> <p align="justify">Ihre Bewegungen wurden wieder langsamer. Sie keuchte und lie sich langsam auf mich sinken. Dabei bewegte sie ihre Hfte immer noch langsam hoch und runter. </p> <p align="justify">"Knie dich auf das Bett, ich will dich von Hinten nehmen", flsterte ich ihr in das Ohr. </p> <p align="justify">Sie lie meinen Schwanz mit einem leichten Aufsthnen aus ihrer Muschi gleiten, kletterte von mir herunter und kniete sich mit leicht gespreizten Beinen auf das Bett. Ich kniete mich hinter sie und betrachtete ihr weit geffnetes Muschiloch und ihr kleines noch jungfruliches Poloch.</p> <p align="justify">Mit meiner Hand fuhr ich ihr ber ihre Muschispalte und verteilte von ihrem Muschischleim auch auf ihrem Poloch. Dann setzte ich meinen Schwanz an ihrer Lustgrotte an und drang langsam mit meiner Schwanzspitze in sie ein. Als meine Schwanzspitze ganz in ihrer Muschi verschwunden war, zog ich sie wieder gemchlich heraus. Dies wiederholt ich mehrmals. Immer wieder drckte sie mir ihre Hfte entgegen und hoffte, dass ich endlich wieder ganz in sie eindringen werde.</p> <p align="justify">Whrend ich mit meiner Schwanzspitze immer wieder ein kleines Stck in ihre Muschi eindrang, drang ich gleichzeitig mit einem Finger in ihr Arschloch ein. Zuerst nur mit einem Finger, dann aber, als sie sich immer mehr entspannte, auch mit zwei Fingern. </p> <p align="justify">Nun zog ich meine Schwanzspitze wieder ganz aus ihrer Muschi heraus. Anstatt jedoch wieder dort einzudringen, setzte ich sie an ihrem engen Poloch an und drang fr sie ganz unerwartet in ihren Hintern ein. </p> <p align="justify">"OHHHH", sthnten wir vor Lust auf, als ich immer tiefer in ihren engen Hintern eindrang. Ohne Pause drang ich bis zum Anschlag in ihren Hintern ein. Ich sprte, wie meine Eier ihre Schamlippen berhrten. Nun zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder zurck und begann mit gleichmigen Fickbewegungen ihren Hintern zu ficken. </p> <p align="justify">Immer wieder zog ich meinen Schwanz ganz aus ihrem Hintern heraus, nur um dann auch gleich wieder tief in sie vorzustoen. Als ich gerade wieder meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Hintern gezogen hatte, setzte ich ihn wieder an ihrem Muschiloch an und fickte sie in ihrer Mse weiter. Immer wieder wechselte ich zwischen den zwei Lchern hin und her. </p> <p align="justify">Gerade als ich wieder mit meinem Schwanz in ihrem Hintern war, bekam sie einen weiteren Orgasmus. Dieses Mal sprte ich, wie sich ihr Hintern ganz eng um meinen Schwanz herum zusammen zog. Auch bei mir steigerte sich der Druck in meinen Eiern wieder immer mehr und auch ich nhrte mich meinem Orgasmus.</p> <p align="justify">"Bitte", flehte sie, "spritz in meine Muschi. Ich will ein Kind von dir."</p> <p align="justify">Das hatte noch keine so zu mir gesagt. So kam ich ihrem Flehen nach und steckte meinen Schwanz wieder in ihre Muschi hinein. Dabei zog sie ihre Muschi ganz eng zusammen, so dass ich nur noch drei weiter Ste brauchte, um mit einem lauten Sthnen meinen Samen in ihre Gebrmutter zu spritzen.</p> <p align="justify">Nachdem ich meinen ganzen Saft in sie gepumpt hatte und nichts mehr aus meinem Schwanz kam, wurden auch meinen Bewegungen immer langsamer und hrten schlielich ganz auf. Zrtlich streichelte ich ber ihren schmalen Rcken.</p> <p align="justify">Als sich unser Atem wieder etwas beruhigt hatte, zog ich meinen nun nicht mehr so harten Schwanz aus ihrer Muschihhle heraus. Wir lieen uns auf mein Bett sinken und streichelten und kssten uns zrtlich. Sie legte ihren Hintern auf ein hohes Kissen. </p> <p align="justify">"Was machst du da?" wollte ich von ihr wissen.</p> <p align="justify">"Dann luft das Sperma nicht so schnell aus meiner Muschi heraus."</p> <p align="justify">"Du willst also wirklich ein Kind von mir?"</p> <p align="justify">"Ja natrlich. Fr eine Frau ist es das Grte schwanger zu werden."</p> <p align="justify">"Aber ich kann mich doch gar nicht um dich oder das Kind kmmern. In ein paar Tagen werden wir das System wieder verlassen."</p> <p align="justify">"Keiner der Befruchter kann sich um die Kinder kmmern, die er zeugt. Das wird auch gar nicht verlangt. Frauen mit Kindern werden von der Allgemeinheit versorgt."</p> <p align="justify">"Befruchter?" fragte ich neugierig, denn diesen Begriff hatte ich so noch nicht gehrt.</p> <p align="justify">"Die meisten Mnner sind im Status eines Befruchters. Das heit, ihre Aufgabe ist es mit mindestens vier Frauen in der Woche die ihre Fruchtbaren Tage haben Sex zu haben und zu versuchen sie zu schwngern."</p> <p align="justify">"Und sonst hat ein Mann nichts zu tun? Ich darf am Tag mit zwei verschiedenen Frauen ficken?" fragte ich unglubig.</p> <p align="justify">"Das ist so ziemlich der einzige Beruf fr einen Mann. Und du darfst auch mit mehr Frauen ficken wenn du willst und kannst. Wenn du auf der Oberflche bist, kannst du es ja mal ausprobieren. Gehe zu einer Frau oder einem Mdchen im Alter von 10 Jahren aufwrts, die dir gefllt und frage sie, ob sie mit dir schlafen will. Du wirst kaum eine finden, die 'Nein' sagt."</p> <p align="justify">"Ab welchem Alter?" fragte ich nach, denn ich dachte, dass ich zehn Jahre verstanden hatte.</p> <p align="justify">"Ab 10 Jahren", sagte sie dazu, "hier werden alle Mdchen frh genug dazu erzogen. Ich wre auch mit zehn Jahren schon froh gewesen, wenn mich einer entjungfert htte. Schlielich erfahren wir in der Schule schon sehr frh, wie das alles geht."</p> <p align="justify">Whrend wir uns unterhielten, streichelten wir uns immer weiter und mein Schwanz wuchs in ihren zrtlichen Hnden wieder immer mehr an.</p> <p align="justify">'Das muss ich probieren' dachte ich mir.</p> <p align="justify">"Die Mnner auf eurem Planeten sind zu beneiden", sagte ich zu ihr, whrend ich ihre kleine Perle zwischen zwei Fingern massierte.</p> <p align="justify">"Das kannst du auch. Du musst nur auf das Einwanderungsbro und sagen, dass du ein paar Jahre hier verbringen willst."</p> <p align="justify">"Ich werde das bei meinem nchsten Landgang ausprobieren. Wenn das wirklich so ist, dann ist es zu berlegen, hier nicht ein paar Jahre zu verbringen."</p> <p align="justify">"Das wre doch schn, oder nicht? Du kannst jeden Tag so viele Frauen ficken, wie du willst. OHHHH"</p> <p align="justify">"Mein Vertrag ist sowieso abgelaufen. Ich kann das Schiff jederzeit verlassen." Meine Finger spielten in der Zwischenzeit wieder mit ihrer Muschi und drangen dabei immer tiefer in ihre Spalte ein. Sie spreizte auch sogleich die Beine und prsentierte mir ihre Muschihhle.</p> <p align="justify">"Wenn du tatschlich, OHHHH, ist das schn, hier bleiben willst, dann, AHHHHH, erwhne doch bitte meinen Namen. AHHHHHHH", sagte sie immer wieder von lustvollem Sthnen unterbrochen.</p> <p align="justify">Sie setzte sich nun mit gespreizten Beinen ber mein Gesicht und nahm meinen Schwanz langsam in ihren Mund.</p> <p align="justify">"OHHHH, JAAAA", sthnte ich auf, als mein Schwanz immer tiefer in ihrem Mund verschwand und ich gleichzeitig ihre weit geffnete Spalte vor Augen hatte. Sie lie sich noch etwas tiefer sinken und so konnte ich ohne meinen Kopf gro anheben zu mssen mit meiner Zunge ihre feuchte Spalte erreichen.</p> <p align="justify">Langsam lie ich meine Zunge ihre Spalte entlang streicheln. Ich schmeckte ihren sen Muschischleim und lie meine Zunge immer tiefer zwischen ihre Schamlippen eindringen, whrend sie meinen Schwanz immer heftiger bearbeitete.</p> <p align="justify">Als ich nun mit meiner Zunge ihre Perle leckte und sanft daran saugte, atmete sie immer heftiger und es floss immer mehr ihres Muschisaftes aus ihrer Fotze heraus.</p> <p align="justify">"OHH, OHHH", hrte ich sie unterdrckt aufsthnen. Dann auf einmal lie sie meinen harten Schwanz aus ihren Mund gleiten und ihr Krper zuckte zusammen. Mit einem lauten "AHHHHHH", bekam sie ihren Orgasmus. Aus ihrer Hhle spritzte mir ihr Saft in das Gesicht. Wieder und wieder zuckte sie zusammen, whrend ich immer noch ihren Kitzler mit meiner Zunge und meinem Mund bearbeitete. </p> <p align="justify">"Oh war das Geil", sagte sie. "Jetzt will ich aber deinen Schwanz auch in mir spren."</p> <p align="justify">Als sie das sagte, setzte sie sich auf und drehte sich um. Dann rutschte sie langsam auf meiner Brust herunter, bis meine Schwanzspitze ihre nasse Muschispalte berhrte. </p> <p align="justify">"Gleich bin ich in dir drinnen", sthnte ich lustvoll auf, als ich sprte, wie mein Schwanz langsam durch ihre Spalte in Richtung ihrer Lustgrotte glitt. </p> <p align="justify">Sie bewegte ihre Hfte noch ein kleines Stck weiter, dann sprte ich ihre heie Lustgrotte. Sie hielt kurz inne, lie sich dann langsam sinken. Ich sprte, wie mein Schwanz immer tiefer in ihre Hhle hinein glitt. Wir sthnten beide vor Lust laut auf. Sie lie sich immer tiefer sinken, bis mein harter Schwanz ganz in ihrem Krper verschwunden war.</p> <p align="justify">Nun fing sie an ihren Krper rhythmisch zu bewegen. Ihre enge Muschi massierte meinen Schwanz. Ich griff mit meinen Hnden an ihre festen Titten und massierte diese. Langsam lie ich eine meiner Hnde nach unten ber ihren Bauch zu ihrer nassen Spalte wandern. Dort begann ich dann damit, ihre erregte Perle zu massieren. </p> <p align="justify">"OHHHHH", sthnte sie Lustvoll auf, als ich ihren Kitzler zwischen zwei Fingern massierte. Dabei zuckte ihre Muschi immer wieder zusammen. Ich sprte, wie sie sich immer mehr einem Orgasmus nherte. Auch stieg bei mir der Druck in meinem Schwanz immer mehr an.</p> <p align="justify">Nun ritt sie nur noch auf meiner Schwanzspitze und massierte diese mit ihrer heien Muschihhle. Dabei sthnten wir immer heftiger und lauter auf.</p> <p align="justify">Mit einem lauten "AHHHHHH", kam bei ihr der Orgasmus. Dabei zuckte ihre Muschi zusammen und sie klemmte meinen Schwanz fest in ihrer Lustgrotte ein. Dabei lie sie sich wieder ganz herunter sinken und nahm meinen Schwanz ganz in ihren Krper auf.</p> <p align="justify">Das war auch fr mich genug. Mit einem lauten Aufsthnen spritzte ich meinen erste Ladung Sperma in sie hinein. Sie bewegte sich immer wieder auf meinem Schwanz hoch und runter, wobei ihre Muschi sich immer wieder eng um meinen Schwanz zusammen zog. Dabei sthnte sie ihren Orgasmus laut heraus, wobei ich immer wieder mein Sperma laut sthnend in sie hinein pumpte.</p> <p align="justify">Als ihr Orgasmus langsam nachlie und auch aus meinem Schwanz nichts mehr kam, lie sie sich langsam auf meine Brust sinken. "Oh war das herrlich", sthnte sie ganz auer Atem und dann kssten wir uns lang und innig.</p> <p align="justify">Mein Schwanz wurde langsam wieder weicher und kleiner. Sie schaffte es jedoch ihn immer noch in ihrer Muschi eingeklemmt zu halten. Als er dann doch aus ihr heraus rutschte, glitt sie von mir herunter und legte ihre Hfte auf einige Kissen.</p> <p align="justify">'Was fr eine Welt', dachte ich mir. 'Hier legen es die Frauen richtig darauf an, schwanger zu werden.'</p> <p align="justify">Als wir so nackt nebeneinander lagen und uns gegenseitig zrtlich streichelten, unterhielten wir uns noch eine Weile und sie erzhlte mir immer mehr von ihrer herrlichen Welt. Ein Mann hat auch keinerlei Verpflichtung gegenber der Frau und dem Kind, das sie von ihm bekommen hat. Darum kmmert sich dann die Gemeinschaft. </p> <p align="justify">Langsam reifte in mir der Gedanke, einige Jahre hier auf diesem Planten zu verbringen. Vor allem, als sie erzhlte, was die Mnner dabei verdienten und dass fr jedes Kind, das geboren wird dem Mann wie auch der Frau eine Prmie bezahlt wird. Sie erzhlte mir dann auch noch, dass eine Frau mit einem Kind sehr im Ansehen der anderen steigt, und dass man nur mit Kindern auf diesem Planeten Karriere machen kann.</p> <p align="justify">Whrend unserer Unterhaltung, erregten wir uns wieder immer mehr und mehr. Ihre Muschi wurde wieder feucht und mein Schwanz wurde wieder hart. So fickten wir dann noch ein drittes Mal. Gerade als wir fertig waren, ertnte ein Signal aus ihrem Kommunikator.</p> <p align="justify">"Oh, unsere Kommandantin ruft uns."</p> <p align="justify">"Dann sollten wir wohl mal hingehen", entgegnete ich ihr und wir standen auf und zogen uns an.</p> <p align="justify">Arm in Arm gingen wir zu der Mannschaftsmesse. Dort trafen wir auch die anderen Besatzungsmitglieder und die Mdels von dem Zollschiff. Alle machten einen ziemlich glcklichen Eindruck. </p> <p align="justify">"So, meine Damen", erffnete die Kommandantin das Gesprch, "ist irgendjemanden etwas ungewhnliches aufgefallen? Wurden alle Wnsche befriedigt?"</p> <p align="justify">"Alles in bester Ordnung", kam es wie aus einem Mund.</p> <p align="justify">"Gut. Dann erklre ich hiermit die Zollkontrolle fr beendet. Das Schiff darf ungehindert in einen Orbit um unseren Planeten gehen. Verabschiedet euch und dann gehen wir."</p> <p align="justify">Wir wurden nochmals von allen Mdels herzlich geksst. Wobei jede schaute, dass sie auch jeden von uns ksste. Dann stellten sie sich alle hinter ihre Kommandantin und gemeinsam gingen sie zur Schleuse.</p> <p align="justify">Sie winkten uns nochmals kurz zu und ihre Kommandantin sagte noch: "Ich hoffe, dass diese Kontrolle noch Folgen hat." Dabei schloss sie die Schleuse. Wir standen alle noch in der Eingangshalle und schauten sehnschtig den jungen Frauen nach.</p> <p align="justify">"Das war ein toller Empfang", sagte unser Kommandant und drehte sich zu uns um. </p> <p align="justify">"Ja. Schade nur, dass wir nicht berall so empfangen und kontrolliert werden." Entgegnete ein anderer.</p> <p align="justify">"Man kann nicht alles haben. Aber so wie ich gehrt habe, muss es auf der Oberflche hnlich zugehen. Ich freue mich schon auf unseren Landgang", sagte ich noch dazu, als wir auf unsere Stationen gingen und gerade noch sahen, wie sich das Zollschiff von uns lste.</p> <p align="justify">Kurz darauf meldete sich auch schon wieder eine Frauenstimme und wir schalteten auf Bildbertragung. Wir sahen eine knapp bekleidete Frau im mittleren Alter mit langen braunen Haaren und einem tiefen Ausschnitt.</p> <p align="justify">"Hallo Katharine. Hier ist die Einflugkontrolle. Mein Name ist Laura. Die Zollkontrolle hat mir soeben die Freigabe fr euren Anflug gegeben. Ich bermittle die Koordinaten."</p> <p align="justify">Unser Navigator besttigte den Erhalt und unser Kommandant unterhielt sich noch etwas mit Laura, als auch schon bei mir der Kurs auf dem Display erschien. Whrend ich unser Schiff auf den Kurs brachte und zu dem Planeten steuerte, bekam ich nur am Rande mit, wie unser Kommandant mit Laura flirtete und ein Treffen mit ihr vereinbarte. </p> <font color="#800000"><i><p align="justify">Fortsetzung folgt</p> <p align="justify">weitere Geschichten von mir:</p> <p align="justify">Vergewaltigung im Pferdestall</p> <p align="justify">Brief einer 11 jhrigen an ihren Vater</p> <p align="justify">Die Nachbarstochter in meinem Pool </p> <p align="justify">oder sucht nach Nori</p></i></font> <!-- BEGIN XXXCOUNTER CODE - ALTERATION WILL RESULT IN ACCOUNT CANCELLATION --> <a href="http://free.xxxcounter.com/e/2/224018/" target="_top"> <img src="Nori_Mannermangel_Teil_1-Dateien/a.gif" alt="XXX" border="0" height="60" width="100"></a> <!-- END XXXCOUNTER CODE - HAVE A NICE DAY --> <!-- text below generated by server. PLEASE REMOVE --> </body></html>

Title: Story of the Year Author: by bobwhite Summary: High school nerds, their platonic female friends, unlikely accidents, a cheerleader, lesbians, and a nurse at the hospital. The eternal dance continues. Keywords: MC MF FF MFF Story of the Year by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * I woke up late, but that wasn't a big deal. After all, it was my birthday. Actually, *yesterday* was my birthday. But, since it was Thursday, and the block party was Saturday, we all decided to have my party coincide with the block party. The delay should have given me enough time to think about my plans for the block party... in the back of my mind, I knew that I'd chicken out on Friday, and I'd avoid doing something that, while fun, could get me into more trouble than I'd know what to do with. But then, instead of opening a giftwrapped box containing that very expensive thing that I really, really wanted dad to get me, I opened a box that had about four XLR microphone cables inside of it. Useful for an amateur DJ like me, sure. But certainly not what dad had promised to get me. And I didn't miss that smug little smile that both my stepmother Shelly and her daughter Kimmy flashed me when my dad announced that he'd decided to treat them to a weekend fling in Paris later in the summer. He said it was expensive, but the only way he knew to say that he was sorry for working all of those late hours he'd been putting in at the office lately. My stepmother and stepsister, golddigger and golddigger protege, had been guilt-tripping my old man for weeks on account of his overtime, even though it was that overtime that paid for their cars. And clothes. And toys. And shopping trips to get more clothes, toys, and cars when they could afford it. When *dad* could afford it, anyway. And now they'd gotten their way once again... at the expense of my present, the one very expensive thing that I really, really wanted. I was pissed off! Whether I was more angry at my stepmother and my stepsister for basically stealing my birthday gift, or at my dad for being so spineless and not buying me that very expensive thing that I really, really wanted, I'll never know. But instead of thinking twice about my plans and erring on the side of caution, I decided to go all- out on Saturday. I'd been interested in hypnosis all my life, and had studied it for the past few years. I was going to use that knowledge, in addition to all the gadgets I'd read about on the Internet, to help me get all the sex and revenge I wanted from those two harpies. They were evil bitches wrapped up in five-foot-six, blond-haired, blue- eyed, hourglass bodies with beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts. They'd be mine. And they'd be sorry they ever messed with me. "Con, get up! Come on, you have to go set up! You wanted to be the DJ so bad, don't screw it all up!", Shelly yelled at me. Her shrill voice only strengthened my resolve... how could somebody her age (early forties) be so beautiful and so bitchy? She could pass for my stepsister, both in terms of prettiness and bitchiness. But, she was right. I had to set up early, given all the extra equipment that was needed for tonight's big event. I got dressed quickly and went downstairs, where Shelly and Kimmy were having brunch. "Hey, is dad gone yet?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Kimmy said, "Yes, *stupid*, he is. And before you ask, he won't be back till Sunday afternoon. Oh, and Johnny from down the street came over. He says they already got the street blocked by his house, so you should set up under the tent he's got up in the road. It might rain, but he said it's designed for outdoor events, or something." "*Gawd*, your dad probably wants me to pick him up... damn, I'm always doing something for him!" Shelly said, cuntilly. *They can't go two sentences without bitching*, I thought. Quickly, I said, "Hey ladies, I'd love to stay but I gotta get ready. I already packed up the van last night, so I'm going to head on out. But, I need to ask you two to stop by the DJ booth in about an hour... I need you to, uh... help me... arrange everything so it looks nice. You know how sloppy I am, I don't want to look bad." "Well, you *are* a slob, Con, and you can't set anything up without making it look like a mess... OK... but you owe us, big-time," Kimmy said. "Hey, you got a whole trip to Paris! I can't give you what my dad does." I was lying... to Shelly, anyway. I was going to give her what my dad gave her... and she was going to beg for it. Kimmy said, "How about this: you do my chores for a week. No telling Mr. Troller, either." "Don't call my dad that, Kimmy," I replied, getting more than a little annoyed. She only did that when he wasn't around... he had no idea how much of an ungreatful bitch his stepdaughter really was. Shelly added, "And the laundry. You have to do laundry all week, Con." "OK, OK. See you in an hour--bye!" I said, leaving. Once in my van, I started it up and drove down to the corner at the other end of the block. Johnny was gone but he'd set up a huge tent, and I started unloading my gear. Speakers were stacked, wires were run from them to the mixer, it was connected to the PA, and everything got plugged in and tested just to make sure I hadn't messed up the sound system. I looked at my watch, and figured that I had about 20 minutes to get ready for Shelly and Kimmy. First, I dug out the electric grandfather clock that I'd stashed in my van. I used my hand truck to wheel it up onto the stage, and plugged it in. The special gold pendulum that hung below the main clock started swinging at that exact frequency the Internet sites said would quickly induce a hypnotic trance in an attractive female. Hell, I had to use most of my tinkering skills to alter the clock so that it would cause the weight to swing at that exact rate, and I accidentally tranced himself a few times in the process. I took out the linkage from the gears to the hands, and put a cheap quartz clock movement behind the face and attached the hands to it instead. That way, it'd keep good time. The spiral on the slowly swinging pendulum was spinning at the proper RPM to induce a deeper trance than the swinging weight could alone. I set out a couple of glasses and dumped a little of the powdered chemical my friend got me into them. He got it from the top-secret government project going on at the local university, something about putting people into a very suggestive state to control them. When I looked up from my work, I saw that not only were my two targets walking toward me ahead of schedule, but they had another girl with them--it was Wendy, the captain of the cheerleading squad! I've always wanted her... and now she, too, would be mine. Quickly, I prepared a third glass with the drug, and then filled them all with cold water. Thunder rumbled in the background, but I was too excited to care. They were getting closer, so I flipped on the switch that activated the subtle, hypnotic blinking of the LED lights I used to decorate my DJ area. Then it hit me--I forgot the amplifier! I grabbed the spool of wire I had and ran to the ground rod I'd installed next to a tree the day before, hooked the wire to the rod, and then ran it back and plugged it into the jack on mental amplifier helmet marked "Ground." Then, I ran a long cable down the back of my shirt, hooking one end into the "Power" jack on my helmet and the other into the 220V extension cord that ran into Johnny's house. I flipped the switch on the helmet to the "on" position, and the humming filled my brain as I opened my laptop computer to start a song with subliminal commands embedded within the audio tracks. I also started that computer program I'd downloaded a few days ago that promised to make me a virtual God to everyone around me... after all, anything was worth a try when the stakes are *mind control*. "Well, Dweeb, what's so important that Kimmy has to make me wait before we go to the mall? We'd better not get rained on or you're dead meat," Wendy said. Shelly laughed at that remark... if she looked anywhere near her age of 41, I would be turning her into a maid instead of into a sex slave- -that's how much I hated her. *What is it with blond girls with great curves and beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup tits that makes them so bitchy?*, I asked myself. "I just need you all to listen to this song and look at my setup... give it just one song, then tell me what you think. Oh, here's some flavored water. It's ice cold." Shelly, after she quit snickering, said, "Why do you have that stupid helmet on? Shouldn't you just get an umbrella? We don't need any drinks, it's probably going to rain in a minute or two! Now show us what you're going to show us so we can go." Despite her bitching, she and the other two each grabbed a cup of the drugged water. "Mmmm, this is pretty good, actually," Kimmy said after her first sip, "but I don't know how well this party is going to go. It looks like it could start storming any second!" I looked up and for the first time noticed that the slight overcast of the morning was now a threatening sea of dark clouds. When I looked back at my targets, all three were enjoying my special punch. "OK, now watch the clock... isn't that cool, with the lights in the background? Here, let me turn the music up," I said, watching them start to obey me. Maybe the drug was working, or maybe it wasn't--but I know I saw them start gazing right into the clock's pendulum when they were done drinking. Then, I focused my mind really hard on Kimmy. I mentally formed the idea that her shoulder itched. I almost fell over when she scratched it. Then, I concentrated on Wendy and Shelly... and before I expected any action, they were holding each other's breasts and kissing. I looked back over at Kimmy, and her hand reached into her pants and began to fiddle about... just like I'd told it to. And right about then is when I heard the screeching. My first thought was, *Get the fuck out of here!*, and the three little bitches did just that. But I was tethered to a high-voltage power cord, and a ground connection... and I was behind an entire control panel on a raised platform. There was no escape, but my body was on autopilot. I tried to jump off the platform, but right then, out of nowhere, lightning and thunder exploded all around me as I was struck by both a bolt of lightning and the car (which was driven by some douche who can't read "Road Closed" signs). I flew through the air, catching a whiff of my burning eyebrows briefly. But, before I landed, I was surrounded by green light... and I actually *missed* the ground. I hovered, bathed in green, and felt my body get pulled up to a silver disc-shaped vessel manned by gray aliens. I won't go into much of what happened there, for two reasons: one, I don't remember much about it; and two, what I do remember involves a lot of things shocking my brain while I received some sort of advanced (i.e., wiggly and non- lubricated) colonoscopy. When I finally did hit the pavement (the aliens dropped me in front of the remnants of the stage from a height of about six feet), I looked around on the road and saw my computer. The program was running, and it said something about being able to change bodies... and I needed some super-healing, super-quick. But, as I reached for it, some guy with a star sticker on his shirt grabbed it, took a few steps, and turned around and waived at me. As soon as he did that, I blacked out. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital. Above my head, I saw a clipboard, and once I knocked it down with my numb hands (right onto my face, I might add), I grabbed it as best I could and tried to read it. "Patient: Conrad Con' Troller, M, DOB:" was all I could manage before the room started spinning. I dropped the clipboard, and the lights went out again. When I came to, I was still in the hospital, which pretty much confirmed the fact that it *wasn't* a dream. Looking out the window, I noticed that it was pitch black outside--the clock on the wall confirmed the late hour. I moved very carefully in the bed, discovering to my relief that my arms, hands, fingers, and legs still worked. I figured I didn't have any broken bones, and a quick grab- check later, I realized that I didn't have a catheter in. *Thank God*, I thought. *They must have had me up a little while ago, I wonder why I don't remember?* Then, I peed all over myself. That meant it was time for a nurse, so I pressed the call button. And a few moments later, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen walked in. She was tall, raven-haired, and had an athletic build. Despite my state (humiliated and laying in piss), I felt a twitch down in my crotch. She smiled. "Oh, so we are awake now! They've had you on some pretty heavy medication, glad to see you're alert but please, the toilet is right over there." Her English accent was only making me hornier, and soon I was sporting a nice-sized tent for her. That made her smile more, and I actually felt a throbbing sensation in my cock. Realizing I was just staring at her from behind my boner, I said, "Uh... can I get a new gown? And bed?" Instantly, she turned and left, and a few seconds later some aides came in and provided me with a new bed, a new gown, and even a sponge and tub so I could wash off my urine. When I was dry, I got back into bed, somewhat more refreshed and surprised that I could stand and move about so easily after such a bad accident. I had just settled down and decided to sleep the rest of the night when the door to my room opened and closed. In the dim light of the small, private hospital room, I saw Nurse Goddess-on-Earth approaching my bed. "How are you doing, Con? Are you all cleaned up? Feeling OK?" she asked. I barely heard her... all I could think about was how hot she was. But, I had to say something, so I muttered, "Uh... I'm fine, I'm OK," or something like that, while thinking about how hot it'd be if she slid her hand into my gown, and started fondling my obvious erection. And a moment later, she did just that. "I'm glad to hear you're... better... hey, what am I doing?" she asked herself (she looked like she was speaking to her hand). "Con, I'm so sorry, I can't... seem to...." I didn't hear what she said after that. I was in *heaven*. I mean, I may be the geekiest dork in all of nerddom, but I *have* had a handjob before. Not one like this, though--my geeky female friend Becky didn't have magic fingers like Nurse O'Mydreams had. Every where she touched me was an erogenous zone, and every time I thought of a place for her to touch me, her hands followed my desires. It was only a matter of time before I thought of what it'd be like if she took me into her mouth. Well, I wish I could have seen the look on her face when she did just that! Her mouth was warm, moist, undulating, playful, ... it was, quite simply, about a million times better than I'd ever imagined a blowjob could be. I didn't know how I was holding off of cumming right into her mouth, and I didn't care. Several times, I felt the climax approach, and I even felt it slam into me, but I never blew my goo. She teased with her lips, her hands, her tongue... everything I wanted her to do, she did, and it was amazing. I thought, *Any mortal man would have cum about twenty times by now. And it's no coincidence that when I tell her to suck on my balls while jacking me off, she does just that a few seconds later. I... I did it! All that hypno stuff, all that subliminal crap, all those chemicals and obedience drugs and blinking lights... and a helmet, and lots of voltage... I can do it, I am controlling this woman's mind! I'm a Mind Controller!* I'd been having her use her free hand to play with her pussy for quite some time, and I just knew she was wet and ready for me. So, I mentally commanded her to straddle me and impale herself on my rod. She quickly took her hand out of her scrubs and removed her entire uniform, rubbing herself one last time before getting above me on the bad. Then, slowly, she sank down on my dick, and I nearly lost my mind. Her mouth been amazing. Her pussy was downright *unbelievable*. I felt so many things at once that I didn't know what to think, so when she leaned over me and looked into my eyes, I just started thrusting up for everything I was worth. I played with her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup tits, and even kissed her--I must have been caught up in the heat of the action, because it didn't even dawn on me that her mouth had been on my cock a few minutes before. For a long time, I just fucked her with everything I had, grabbing her ass and digging my nails into her back as I somehow felt her get nearer and nearer to her own orgasm. When I knew that it was just about to hit her, I decided to block it until I couldn't take anymore, and then we'd cum together. And I did that for about five minutes or so. I don't know how I did it that long, but I did it. When I finally felt like I couldn't do any more, I just let go and in a dozen or so thrusts, shot a stream of seed up into her so huge and powerful that I wouldn't have been surprised to see some of it leaking out of her mouth. She'd been quiet the whole time, but when she came (which left my crotch soaked for the second time that evening), she let out a low, guttural growl that told me I'd just rocked her world in a way it'd never been rocked before. We continued to lay there for awhile, and I explored as much of her body as I could with my hands. Sometimes, I'd smack her ass possessively. But, after about twenty minutes or so of rest, she said she'd have to go back to work or she'd be in trouble. So, I let her go, and I think I was asleep before she even got off the bed. The only thing I remember about her getting off of me was a brief flash of a name tag that read, "Gwen." I fell asleep soon after she left, and I had a dream. Of course, it involved sex with my naughty nurse, but at the same time, I dreamed of a hot doctor who would came into my room, looked at my chart, and talked to the nurse. Using my new powers (at least in the dream), I decided that the scene would unfold much nicer if the doctor handed the chart to the nurse, who watched in amusement as the doctor took off her jacket and blouse. "What's happening? Gwen, what's... why am I... oh no, not the bra... quick, lock the door before someone sees...," the doctor said, completely topless and beginning to fondle her tits. The nurse tossed the chart onto my bed and rushed over to the door to shut and lock it, and right when I heard the *click* of the lock, the doctor made an abbreviated "ooooh" sound. The sound made the nurse spin around to see what was wrong, and finally asked in a hushed town, "Dr. Caliente, what are you doing? Stop pinching your nipples--it'll feel better if you let me suck them a little. Maybe a nibble or two... wait, what am I saying?" The nurse's face conveyed pure disbelief--she had no idea why she'd just said those words. "Gwen, are you crazy? You can't suck my nipples...," the doctor said, then stopped... she was clearly struggling to maintain control. She fought for almost half a minute before her next words finally dripped from her lips. "Can't suck them from over there... help me out of these pants, baby." The nurse looked terrified as she walked to the doctor and pulled her pants down, taking the panties with them. "Doctor, doctor I'm sorry... I can't stop... I need to...." "My nipples are up here, nurse," the doctor said, using one hand to lift the kneeling nurse's jaw delicately so she could see her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts. With the other hand, she gently stroked the nurse's dark hair. The nurse rose and said, "Doctor, what's happening? Why are you naked, and why do I have to suck your nipples when your tasty pussy is what I really--" She had to put her hand over her mouth to stop talking, but the doctor wasn't having any of that. Not any more, anyway. The doctor gently lowered Gwen's hand from her mouth, and Gwen said, "Why am I saying these things? What's happening?" The doctor ignored her and said, "So you would rather have my pussy than my nips? Have it your way, but first, a kiss." Quickly, she kissed the shocked nurse. As they kissed, the doctor felt the nurse's breasts through her scrubs, and even slid her hand inside the pants to finger the now-panting Gwen to a quick little orgasm. The nurse's composure finally broke down and she broke the kiss. With a little nudge, she found she couldn't voice her objections or concerns any longer. Gwen quietly sank to her knees, and started licking the doctor's clit. Her hands slid up the doctor's body and grabbed her tits, paying particular attention to the nipples as she caressed and squeezed them. Before too long, the doctor was practically riding the nurse's face. The doctor's hips were bucking back and forth while she held the nurse's head tightly (by clenching fistfuls of the nurse's hair) against her wetness, the groans coming from the doctor really added a nice touch to the already erotic scene of a kneeling nurse whose face was covered in the love juice of the doctor who had totally dominated her. In fact, the scene was so hot that I decided to go ahead and hop out of bed to render some assistance to the ladies. And by assistance, I meant sex! Quickly willing a twelve-inch erection, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. But in so doing, I kicked the chart off the bed, and it hit the floor, making a clattering sound that woke me up. I shook the cobwebs out of my head, angry that as per usual, I had woken up too soon. But as I looked to my right, I got a surprise. My raven-haired nurse from the previous night, Gwen, was pulling the doctor down to the floor. Gwen's makeup was smeared, and it didn't take long for me to figure out what has smeared it. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed (thankfully not waking up from a dream this time) to get a better view, and they noticed me. I had an idea. Following my mental command, Gwen said, "Doctor Caliente is ready for you, Master. Let her get on the bed." The doctor, lost in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, stood back up and got on my bed as soon as I was out of the way. Gwen also got on the bed, and took a position facing me that put her pussy right on the doctor's mouth. Having already shed my gown, I climbed on board and thrust my rock-hard cock into the doctor without delay. She was so wet that I slid right in, and after that first thrust her cunt gripped my member fiercely. That made each thrust feel like dirty heaven. The muffled screams of the doctor combined with Gwen's and my grunts of pleasure, and as I sped my actions, the nurse reached down and started rubbing the doctor's clit. The added stimulation made the doctor squeal (well, as well as she could with a mouth full of pussy), and since I could feel the added pressure through the doctor's sex, I redoubled my efforts. The nurse kissed me, and as our tongues danced, we all three came. When I was finally done kissing the nurse, I slid out of the doctor, who sat up so she could clean me with her mouth. The next few minutes of having the girls get dressed was kind of awkward, but I got through it. When everybody was decent again, the doctor explained that since the unusual brain activity they'd found when I was unconscious was gone, I was fine to go home. She kept talking about my prognosis and what she thought had happened, but I didn't listen. I had priorities. One of those priorities was Wendy, the head cheerleader. Her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts were going to look great in my hands! But, she was always around Julie, and that bitch's attitude was a turn-off, even though she was quite pretty (with red hair; a curvy build; and beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts). I didn't want to mess with that right now, so I went to my friend Becky's house. Becky was the female version of me--not spectacularly pretty but not at all ugly; just kind-of plain. And, she's as smart as I am... in fact, she's the stereotypical cute nerd girl that appear in every teen date movie made from 1984 to the present day. Also, she's a virgin. She's never had a man inside her, even though she did jack me off that one time when I had a bottle of wine to share with her. (She had all of the wine, of course.) When I got to her house, I knocked on the door, and as usual, Becky answered within a few seconds. Her mousy-brown hair was loosely tied into a ratty pony tail. It was presentable, but not something you'd see if she were on a date. She didn't wear any makeup most of the time, and her glasses drew attention away from her otherwise pretty eyes. Despite the fact that she was wearing loose clothing (which was normal for her), I knew that she had a fit body with curves in all the right places, and I had even one time seen her in her bra--a bra that barely contained her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts. Over the past few years, I had caught a few glimpses of her body unencumbered by such distasteful clothing. But today, I was getting the whole enchilada. "Uhm... are you just going to keep staring at me, goofball? Come in! How's your head?" Becky asked, genuinely concerned about me. When I told her that I was perfectly fine, and maybe even a little better, she hugged me tightly. "I was so worried," she whispered into my ear. Apparently, my arousal was already leaking out of my head! I'd have to work on control, but that would happen later. Right now, I had to scratch an itch deep inside my nerdy-but-cute female friend that she didn't even know she had yet. I decided to play a little game. Focusing all my mental strength on Becky, I projected, *You will do anything I say, and you will enjoy it*. Then, I said, "Hey, Becky, I have something to do... uh, *show* you. Can we go to your room? Are your parent's home?" I wasn't concerned if they were home or not--I'd just have them go fuck in the back yard if I wanted to--but Becky told me that they were gone, so we went upstairs to her room. As soon as we got there, I told her to lock the door. Then, I upped her arousal, setting it to double every few seconds until she couldn't take it anymore. Becky quickly complied, and when she turned around, there was a surprised and slightly excited look on her face. "Uh, Con, why did you want me to lock the door... I mean, what do you have to... show me?" she asked, obviously turned on. She was holding her hands together, nervously rubbing them, probably to keep them from ripping off her clothes. "Well," I said, taking a seat on her bed, "I have to show you something that I know you'll like." I kicked off my shoes before continuing. "See, something happened the day of the accident. Well, several somethings. Somewhere in the midst of getting hit by a car and struck by lightning while wearing an electronic helmet, and I *think* there was an alien abduction in somewhere in there too, I gained something that I know you'll help me enjoy." With that grand presentation, I stood up, took off my pants and underwear, and displayed my rock-hard erection for her. I knew I had her when she licked her lips, but she was still resisting. "You mean... all that... they gave you a boner?" she asked, and followed her question with some nervous laughter. She licked her lips again when I didn't respond right away, and slowly she took a couple of steps toward me. "Becky, I think you know what's going on here. We've known each other for quite some time, and you're too pretty to hide behind this thin veneer of plainness that you seem to enjoy. Strip. I want to see you naked." She took off her sweat shirt, tossing it into a nearby hamper. The bra was next, and when it was off, she massaged her breasts for a moment-- whether to arouse them or to relieve some itching, I wasn't sure. Looking at her, though, it was still hard to believe that she wore such bulky clothing. A lot of the kids at school thought she was chunky, but she had a slender waist that accentuated her hips and shoulders. When she slid her pants down, I could really tell that her shape was the *perfect* hourglass. And the wet spot in her panties told me that my power over her was complete--she'd do anything I wanted. I pointed to her panties, and she literally tore them off. "You've waited for this for a long time," I told her. She nodded in the affirmative. *She's taking all this in... I'm soooooo going to love having a sex slave for a girlfriend!* "You want me right now more than you've ever wanted anything, don't you? This has built up for years, and you're going to give yourself fully to me now, aren't you?" I told her, pushing a little harder. Becky whispered, "Please, please let me... let me... you know I want you, don't make me wait longer, please let me please you, I've never been with a man but I have seen lots of porn and I know what to do please please let me... I want you so bad...." It was all I had to hear. "Come here, Becky, and kneel before your Master. Suck me until I tell you to stop, and no using your hands." She immediately complied, almost tripping over her pants, which she'd left right in front of her when she took them off. Kneeling, she carefully kissed the tip of my throbbing cock, licked it a few times, and gently took it into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth a little awkwardly, which was to be expected given the fact that she couldn't use her hands to hold me or support herself. Her blowjob wasn't as good as the nurse's at the hospital, but it was good nonetheless and I had to tell her to stop after a few minutes for fear of blowing my wad right into her pretty mouth. "Get up, Becky. I'm going to fuck you now, so get on the bed, hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are!" I told her, and her facial expression took on a mixture of arousal, relief, and sheer giddy excitement as she obeyed. I'd never done a girl in this position before, but like Becky, I was no stranger to porn. It didn't take long to figure out which hole to use (and I made a mental note to use the tighter one next time, when I'd bring along some lube), and after a few tentative pokes, I had to tell her to flip back over so I could enter her more easily. Apparently, doggy style wasn't ideal for virgins. But, I'd have time to figure it out later-- with her on her back I could stare at her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD- cup breasts while I worked my manhood into her wet, but temporarily roadblocked, sex. There was a brief moment where I could still leave her maidenhead, but I was more than a little excited myself, so I pressed in, tearing her hymen. She bit her lower lip and reached down, gently guiding me in. After several short thrusts, I was in all the way, carefully plowing her untouched field while she played with her nipples. This continued, slow and steady, for several minutes. I then started to increase my speed, and I told Becky to touch her clit and rub it. She licked her fingers and complied, and what had been quiet whimpers of pleasure soon became loud moans of unbridled passion. Faster and faster I went, with her fingers working her clit and my mouth teasing her nipples, until at long last I felt her start to shudder and shake with her orgasm. I hadn't held it off like I'd done with the nurse (or was it the doctor?) at the hospital, because I really liked Becky and wanted her to enjoy this first orgasm (from having actual sex, anyway) completely unadulterated. As she came, I thrust into her wildly, spilling my own seed deep inside her. Then, I fell onto her body, sweaty and tired and panting. We kissed. Then, I shot up... *What was I thinking! No condom!! She might get pregnant!!* I must have been projecting because Becky said, "Con, don't worry about it... I've been on the pill on account of my irregular period... I won't get pregnant. Lay back down with me, my folks won't be home for another hour or so. Please... uh, Master?" I smiled. "You're on the pill? Good, good. And don't worry about calling me Master,' it sounds weird. Just call me Con. But from now on, you're my girlfriend and whatever I say goes, got it?" With that said, I laid myself down beside her. "Got it, Con. You don't know how long I've waited for this," she cooed as we lay there, cuddling. *Of course I know how long you've wanted this*, I thought. *I'm the one who put it into your head!* Then, looking around her room and seeing the discarded clothing that hadn't made it to the hamper, I said, "Becky, this was great. But I want people to know that my girlfriend is hot. Look at you! You have long hair that, if you worked on it for it a few minutes, could be tamed. Your eyes are very pretty, and I know that those glasses you wear are just reading glasses, and low-powered ones at that. And your body!" I said, running my hands over her. "Flared hips, broad shoulders, thin waist, and beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts. You're a hottie, Becky, and it's time you started dressing like it. Go shopping this weekend, and present yourself to me at school as befits a girl of your beauty. I want you to dress to accentuate your assets, but don't go all slutty and get in trouble. OK?" She was kissing me as soon as I'd stopped talking, but I think she moaned a "Yes, Con" into my mouth. *Good*, I thought. *I'm going to have a hot girlfriend that nobody had even noticed before... and a secret harem of hot chicks who I'll fuck behind their boyfriends' backs....* Then, I did the classic "evil laugh" in my head. After about a half an hour or so, I told Becky that I had to get a move on. I told her I had to be home so my dad could take me to my doctor's appointment--it was a lie, but it didn't matter. I'd planned on introducing Becky as my head girlfriend to my harem, but I needed to build that harem first. Filled with the confidence that only comes from fucking the brains out of a pretty girl, I got dressed and went home. I hadn't driven to Becky's house, so I had to walk home to get my car. Becky lived just a couple of blocks away, but Wendy lived across town. When I arrived at Wendy's house, I saw that her friend Julie's car was in the driveway. *Looks like I'm in for a two-fer!* I thought, and my excitement caused me to almost fall out of my car. I ran up to the door, opened it, and went inside. *No need for formalities anymore... not for Con Troller!* I mentally reminded myself. I looked around the house, and I didn't see anybody on the downstairs level--no parents, no younger siblings, no nothing. I was starting to think that nobody was home and that maybe Julie and Wendy were in Wendy's car somewhere. But, the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs alerted me to another possibility--that they were upstairs. I followed the sound, only to hear whoever it was run back upstairs. When I found the stairs, I casually walked up them. All the doors on the upper level were open except for one, and I had a good idea who was behind that door. I reached for the doorknob, twisted it, and threw the door open. *Holy fucking shit!!* I thought when I saw Julie and Wendy. Wendy was handcuffed and ankle-cuffed to her bed, spread eagle. She was wearing fishnet hose, garters, painful-looking heels, a black corset that didn't quite make it up to the bottom of her beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts, a blindfold, a ball gag, and nothing else. Julie was wearing a similar outfit, but she was obviously the Domme here. Frantically covering herself as best she could (but not fast enough for me to see her pierced nipples), she screamed, "Who are you! Where's Kelly, it's... oh fuck, oh *FUCK!!*" She then started taking the cuffs off of Wendy's ankles and unlocked her wrists. Wendy removed the gag and blindfold herself, and covered herself up with her hands as best she could. "What the fuck are you doing here??" she screamed. Julie was just yelling the word "fuck" over and over again. I decided to mentally put them at ease, but first, I had an idea. I took off all of my clothes, much to their astonishment. There was a faint sound of the front door opening and closing, but I ignored it--I could deal with whoever that was in good time. Naked and sporting a hard-on, I said and projected, "*Bow down before your harem Master, sex slaves! I am glad to see that you're into other girls, because trust me, you will be doing a lot of this kind of thing because I find it rather hot! Now, Wendy, get over here and....*" Right then, the door behind me burst open, and I felt something rather hard hit me in the back of my head. Before I could react, there were three 18-year-old hotties beating me to a pulp, and my mental probes could not get them to stop. I woke up in the hospital. Wendy, Julie, and Kelly (a cheerleader who had red hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD- cup breasts that looked almost obscene on her short, thin frame) were there, telling the police how they'd found me beaten and robbed just outside their house, where I was supposed to help them with a school project. No, they didn't get a look at my attacker, they said. Once the cops left, telling me how lucky I was, Kelly came over to my bed. "Listen, asshole, you could just as easily be up for attempt at rape, but then we'd have to explain... what you saw. If a word of our little game makes it to the rumor mill, I promise you, you'll be arrested for rape so fast that your head will spin," she said. Then, all three left. A few hours later, Nurse Gwen came into the room. Her hair was now fiery red, and longer, and curlier... but it was definitely her. Quickly, I projected to her that I needed a quick rub-down and blowjob, and she laughed. "Look, Con, I think you're kinda cute, and I let you have your fun last time. And I had a good time, I really did. But there's a cuter guy down the hall, and he has a bigger cock than you, so I'm going to go fuck him. I just wanted to tell you not to try to use your mind powers again... because you don't have them." "What?!" I yelled, louder than I'd intended. "What do you mean? I mean, sure, maybe you would have fucked me, sometimes nurses fall in love with patients... but what about that doctor? I saw a ring on her finger, you can't tell me she fucks female nurses and male patients all the time, it must have been me, every thing I thought of happened right in front of my eyes!!" "Yeah, Dr. Caliente is quite the little firecracker. I don't even know how many times I've had her between my legs, licking me till I was bored with it. I go down on her too, but I just tweak her so she cums after a few licks. Her husband doesn't know, so don't worry. Besides, I send a bevy of nurses over to their house all the time to make up for my use of his hot wife. But I learned some new tricks yesterday, and you should see her now! And him, too, actually... look, I'd like to stay and chat, but I've got to go. I'll have another nurse tend to you for the rest of your stay, but no sex. You need to heal," Gwen said. Before she could leave, I said, "What about my unusual brain activity? What was that if I don't have mind control powers?" She says, "Look, if you'd listened to her a bit more closely after our little threesome instead of thinking of ways to violate every cute girl you've ever seen, you would have heard her tell you it was due to a minor concussion. And judging by the fact that three dainty females knocked you completely out, I'd say it's now a major concussion-- you'll be here for awhile. But, you won't have me to get you laid. Good thing that Becky girl has had a crush on you for years, and it's really convenient that she's very submissive. Trust me, she'll keep you happy." "But I thought you said you thought I was cute? C'mon, send some other cute nurse in... that one with the blond hair..." "Look, I'm about to be really busy with a patient down the hall... he's cute like you, but thanks to me he has bigger muscles and a much nicer cock. Besides, you have Becky, and she's outside in the waiting room, waiting for everybody to leave so she can be with you before your parents get here. She'll be here any second, now that the cops and witnesses to your mugging' are gone." "But you... I mean, I made you do me last time...." I said, weakly, and mentally projected to her that I had the best cock she'd ever seen. She laughed at me. "You don't get it, do you? Oh well. They never do. Look, I really have to go. When I leave, you'll forget all about this mind controlling business." She turned to leave, but turned back to me again. "Wait a second... OK, tell ya what. This *was* all kind-of my fault, so I'll at least do this for you." She walked over to me and adjusted my gown so that my dick was showing. With a snap of her fingers, it went from flaccid to rock- hard, and she snapped her fingers again. A few moments later, Becky came in, teary-eyed but relieved that I was OK. "Becky, as you can see, has been worried sick over you, Con. But since I kind-of forgot to tell you that I was the one with all the powers, and that I was just letting you do your thing because--well, let's face it, you have *quite* the imagination, well, before I wipe all this from your heads, I'm going to make sure you two have the relationship of your dreams. Becky, get over here and grab your boyfriend's dick. Don't be embarrassed." She did so, giggling a little nervously. Her hand felt warm and gentle, and as I looked at her, I saw a genuine look of tenderness and love in her face. She was also wearing clothes that fit her body nicely--not obscene, but definitely showing her perfect figure. "Say when," Gwen whispered to Becky. Suddenly, my dick started to grow--it was getting longer and thicker, going from its previous six inches to about nine inches before Becky said "stop." Then, my hands went up to Becky's beautiful, firm, jiggly, DD-cup breasts. Gwen whispered to me, "Say when," and just like my dick a moment before, her breasts began to swell. I was simply too amazed to grasp what was happening, and her breasts were big to begin with, so grasping them was already a challenge. When I felt her bra snap and go slack, I said, "When!!" "Now," Gwen said, "She has a nice, big dick to play with whenever she wants, and you have a set of glorious, gravity-defying, jiggly F-cup breasts at your disposal. Don't ask how I know what bra size she'll wear, I just do. That about makes up for it. See you two lovebirds later!" And then, she sashayed out of my hospital room. Becky and I were still groping each other, and her top was straining to keep her glorious, gravity-defying, jiggly F-cup breasts hidden. "What do we do now?" Becky asked, letting go of me so she could work her bra out from underneath her top. Once it was gone, she shook her head a little, or at least I think she did. My vision had suddenly gone blurry. When I was OK again, I said, "uh, was there a nurse in here a minute ago?" Becky said, "No, I don't think so. I just got here, the police took statements from Wendy, Julie, and Kelly, and your folks are on their way here." She grabbed my dick and said, "But, I have the distinct impression that they won't come in here till I leave this room... so what should we do till then?" "I'm in bed, there's not much we *can* do," I teased. "I can think of *one* thing," Becky said, and lowered her mouth to my dick. I must have been really turned on, because I'd never seen it that big before. I was going to ask about Becky's clothing choice (which I loved) and her really tight top, but I decided that could wait. After all, judging by her amazing oral activities, I figured that my steady girlfriend needed something that only I could give her. Screwing a hot girl in a hospital bad... I couldn't wait to tell my other nerd buddies! This was going to be the story of the year! * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2007, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: Fluidic Jade Author: bobwhite Summary: Emily's life is forever changed when her friend Liza takes an offer she can't refuse. Keywords: FF, MF, mc Fluidic Jade By bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * Author's note: This story would not have been written without the inspiration of a few authors who I've come to know on the Mind Control Forum. It has been a catalyst for my imagination. * * * * * * * * * * Liza held the necklace up in front of her face so she could examine the glowing, green pendant more closely with her powder-blue eyes. Its glow seemed to come from some viscous fluid within the sealed glass (if it was glass--it felt more like quartz) vial that hung from the leather thong. "Why should I believe it works like you promise?" she asked the man who was offering her the necklace--with a promise of power she wouldn't have believe existed a few hours ago, before meeting him. "You don't seriously doubt me--we both know that. What's really on your mind, Liza?" the strange man asked. And, strange he was. Dressed in dark, earthy colors, and wearing a felt cowboy hat, he seemed both out-of-place and right at home in the caf where he and Liza were talking. She paused, but responded after some thought. "It's the topic of coin," she told him. He was right--she didn't doubt him at all. They'd met only about half an hour before, and it was only minutes before she confessed to him her darkest secret--that she was in love with a woman at work. A straight woman. That was a secret she hadn't even told any of her friends outside of work--the friends who knew that she was a lesbian. She stared at him, waiting for answers, gazing past his sunglasses to his eyes. She still didn't understand why, when the lenses of his glasses weren't that dark (and were almost transparent if the light struck them a certain way), his eyes looked colorless--'black as coal, black as the abyss...' part of her mind warned her. 'That little voice is getting annoying,' she thought to herself, irritated with her conscious. Thankfully, as her meeting with Horatio had progressed, it seemed to just fade away, a little at a time. "Isn't this like selling my..." He held up a hand and she fell silent immediately. "Don't even say it. I'm not this 'Devil' guy you people seem to have such a hard-on for. I don't buy souls. You can't buy souls. The very idea of it is... (sigh)." He stopped himself short, not wanting to get angry. After calming himself, he continued. "This offer is not one to be taken lightly. This is not crappy 80's movie where some dork sells his soul to become a hunk, fall in love with a beautiful girl, only to get his soul back and end up with the plane-Jane girl he knew at the beginning of the movie, but without the four sweaters and thick glasses that covered her beauty for the first 80 minutes." He calmed down a little before going on. "The cost is what it is. The purchase is guaranteed. I want an answer." "So I won't turn into some monster, or explode, or..." Laughing at her asinine concerns, he assured her, "Alright, look. No tricks. No grotesque transformations. None of that. All you have to do is feed me a single meal, and you'll have what you want, you'll have who you want, and your beauty will last until you finally reach the end of your life." Her mind, already in his capable hands (a fact of which she was blissfully unaware), was not capable of doubting anything at all he said--she trusted him. But, one thing did not make sense-- skeptically, she asked, "and what do you get out of all of this?" "Hey, I'm just a nice person. The only thing I expect is a meal." 'That makes sense. Men have to eat,' she thought as she put the necklace on and slid it under her blouse. "I hope you like steak," she said. He grinned. "Yeah, something like that." With the necklace under her blouse, the light wasn't noticeable--or was it an illusion, just one more trick from the Mystery Man? But she felt its warmth as it rested on her chest. It didn't burn--it was just slightly warm. She felt its energy next. It was almost as if the flesh under the necklace turned into wax and gently melted a little, allowing the pendant to sink into her body and spread its heat throughout her full breasts, eventually diluting into her whole body... Feeling the charm through the thin material of her top, and verifying that it was, in fact, not melting into her, she smiled-- apparently giddy at the sensations she wasn't sure she had actually experienced. Looking up and locking eyes with a man she'd just met and only knew as Horatio, she smiled, aware of a little bit of the man's power. Under normal circumstances, she might have been startled to find that his eyes were black. On each eye, there was white around a dark, black iris. She could barely make out the pupil. But, his eyes were somehow reassuring to her--looking into them seemed to help her understand that everything she wanted right now was within her grasp. As he filled her mind with instructions on the proper use of his liquid jade amulet, he smiled inwardly. Her blue eyes had taken on a very slight tinge of green. It had begun. * * * * * * * * * * Emily wearily made the walk from her car, into the building, and finally to the front door of the office where she worked. 'Mondays... I have to keep reminding myself that I chose the Monday through Friday lifestyle, and you can't have that without... Mondays...' Once in her cubicle, she started to drive away the morning fog of fatigue with her first cup of joe. After a few sips, she was logged in, ready to start on her project. And that's when she noticed Liza walking into her micro-office. "Hi Emily! Uh, how are you today?" Liza chirped, seeming to Emily both cheerful and a bit nervous at the same time. "Office Space," she replied, staring back into her cup. Around the office, just saying the name of the movie was enough to convey a specific mindset--one that pretty much let people know (in the nicest way possible but under no uncertain terms) that it was not yet time to talk about... anything. Liza just stood there as Emily stared into her coffee, looking at the pool of black liquid, her eyes relaxed and losing focus as she gazed into the darkness of the brew. It was bleak, much like her life, she realized--a bleak wasteland like the surface of the drink, a darkness broken only by the occasional puff of steam as it rolled off the surface of the energy-giving elixir of all office woes. Shaking away the depressing daydream, she looked back up, expecting for the perky blonde who sat in the cubicle across the aisle to be gone. She wasn't, though; so Emily forced a weak, polite smile, meant to encourage Liza to leave for now and come back later. But her eyes fell to the curves underneath her coworker's blouse, and lingered for a few moments. 'I bet they feel nice,' a tiny part of her mind suggested. Dismissing the thought as the random musings of a fatigued mind, she broadened her smile, hoping that would make Liza leave for now. Something about Liza was making her uncomfortable at the moment. "Emily? Honey, you OK?" Liza asked, apparently concerned at her friend's suddenly spacey facial expression. Deep inside, though, she felt her panties dampen slightly--her friend was checking her out, and probably didn't even know it. If she had any doubts before, they were gone now. "Point of no return," she said, under her breath. "Huh?" "What? Oh, I just wanted you to come to my house for dinner tonight. My boyfriend thought it'd be neat to have someone from work over for dinner. I moved here not too long ago, and you're the closest thing to a friend I've got in this town, so..." Holding her hand up to stop Liza's speech, she chimed, "Nonsense. You have friends here. Nelson and I would love to come. What time?" Liza smiled. It was exactly the answer she wanted to hear. "We'll be eating at 6:30 or so, so come a little early. Bring some cabernet; we're having filet mignon. You don't have a problem with red meat, do you, hon?" Even though she fancied herself as something of a vegetarian (certainly not vegan; just not hip on beef, pork, or poultry), the meal sounded like a nice treat to Emily. Besides, she wanted to make her friend happy--she'd obviously gone to some trouble. "No, no problem at all. We'll be there around 6:00." She'd explain it to Nelson later... although it wouldn't be necessary; getting a man to eat a steak was about as challenging as getting him horny by making out with Liza while he watched. 'Where did that thought come from?' her mind asked. "Great. I'm so happy you can come! See ya tonight." With that, she spun around and left, swaying her hips noticeably as she sauntered off. Her swaying ass drew the Emily's attention, and she watched the shapely rump move until Liza was out of sight. From the back of her mind, she heard, 'I bet that ass is so firm you could bounce a quarter off of it...' 'Stop it, girl! Damn, you need some,' she rationalized as the "strange" thoughts about Liza continued to invade her psyche. Before her first actual coffee break at 10:00 AM, she was already running scenarios through her mind in which she "accidentally" felt Liza's ass and/or tits. For some reason, she simply could not let her unusual obsession with her coworkers fun parts go. Then, from one side of her mind, a voice rang out. 'What are you thinking, Emily? You can't touch her ass! What if she thinks you're gay? How would you explain what happened during your exit interview? Let it go!' As soon as that thought broke into her head, a small amount of fog seemed to clear--and she realized she had wasted two hours thinking about a woman's--a WOMAN'S--beautiful ass. So, after her coffee break (and fourth cup of java), she dove into her work to avoid thinking about her lovely date with Liza that night. 'It's not a date! You're going to dinner with a friend, and you're bringing your boyfriend!' screamed a somewhat diminished voice from the back of her conscious. Another part of her seemed to argue that point. 'But she is so hot... can't blame a girl for appreciating beauty...' Shaking her head when she realized she was fighting with herself, she whispered, "You're not gay, Emily. Push it out of your mind. You're just... horny, and she's the nicest thing to look at here." Her barely audible affirmation made perfect sense, she decided; it had been a week or so since she and Nelson had fucked. She knew he'd be there when she got home, and decided that she would not take no for an answer. She would present him with an offer he could not refuse--her naked self, hot, wet, and ready to go. 'Girl, now you're just being dirty. Save it for her... uh, home. For home. Save it for home.' Unfortunately, that little series of daydreams took her well into her lunch hour. Giving up any hope of productivity for the day, she played out the rest of the hours by staying in her cubicle, organizing her "important" emails, and trying to figure out exactly what it was that was making her so attracted. to the prettiest woman in her office. 'It's not like this makes me bi or anything. I love Nelson, and I'm going to make him fuck me until it's time to leave for dinner at Liza's house. I just want to see how her tits feel in my hands. Does she respond to touch like I do there? I wonder how her nipples taste...' She realized that she'd strayed off track again. 'Shit, woman, it sounds like you've got a crush on her!' She smiled at the implication --it's been awhile since she'd had a crush--and it was several minutes before her mind reminded her, again, that she was straight. Forcing herself to think of something besides Liza's tits, she realized that she could, if she were on her knees in front of Liza, gently lift the skirt up... and, after licking the panties that covered her pubic mound for just a moment or two, she could raise her head up and grip the tip of the underwear with her upper front teeth, and... 'Oh my God, what am I thinking? Damn, girl, you've got to get some! You're fantasizing about fucking your... uh, your fucking girlfriend at work!' her mind screamed. But images of her on herself knees in front of Liza, especially if they were both naked, were too hot to completely drive out of her mind. In fact, there was only one way to she knew to exercise the Sapphic images from her daydreams. But, that would have to wait till she got home. Looking at the time on her computer, she realized it was, in fact, time to go. 'Lucky break, that,' her relieved conscious told her. It was getting harder and harder to fight away images of her coworker. Needing at least a quick, tactile fix before going home, and looking around to make sure nobody was watching, she quickly reached up and squeezed her perky breasts, pinching each already-rock-hard nipple through her shirt and bra with as much force as she could take. Her body trembled a bit--it was not an orgasm, but it was definitely on the right track to one--and she knew she was wetter than she'd been in awhile. "Nelson is going to eat out before dinner tonight," she giggled to her self, giddy with the thrill of feeling herself up at work. As she logged out for the day, picked up her keys, and headed for the door--relieved that the lesbian fantasies, which seemed both foreign and delightful to her mind, had subsided. The relief was short-lived. She saw Liza from behind, standing near the door, and all of the desire she had fought so hard to suppress flooded back as Emily caught a great view of her backside. Because the sunset shone through the glass door this time of year, the hourglass silhouette Liza possessed was accentuated. Liza dropped her car keys, and she bent at the waste to pick them up. Emily could not take her eyes off that perfect ass... it just seemed so... inviting? Shaking her head, Emily chastised herself. 'Get a grip, you're only 20 minutes from home. You're just a little horny. Nelson can take care of that--remember, you don't like girls.' Gathering her composure, she walked up to Liza just as she stood up and turned around. They collided softly... and Emily brushed her breasts against Liza's, accidentally. At least, that was the story she'd stick to if questioned. Emily stifled a moan as an electric current of sexual energy shot through her nipples and straight into her groin. Smiling politely, she told her friend she'd see her later that evening, and hurried out the door, towards her car. Mulling over her "accidental" contact with Liza, Emily verbally reassured herself that all would be fine in a few minutes. "Yeah, 'accidentally rubbed my tits on you'--you're lucky she didn't ask you about it. Damn, girl, get home now or you're not going to make it without pulling over!' she thought as she hurried down the road that led to her house. All Liza could think was, 'I felt her nipples. They're harder than steel... she's mine.' * * * * * * * * * * When Emily got home, she was relieved to see her boyfriend's car in the driveway. "So he did remember to come by to clean out the pool," she said out loud. 'He has no idea how good his decision to be her right now was. But he will... I have to find him.' She dropped her jacket, purse, keys, and everything else she carried by the front door. "Nelson? Get cleaned up--we have a date tonight with Liza from work." She hoped he would object, or something--she needed to follow his voice. She would take him, wherever he was. "A date with a cutie from work? Gee, Emily, I thought you said you didn't..." He was on the back patio, hollering through the sliding door that led to the pool. 'I guess it's going to be an outdoor afternooner,' she realized. She stripped as she walked through the house, noting how wet her panties had become as she stepped out of them... and onto the patio. His back was to her--he was cleaning the pool, after all --and she knew the surprise he was about to get would be nice. "Oh honey, can you help me with something real quick?" she pined in a mildly whiney voice. "Baby, I'm busy with the..." he began. But, when he turned around, he stopped. There, in front of him, naked on the patio, was his beautiful wife-- using one hand to rub her clit, and the other to beckon him to her. He was taken by surprise, alright--as his dick began to swell, he examined his wife closely. Her breasts weren't too big, but did have enough roundness to them to make them giggle as the hand she'd been using on her pussy became more animated. She brought both hands up to her tits and squeezed them playfully, shaking them a bit--she was holding them so that the nipples were just barely visible, being squeezed in the "V" between the outstretched index and middle fingers of both hands. She then seductively brought her hands down her sides, and onto her thighs--which meant she had to bend over. As she did, she turned so that her ass was in his direction. She looked like a professional stripper. Every move she made dripped with raw sensuality, and Nelson was helpless to resist. Not that he would try. He looked, and could see her need glistening in the sun. As he approached, she stood up, and took a few steps toward him. When she was within arm's reach, he grabbed her and pulled her in for a hard, passionate kiss. They went over to the nearest piece of furniture in front of the pool, and over the course of an hour, he took her twice. It'd been some time since he was able to do that, but there was a strange aura about her today--she just oozed sex, and he fed off of it. Once they're recovered somewhat, they both got cleaned up for the dinner they were going to. He took his in the smaller bathroom downstairs, and basked in the smell of his wife as the steam amplified the aroma that radiated from his still-erect cock. After a few minutes, though, he figured he'd better hurry up. So, grabbing the soap and a washrag, he began to clean himself. Emily, in the bathroom upstairs, was trying desperately to get off. The sex had been good--great, even--but, for the first time ever, she had to fake orgasms with Nelson. In fact, she hadn't cum at all, which was really bizarre. 'Hopefully, the wine I bought for tonight will lube me up for another go,' she wistfully thought. Suddenly, her pace seemed to quicken, and erotic images began to flash before her eyes--pictures of all kinds of men and women in various positions whizzed by. When she finally came, she had to bite her lower lip from yelping out loud --the release was so tremendous, though, that she actually screamed with her mouth closed. The last image she saw was a well-endowed blonde wearing a black, leather... something, that... 'no, don't go away...' her conscious pined as the image faded. But it was too late. Wearily and shaking, she got out of the tub and dried off. There was just enough time to get ready for dinner. Once they arrived, the men went to the deck, where Liza's boyfriend-- apparently named Horatio--had already fired up the charcoal. She handed the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to Liza, who was wearing a green dress that accentuated every sexy curve of her body--and to Emily, almost every curve on that body was sexy. "Ah, let 'em play with the fire in the back yard. Boys will be boys," Liza musically opined before taking the bottle to the kitchen to chill. As she turned, Emily could have sworn she saw a tiny bit of bra strap peaking out through the neckline of the dress. It was emerald, like the dress. 'Matching underwear... I wonder if the panties are the same color... it's certainly her color. I wouldn't mind taking a peak under that dress,' she mused, licking her lips. Blushing with that last thought, she regained her composure and followed Liza into the kitchen. 'Get it under control, girl. You'll get another chance to... uh, release your tension... tonight. Stop thinking about sliding your fingers into her slick cunt.' Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when that last thought hit her. 'Stop it! What's wrong with you, Emily?' she wondered. The dinner was about as fun as Nelson and Emily had figured it might be--hanging around people from work after work was nice, but about an hour or so after dinner, the conversation had slowly died. At about 8:30 or so, Horatio looked at Nelson and announced, "Hey, it's Blues against Flyers tonight. Wanna go to the den and let the ladies... do whatever it is they do when they go pee together in restaurants?" Nelson thought it was a good idea--he liked hockey, and this guy was pretty funny throughout dinner. After grabbing a flask of whiskey, they headed for the den behind the main living room. Nelson never thought it was odd that they shut the door; he was just happy to be watching the game. A few minutes later, Liza brought in an ice pail containing several Coronas and a small dish of sliced lime. She shut the door on the way out, too. After a few tense minutes of small talk--well, tense for Liza, anyway--she swallowed her courage and started implementing the intricate plan she'd developed between tasks at work. As Emily complained about how slow some IT guy was at work, she concentrated on the green vial hanging at her chest. She felt the familiar warmth and melting sensations grip her again, and her vision of the room took on a slightly dark-greenish hue. * * * * * * * * * * "I'm glad the boys are gone, Emmy. Do you mind if I call you Emmy?" asked Liza as she pulled on the leather thong around her neck to reveal the trinket she'd borrowed. Hearing "Emmy," though, brought her back to reality. She hated it. Her sister called her that, and it bothered her... but it was getting harder to remember what she liked and didn't like. Emily was struggling internally. She had run out of things to talk about--all she could notice was how beautiful Liza looked in her dress; and, how beautiful she had to be underneath it. Between the small chunks of microconversaion they'd been having since dinner, all she could think about was licking--licking!!--every available inch of Liza's body. She was frequently reminded by a tiny yet urgent voice--like someone screaming at her from the other side of a wall--that something was wrong, that she loved Nelson, that she loved men, and that she didn't like girls. Each time she remembered this, though, a new barrage of torrid thoughts about the voluptuous woman would wash the warning voice away... at least, temporarily. Coming back to reality after too many seconds to reckon, she said, "sure, Emmy is fine, Liza. Can I call you Liz?" The question came out a bit more timidly than she had intended. Before she could question her tone, though, she saw the glowing rock--at least it looked like it was glowing--that Liza was holding. It almost looked like she was petting it! "Actually, we'll get to what you can call me later," she told Emily with a voice that had just a hint of icy coldness to it. Standing up, Liza continued. "Emmy, would you come here?" For reasons beyond her comprehension, the request seemed almost too nicely stated--it seemed inappropriate to be "asked" to do this. There was no hesitation before obedience ('Did I just think that word? Obedience? Where did that come from?'). She stood up and walked up to Liza, feeling good to have something to do for her... friend? She shook slightly as she dreamed--briefly--of how nice it would be to be more than just friends. It never occurred to her that her body was now not completely under her own control. Liza decided to torture Emily a little by suddenly getting serious. "How long do you think you can deny your true desires? Your true love? I've seen the way you've been sneaking glances at these," she said, her hands caressing her large breasts through her dress. The necklace was now hanging between them on top of the cloth, on the outside of the gown. "I... just think you're pretty. That's not the same thing as staring at your titties, thinking of licking my way from nipple to nipple, then going down to your navel and onward towards your... (gasp!)" Liza laughed softly. "You were saying?" "No! I... don't like girls. I think this is all a mi... mistake. I should leave. Where's my..." "Boyfriend?" Liza interrupted. "Where did you leave that man, hmmm?" Nervously, Emily looked around the room, hoping to find her boyfriend. "Where is that... what's his name? Neil? Nelson! Where the fuck did he oh, she is soooo soft and pretty and... no, no, no, NO, keep it together, keep it together, and get out. Get Nelson and get out. You do not like her... you don't fuck women... you don't appreciate the smell of pussy as your nose approaches the shining trophy between every woman's legs, with your tongue sticking out as far as it can reach the tip of her clit and start...' 'Oh fuck, what's wrong with me? I like men, right? RIGHT?' Liza, unsure of how the necklace was working and realizing that it didn't matter, continued. "I know you rubbed against me on purpose today. You know, when you were on your way to the door. How deliciously naughty of you," she gently chided the trembling Emily, who backed away slightly. Liza, amused at the defensive move, reached back to unzip her dress. Emily could not take her eyes away. She was equally and powerfully horrified and aroused by the thought of her friend getting naked in front of her. "How much time can pass before you finally admit that you're attracted to me? That you're more attracted to me than you've ever been to any man, especially that Nelson guy? Didn't he actually left a pretty little thing like you in here with me to go watch hockey in the den?" By the time she finished that sentence, she was almost naked, wearing only a green bra and matching thong--both of which were the same deep, dark green as the dress heaped near Liza's feet. Her eyes almost shone with an intoxicating shade of blue-green. 'I thought she had light blue eyes... oh, but they're... too beautiful... don't look, don't look! Something's wrong, you don't get turned on by ... oooooh, her hands are on her tits... what do they feel like... no, no, get out!' Emily's thoughts screamed--but the inner voice, while frantic, was getting further away and harder to hear. As the internal debate raged, her body began to betray her completely. Visibly, she started to tremble, and she lowered her head penitently--and wondered why she felt that way. She questioned her actions for only one brief moment, though. She just knew it was the right way to stand in front of Liza--no matter what other issues she had to sort out about why she was acting like this, she simply understood what body language she should use in front of Liza. The only problem with this was the fact that she couldn't look at Liza. 'I want to look at her... pretty eyes... tits...oh no, no, come back! We're not this way!' some quiet, half-hearted voice objected, before being pushed away by her body's latest desire: the desire to cum. She had become uncontrollably horny gradually as her internal debate raged on. The struggle for her will, it seemed, had made her less aware--temporarily--of her need, but there was no denying it now. Straight or not, she had to cum. Cum, or somehow escape. Given her body's recent (mostly) involuntary actions, though, she doubted that was much possible. "You want to look at me, don't you? Well, first, prove that you're at least worthy. Since I am almost completely naked, why are you still wearing... those?" she asked, pointing in mock disgust at Emily's clothes. She knew that she had worded it correctly--her captive began to undress. Suddenly aware that her body was making the decisions for her, her brain's alarms buzzed with renewed vigor. 'This isn't happening! You are not stripping in front of a woman! STOP!' Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, though, and continued to remove any clothing they could get--well, themselves--on. "You do what your told. Do you know what that makes you? Speak up, girl." Liza innocently asked. "Liza, help me... I can't stop... I don't want this go God I don't want to I don't... help me, something's wrong, but it feels so good when you tell me... when I obey... oh what's wrong... where's... oh, what's his name... please get him I have to cum... I mean, go..." Laughing at the fact Emily still didn't quite understand what was going to happen, she answered her own question. "The word you're searching for is slave. You don't mind if I call you that, do you? Slave?" she teased, heartened somehow by the control which she suddenly felt grow within her. Liza felt it rear up through her heart, which was underneath the spot on her chest where the necklace had hung. It felt natural. It felt right. Glancing down at the charm, Liza noticed it wasn't shining as much. Taking a brief, quick look, it seemed as if it actually had some black ink mixing slowly with the viscous, glowing, emerald substance. But, she didn't care about that. Slave still had not answered. Since this was the first time Emily had heard the name--her new name-- Liza allowed her a little time to digest it. 'Besides, if I'm doing this right, that word should have sent shivers down her spine and right into her cunt,' Liza figured. Emily, barely able to stand, was trembling with desire--a desire she thought she could feel slowly dripping down one of her thighs-- was losing the battle against the overwhelming desires of her body. Her intellect seemed to be remembering that she wasn't like this, that this wasn't her. But, her most primal urge could not go unanswered, and almost against her own volition, she shakily answered, "Slave... Yes, Liz..." "Yes what?" Liza yelled, amazed at the fact she'd almost used her name. She was getting drunk with the power she held over her future pet, and she decided that things were about to get serious. "Don't answer. Kneel--a slave should kneel, and since you've accepted the name, you should get used to all that it entails. And don't look at me until you know how to address me." Quickly dropping to her knees and staring at the ground like a frightened little girl in church, she stared at the carpet, as if it in its patterns of looped fibers it held some secret code that could be deciphered... some secret name she should know but didn't... something to please her friend... 'no, not my friend. Not my friend. I work with her. I don't want her... I love... I love... his name... oh fuck I can't remember his name!' Frantically, Emily tried to regain some semblance of control. 'I need to get away... she's my friend... you don't fuck friends... you don't like girls... no, she's still my friend... maybe not... slaves aren't friends to their... their...oh! Yes!' Her mind was lit ablaze with pleasure when the word came to her "Mistress!" she blurted out, before she could make her tone more pleasing. It was followed by a throaty moan. She had just experienced a very small orgasm without being touched, and it was enough to push that dissenting voice in her head back even further. Her one part of her mind that was still in control of itself continued its protest through the deepening fog that seemed to be quarantining it from the rest of her very being. 'This isn't right! Something isn't right! Get out! Get...' was all she could really register. The desire to enjoy again the sudden thrills she'd just experienced-- just from obeying and saying one glorious word--was quickly displacing whatever doubts she'd had about who she wanted to be with that night... who she needed to be with that night.... and every night thereafter. Liza had moved to another part of the room and had taken a seat on a sofa with her legs spread, exposing her pussy. She called out to Emily, using only her new name. It was the only name she'd ever need for the rest of her life. "Slave." The voice came from somewhere else in the room, and slave was suddenly afraid that she would not be able to see her Mistress when she opened her eyes. Mistress had moved and she didn't know to where. Even as the word gave her goose bumps, she still weakly tried to think of a way to escape. A tiny speck of her mind was all too aware of what was happening, and it did not like losing control--not like this. "Turn around, close your eyes, and look up," Mistress Liza ordered. Slave complied, as timidly as a person could possibly be. Closing her eyes tightly, she looked up to where she figured the face of her Mistress would be, and slowly started to crack her eyelids. 'No, no, don't look! Her eyes... it's her oh oh ooooh oh my...' she thought as her eyes began to open. At the first squinty, slightly blurry sight of Liza's jade-colored eyes, slave's eyelids opened widely, of their own volition. As she stared into those perfect eyes, the color bored into her, smoothing over the last remnants of her free will and independence--and painting over all evidence of such things ever having existed at all with a thick coat of luminescent green. 'Don't let it... smooth... so sexy... so perfect... no wait escape... oh my Goddess, She is so perfect, so perfect...' Slowly, as the last pieces of her old personality were either soaked in green or obliterated altogether, she lowered her eyes, examining every inch of her Mistress from top to bottom. She noticed the perfect breasts, beautiful and worthy of worship in their own right. Hard, pink nipples stood at attention on the apex of the curve of each one, and between them hung a dark crystal of some kind... it was black or very dark green; with all the swirling going on inside it, she couldn't really tell. A barely-discernable voice told her 'Don't look... look away... don't look down... look away... look ohhhhhh' Continuing down past the navel, she saw a light patch of blonde pubic hair--it was a well-trimmed, slender triangle that almost pointed to her... to her... 'Oh my Goddess...' was the only thought when she saw Liza's flawless, wet pussy. Any mental objections she'd had simply vanished at the wonderful sight, never to return again. Ever. "You know I desire your service, don't you? You can see my need, and my need is your need. You can smell my desire, and satisfying my desire is your only purpose." Lightly rubbing her wet pussy with her hand, she asked, "Do you know what this is?" Slave just looked dumbly at it for the first several seconds, in simple adoration. She loved it. She wanted it, if she were allowed to have it. She'd do anything to get it. Anything. But, there was another question that needed and answer, and thinking wasn't so easy at that moment. If only Mistress would do it for her... "Close your eyes again, and don't open them until you can answer me." Frantically, she searched her mind for any word that matched what she felt--what she knew--what she wanted--what she NEEDED. She needed to find the magic word. Finding the magic word would mean she could serve at the temple between her Mistress's legs. Serving would induce pleasure in her Mistress. Giving Mistress pleasure meant slave could feel pleasure. Suddenly, it hit her, and she never would know from whence it came. "It's the center... of..." Raising an eyebrow, Liza encouraged her to continue. "The center of what, slave?" "The center of my being. My pleasure depends on its contentment. My thoughts always fall on it. It is all I have ever wanted. All that I am, all that I have been, and all that I long to be revolves around it. It is the Center. It is my Center." Thrilled that she'd learned so quickly, Liza--almost glowing in a barely-visible viridian aura--allowed her slave to open her eyes. Words were not necessary; she simply imagined Emily's eyes opening and they did. She was most pleased to see they were now a deep shade of jade--just like hers were. When slave opened her eyes at the unspoken command, the only fight taking place in her mind was the battle to keep from leaping into her Mistress's arms. That could displease her. She would wait, no matter how deliciously agonizing it was, until summoned. "Crawl to me. Serve me." As reverently as she could, the slave crawled towards her Mistress. Ignoring the only disruption to the utter silence (caused by two strange men walking out of the room) that had fallen after She had last spoken, she continued her journey. Each inch closer stoked fires of pure animal lust that she knew she'd need help controlling. Thankfully, her Mistress was firmly control. Each movement forward increased the heat she could feel on her face-- heat emanating from the Center. As it simmered within slave's body, it slowly burned away the last remnants of the person she was before. In her mouth, she could almost taste what was coming next. And as she got her first taste of Liza's ambrosia, she began to lick it-- gently at first, then increasing her speed until her Mistress's hips raised up off the couch she was sitting on. Liza screamed almost immediately in orgasm. Her cum made slave's face damp, and everywhere it touched, burned with desire so hot it made her stop so she could process the new sensations. "Don't stop until I tell you. My, you have much to l.. l... ooooh..." was all She could manage before her slave's skillful manipulations made her stop talking. Within a few minutes, she came again. She would climax at least half a dozen more times before she'd had enough. When she was almost completely spent, she put her hand on slave's head and breathily said, "you've... mmmm, done well, slave. You have pleased me. Does that make you happy?" Shivering with delight she'd never quite felt before, she replied, "yes, Mistress... but..." "'But?' Slave, do you want something?" Her body was burning with a need she'd never experienced before, and she needed release... gathering her courage, she asked, "Mistress, would you let your slave cum... she is so close..." "But you haven't touched yourself." "I know, but I am soooo close. Please let me... oh..." her hands, somehow unable to touch her own body, sat motionless on the floor-- she could not touch herself! It was cruel, it was torture! To make a body feel this good and not let the person in it cum... "Enough, slave. Look at me." The former coworker obeyed, getting an additional thrill out of carrying out even the smallest order. Holding her pet's chin in her hand, she gave the order she'd dreamed of giving all day. "Cum for me." Feeling the heat that was radiating from her clit spread throughout her body, the orgasm shot through her like a bold of lightning. The feeling spread to every inch of her skin--every nerve in her body sang the climax in unison. The sensations were more than more than orgasmic. As her body fell backwards--to her, it was like slow motion--she felt, for the first time she could remember, that she finally had one, true purpose. Lying here, awaiting another chance to serve her Mistress, felt like coming home after a life-long absence. She had indeed come home. And, she would never leave home again. * * * * * * * * * * It was about an hour later when Liza went to the kitchen, still naked. She was carrying the necklace, which was now completely black. He held out his hand expectantly. She gave it to him. "Here you go. It turned black... is that important? The effects are permanent, right?" "We already went over this. It's permanent." She looked at how tightly he held it, and wondered why. Looking at his eyes when she noticed he was not wearing his shades, she saw that they were not black--but bright green. 'I could have sworn they were black. They were black, weren't they' she asked herself as he gripped the bauble tightly. As he squeezed the crystal, the green fluid seemed to regenerate, displacing the darkness... a darkness she could almost--almost-- visualize traveling into his hand, up his veins, and into head. She wasn't sure if that's what had just happened or if she was imagining it, but there was no mistaking the fact that darkness was displacing any color she thought she had seen in his eyes. It looked like dark oil mixing with green paint. When he looked directly at her, she saw the same black orbs she had seen earlier that day. He put on his shades and stood up. "Goodbye, Liza. I hope you enjoyed your moment of divinity. When you're with her," he said, pointing to where Emily slept on the floor in the living room, "You'll be able to feel that way any time you want. After all, you paid for it." "Wait--what was the price?" she asked again. "Don't worry--nothing grotesque will happen, but I think it's only fair to tell you that your pet has paid the same price. You two are bound for life." She sat down at a table in the kitchen, trying to figure out why he was dodgy about the price question... and why he smirked when he said they'd be together forever. She didn't worry about it for too long, though. She did get what she wanted, after all. After several minutes, she realized she was sitting alone in the kitchen--Horatio had left. At about the same time she realized he had gone, the sound of a woman moaning came from the living room. Her slave was waking up. Feeling frisky again, she walked into the room. Liza was ready to embrace her new life, and knowing that the woman who was formerly called Emily had already done so made it all that much sweeter. * * * * * * * * * * Pocketing his crystal, Horatio walked down the street, enjoying the night air on his face. Having just absorbed half the life force of two beautiful women, he was in no mood for further hunting. He'd just had a full meal, and neither woman would ever know how lucky they had been to survive the encounter. If he were a normal man, he might have felt sorry for his deceitfulness; but then again, he did not promise Liza long life. He simply told her that, if she chose to accept his offer, she would not only get to keep her very own personal slave--for her to use in any way she saw fit--but that she would also die a beautiful woman; never touched by the ravages of time. Of course, that did mean shortening her life--and her slave's--by a few decades. And, he was never quite clear on exactly what kind of meal he required as payment. But, at least he had kept his word. He went to the first bar he found, and there was Nelson, drowning his sorrow with a few shots of whiskey. Horatio had made him watch much of the spectacle, and didn't let him intervene--he just allowed the poor man to watch enough of the activities to understand that Emily had made a decision about her future--a future that didn't include Nelson. Feigning pity for the newly single man, Horatio took a seat next to him and had a couple of drinks. For about half an hour, he shared the kinds of meaningless platitudes that the typical man was bound to hear sooner or later when it's known that his woman just left him for someone else. He left the bar, though, when he saw Sarah come in. (At least, that's what he thought she was calling herself this week.) "What's a handsome... uh, thing like you doing in a place like this, eh, Horatio? Ha! Horatio... where do you come up with these names?" a woman, who was dressed in dark colors and wore black sunglasses (even inside the dank bar) asked. "What can I say, I'm a fan of the classics." "Hand it over; you've had your meal," she told him with her hand open. When he handed her the necklace, the green dissipated and almost immediately began to glow a deep, cherry red. "Green, eh? Feeling a little generous today, were we?" "Hey, I like it when people cook for me. But, I see you're taking the direct approach. Anyone in particular in mind?" She kissed him, tracing his lips with her tongue. "Mmmmm... you had seconds, you naughty boy. Well, I kinda figured I'd play with your friend over there," she whispered. "Hey, now, he did have a hard night. Go easy on him, OK?" he joked. "Don't worry. He's a man. This'll only take an hour or so." * * * * * * * * * * Nelson's feelings of anger and betrayal gradually evaporated as he talked to Sarah, even though he was curious as to why she wore sunglasses inside the poorly-lit bar. Of course, having 4 shots of Jack Daniels in his system was more than a small boost to his confidence. Feeling completely at ease around the prettiest girl in the bar, he decided to see if he could score a sympathy fuck. 'Sympathy fuck? Dammit, man, you've never seriously thought that before...' "So," Sarah began, tiring of sending out subtle hints and not-so- subtle corruptive energy to broken-hearted man, "I'll make this easy for you. I like to play, and you look like you could use a good game to take your mind off of Emily. What if I told you that this was your lucky night? You're alone, I'm alone, and, well..." He didn't need to be told more. Sure, he still felt some love for Emily, but his dick was in charge now. 'I don't remember actually saying her name... how did she know?' he wondered. 'Fuck it. She's throwing herself at you--go to the pisser, get some rubbers, and take her home!' "Let's go to my place," he slyly suggested. When she readily agreed, and felt the bulge in his pants, he added, "I hope when my buzz wears off, I don't forget this." Sarah coolly responded, "The thought of forgetting me will not even be able to form in your brain after I'm done with you, babe. Trust me." As he drove her to his house, she caught a glimpse of his eyes, which had taken on a slight shade of red--it was subtle, but definitely there. Her stomach aching for a meal, she was happily going to make the last night of his life the most enjoyable he'd ever experience. Unzipping his pants and freeing his growing cock, she laughed silently. 'It's always easier with men.' * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2004, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: Sexual Harassment Author: bobwhite Summary: Tim is betrayed by his coworkers and loses control of the power's he's supressed since high school. Keywords: MC MD MF HM Sexual Harassment by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * *Author's Notes: This is a little nasty, especially for me. Mega- thanks go to William Pratt and Born Blitzed. Without Born Blitzed, the first chapter would be more awkward; and without William Pratt, the ending would not have worked very well at all. Thanks, guys!* * * * * * * * * * * The building wasn't the tallest in the business park by a long shot. But at seven floors, the elevator trip up to the top could take quite a while, especially between 7:00 and 8:00 a.m. when the dreary number- zombies marched solemnly to one of only three elevators serving the hundreds of drones working above the ground floor. Tim and Julie had missed the rush, though, and enjoyed a quick ride to the seventh floor where the Marketing Department was located. They'd arrived at nearly the same time around 6:30 that morning. Both were up for the position of Marketing Supervisor, and they'd been showing up early and staying late for a couple of weeks. And that day, Friday, was the big day: one would end up with the promotion, one would not. Tim was the logical choice: he had more experience in the field than Julie, had been in the department longer, and had consistently high numbers and inventive ideas. Julie had good ideas too, but her numbers were shaky sometimes and she didn't have a lot of experience in marketing. On the plus side, she'd been a loyal associate of Quaver, Bohn & MacGuphin ever since she'd gotten her Masters degree in business, and she'd interned with the firm while a grad student. She knew the company inside and out. That plus her education made it seem that she far outshone her coworker... on paper, anyway. To all appearances, they had been friendly but serious in competition for the partners' approval. They joked around and had a good time ribbing on each other, making it a point to let everybody within earshot know that while they did want the job, they would respect and support any decision made by the partners. Ass-kissing makes strange bedfellows. Tim, finishing his week's work an hour before his day officially started, looked down at the floor to let his computer-fatigued eyes rest. And, rest they did--on the image of a tall, thin shadow that had been standing sentry for who knew how long. Attached to it were a pair of slender legs that hung below a business-length skirt. Standing at the opening to his cubicle, in her finest suit, was Julie. Holding out her hand, the redhead offered Tim a bagel. Her smile was at the same time sterile and warm, artificial and yet delightful. Just like his would be if he were offering her yet another empty gesture of compatriotism. "Thanks," he said, forcing his tone to settle down to hide his nervousness. "I take it you're finished too and you are racking your brain to find something extra to tackle?" "Ha!" she laughed, using her signature safe-for-work monosyllabic chuckle. "Well, I can see it's not an original idea, but it's made us so rich that I don't know why everybody doesn't put in 70 hours a week, just for fun!" Tim smiled genuinely at her little joke. He didn't hate her, but he really deserved the job (as far as he was concerned, he deserved it more than she did) and would do almost anything he could to get it. 'You could do it, you know. You could make them...' one side of his consciousness reminded him, sending the tide in to cover the post. The other side fought back and the tide lowered. 'No. That's not the way you do it. Mom said...' Again the waters rose, frothing this time with fury. 'Your mom is dead, and she didn't practice what she preached--and her life was great! You know that for a fact; you saw her life flash in front of her eyes. She wasn't afraid to take what she wanted every now and then. C'mon, just peek inside Chris's head and see who he chose... just a look, no influence...' The water was nearly to the top of the post now, but Tim put a hand on the angry moon and pushed it with as much strength as he could spare. It receded, taking the swell of temptation with it. Self-control stood tall and dry (on top) and within his mind said, 'After all these years, visualization still works.' "Tim? You OK?" Julie asked when Tim didn't respond to her joke. He was always good for at least a pity giggle, but now he was apparently spacing out. Tim shook his head and came back to reality. "Yeah, just nervous, you know. Good luck, Julie. May the best... person... win." He took the bagel and bit into it. 'Shit, these are awful. I seriously think people only eat these flavorless, hard, heavy, U.S.D.A. Grade Q donuts because they know New Yorkers do and everybody knows New Yorkers are totally fucking cool 'n shit,' he sarcastically thought as he stood to shake Julie's hand. And when 8:30 rolled around, Tim's and Julie's boss, Chris, breezed in. He went straight to his office and, an hour and several visits with various Human Resources people later, dialed Tim's extension. "Tim, please come to my office. I have something to discuss with you." "Yes, I'll be right there," Tim answered. He hung up the phone and went to Julie's desk, which was on the way to Chris's office. She was fiddling around, apparently cleaning up her work area but obviously trying to keep busy to avoid the appearance of uneasiness. "Julie, Tim's called me in. I think I got it. Have you heard anything?" Julie looked up and flashed her smile again--the one that was neither totally real nor completely fake. Her smile. "No, nothing. Congratulations, Tim," she said. She stood and gave him a brief hug, ending it with a firm handshake. "Or should I call you 'sir?'" Tim's smile erupted across his face and he said, "Never. Tim will do." He turned and went toward Chris's office but stopped and spun around, pointing a finger at Julie who was still standing. Sarcastically he added "Now get back to work!!" The laughter of many of the people who heard the mock command followed him as he made his way to Chris's office. Even Julie laughed--but with a single "ha." He felt so good, it was almost like he floated through the door on a cloud of relief and bliss. When Tim came entered the office, Chris directed him to sit down and introduced the two Human Resources employees who flanked Chris at his desk. They were Sally and Daniel, two soulless apparitions of that most hated department whose jobs probably paid far more than was reasonable. They were the bearers of tidings that meant either advancement in the company or permission to pursue alternative avenues of employment. Daniel had some papers face-down on the desk, and Tim wondered exactly what everybody would say before the papers were turned over, revealing his new salary, benefits, parking space... "Tim," Chris started, "I'm afraid we have some bad news. I don't like these kinds of meetings so I'll get right to the point: there's been an... *allegation*. I can't go into details because of privacy and confidentiality, but you've been accused of sexual harassment." Tim's heart fell seven heaven-layers down from where it had soared to the hard pavement of reality. Shakily, he said, "Is this some kind of joke?" Chris's face didn't change, nor did it show any emotion. 'That's what makes him a good boss, but what is this shit about?' Tim's mind frantically whirled. Sally spoke next. "You are familiar with our company's policy on sexual harassment?" Numbly and only half-aware, Tim answered in the affirmative. *The tides rose.* Daniel, the other HR person, turned over the papers on which he'd been resting his hand. Tim had heard how these meetings worked and he didn't need to look to see that stack included termination papers, an exit interview, and COBRA papers. Coming around from the fall, Tim asked, "Wait! You can't do this without telling me what I've supposedly done!! Chris, you know me. I've worked here for fifteen years and I don't have a single written disciplinary action form to my name. At least tell me when it was I supposedly do whatever it is." Chris looked at Sally and she answered. "I can't get into the details of who you... uh, offended; but you made some unwanted physical contact with a female employee last Wednesday. All I can say is that you apparently put your hands on her shoulders, I got the complaint yesterday, documented it, researched it, did a full investigation, and determined that you're in violation of--" Tim interrupted her loudly. "But I wasn't here all day Wednesday!! I was here, alone, for an hour before work and I left before anyone else was even on this floor--I had to give a presentation, for Christ's sake! Chris can verify this, as can--" Daniel spoke up next. "Tim, any touching can be considered unwanted if the person you touch feels it's inappropriate for work. Personally, I never touch anyone at work. I only shake men's hands, and I rarely do that. We guys get the short end of the stick as far as these accusations go, but the company..." The high-water mark of his teenage years was plunged below the surface, but the cracked top of the wooden pole still poked above the waves. Barely. Daniel's voice was a million miles away, but Tim managed to speak even before he was back from la-la land. "Chris, they're not listening! You know I wasn't here with anybody at all!! The complaint is bogus, you know it, if they'd actually bothered to do any real investigation even *they* would know it!! Please, Chris, tell them--" Chris sighed, silencing Tim. "Chris, I have my job because I'm willing to fight for my people when I think they're treated unfairly or when they're clearly wrongfully accused of breaking policy. I'm considered the Don Quixote of management by the other partners. But this is one windmill I just won't fight. Sexual harassment is serious, and we have a zero tolerance..." Tim didn't hear the rest. He signed what he had to sign, being careful not to make a scene. He had just started wondering how he was going to explain this to his wife when the security officer came in with a box full of his personal items. "Please come with me, Mr. Wright," he said curtly. And out the door they went. Before he even got to the elevator, he was burning with rage. Each set of eyes on him was like a flaming arrow, making him burn even more as his flesh was pierced with their stares. They knew something had happened--company veterans don't walk around carrying their personal affects in an box escorted by security unless they're "no longer with the company." And then he saw Julie. She came up to him and made the worst mistake of several people's lives. "I heard." 'Heard what?' temptation asked. Control slowly started to sink into the mud in the high tide. Julie continued. "I think it's bullshit. I can't believe Chris wouldn't fight this one; you were alone Wednesday..." She continued to talk but a Tim's mind began to flood with suspicion, rage, and anger. He ignored her while the tide rose higher, and higher... As the first ripples of murky water topped the pole, his mind opened a little and he interrupted her, saying, "How did you know why they canned me?" And as he asked it, the answer poked through her skull and his mind instinctively grabbed it. His control hadn't slipped in over a decade, and his mind was still as sharp as a tack... when it was allowed to be. The sensation of opening, even by that small amount, was too much and the two-way shields he'd imposed on himself almost constantly since his Sophomore year in high school shattered into almost a thousand pieces. He knew they'd never return. Being a good boy had gotten him nowhere. 'No wonder mom used her influence till her dying day.' Everybody on the seventh floor, and in a few moments the entire building, froze for about ten seconds. Not that they noticed, of course. Things came back to normal before anyone had a chance to know that anything was wrong. And Tim knew. A plan, a blowjob, a promise, a promotion--he *knew* he'd been sold out. He even knew everybody who was in on the little joke. Tim looked at Julie with icy hatred and said, "You did this, didn't you?" Of course, he knew the answer--but he wanted to see if she'd compound her betrayal by actually lying about it. Julie's artificially polite demeanor disappeared. She took a few steps back and stopped, finally speaking. "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, but good luck...." 'A lie,' Tim thought. 'This is going to be... entertaining.' "... You're not too old to start over, and I'll even give you the most glowing letter of recommendation any prospective HR department could hope to read. I'll do that right away..." she said, finally turning around to walk away from him. "... right after I move in to my new office," she finished as she strode out of earshot. II. Julie I walked away from him, forcing any shred of sympathy out of my mind. I needed this job, and I'd done things I promised I'd never do-- *ever*--to secure my new position. If Tim couldn't understand that, then he shouldn't have been considered for promotion anyway. 'Yes, I did,' I thought. 'You were going to get the job, and I didn't get this far up in this company as fast as I did by playing by the rules, pops. You may have the experience but I have the grades. You may have seniority,' my mind snarled, 'but I have the balls. This only proves that I'm better for the job. If I could have guaranteed myself the job without sacrificing you, I would have but dammit, I deserve this job.' It's dog eat dog in corporate America, and... celebration was in order. Celebration was definately in order. Funny how I hadn't thought of it before. 'I got the job!!' my mind yelled, happy beyond belief. I figured I'd have a nice (using the term loosely) night on the town, and so I invited some of the girls from the office. For the last time, I sat at my old cubicle and opened my email. Selecting a dozen or so of my friends (about four of which I knew would actually show up), I told them to meet me at a little nightclub I know of that's not too far a drive--but far enough from away to allow us girls to get a little loose without running into other people from the office. For some reason, I even invited Ellen, the office gossip. Yeah, she might talk about the wild night--but with my other friends to dispute her, nobody would believe her. Hell, hardly anyone ever believes her anyway! I looked over at her--I could see her from my soon-to-be-old desk. A little on the frumpy side but not ugly, this was the kind of woman who needed a night out. I typed the email so fast I didn't have time to edit it. HEY ALL I GOT THE JOB!! PARTY AT EINE KLEINE NACHTKLUB TONIGHT!!1 CUM WITH ME! BRING YOUR DRINKING MONEY TO HTE PARTY!!! I hit "Send," not even caring that it was in all caps and featured some otherwise embarrassing errors. Thankfully, Ellen drove--I was planning on getting pretty damn drunk, and we all knew Ellen didn't drink. All five of us barely fit in her car, but we got there safe, sound, and really thirsty. As soon as we walked in, the heat of the sweaty, dancing bodies and the smell of liquor and incense almost overwhelmed us. The club was fairly full-- just right, I realized immediately, for the kind of party I deserved. 'I'm going to get what I deserve, all right!' I thought. I had no idea where the idea came from, or why it felt so sickening... but it floated away as quickly as it came, so I dismissed it. Apparently, this was going to be a wild night at the club--the small stage had a wet T-shirt contest forming and I even saw the emcee (some guy in a tuxedo with a cape!) talking up some cute chick at a table, probably trying to get her to join the contest. Her boyfriend seemed to be OK with the idea. 'Wet T-shirt contest? Big crowd? Drinks? My new salary being retroactive? And a dude in a tux at a club? Fuck, this night is going to be special!' I thought. "Who wants a shot of Jger?" I asked my friends when I arrived at the bar. All except Ellen nodded and huddled around me. Calling the barkeep over, I said, "Four shots of Jgermeister and one... ginger ale?" Ellen nodded, and our drinks were served. Four shot glasses slammed down a moment later, and maybe it was the fact that I hadn't been a big drinker since hell week down at SIU, but I immediately felt it go to my head. My friends and I all ordered another shot, and once those were down, I splurged once again. "Long Island Iced Teas for everybody!" I yelled to my friends, paying with my credit card. My companions took their drinks and headed for the dance floor, but I found myself unable to drink any of mine. I wanted to, I think, but I couldn't. It didn't matter, though. Even though Mr. Tux and the woman he had been talking to were missing in action, the girls on stage were having pitchers of water poured over their white shirts by some other guy and bouncing their suddenly visible assets to the beat of the powerful bass beat. I must have been drunk from that one shot of Jger. Setting my drink down on the bar, I walked toward the stage. On the way, I bumped into somebody--but when I looked around, I didn't see anyone. I brushed it off as a figment of my intoxicated imagination and carefully made my way through the people crowding the stage to where the action was. When I got near the stage, I felt everybody's hands pushing me to the steps that let up to the stage, and once there, I felt oddly but powerfully compelled to join the contest. I'm not big on top, but I did happen to be wearing a thin, white long-sleeve T-shirt that had nothing on it but a Cubs logo--and that only partially covered my left tit. Needless to say, I was promptly doused. The other girls had bigger boobs than I did, but I had a four-girl cheering section. When water met my shirt, I did get some applause-- but it quickly turned to laughter. I had worn a bra! The others on stage were even laughing it up!! 'Fuck, they came here just to show some tits without taking their shirts off, and they're laughing at me?' I thought. I'd never been any kind of exhibitionist, but the laughter just bothered me all of the sudden. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I lifted my shirt, took off my bra, and shook my bare breasts at the crowd before lowering my wet shirt and pulling it tight against my chest. And that's when the crowd went wild. *For me.* 'I deserve this,' I thought, appreciating the cheers. Then, the top-heavy ladies started lifting their shirts, and the applause grew. Now, it may have been the alcohol, but I was not about to be outdone on my big night out. I removed my shirt completely, twirled it above my head a few times, and flung it into the crowd. Two of the six others hopped into the crowd--I was too much for them. But the other four stayed up, and one even started to dance to the low music that the DJ had been playing throughout the contest. After grinding here and there and doing a nice little tease on the guys in the front row, she turned her back to them and unbuttoned her jeans. Hooking her thumbs inside the garment, she bent over at the waist and slowly peeled them off her perfect ass. She'd worn some skimpy bikini panties. Powder blue, too. And when she stepped out of her pants and turned around, there was a cartoon kitty-cat on the front. While that girl seductively took her shirt off, two other girls left the stage--one even slapped the barely-covered ass of the one who was outstripping me. Then, the girl who had been standing between the now- mostly naked girl and myself did a similar dance and took off her skirt--and she was wearing a black thong. Still facing away from the crowd, she slapped her ass a few times, got down on all fours, and slapped it again a few times--grinding her nearly-visible pussy toward the crowd. After a minute or so of this, she got up and walked to the other girl, who then helped her out of her shirt. I flashed my fake smile, but inside I was terrified. When I go out in low-rider jeans, I don't wear panties. I don't like my underwear sticking up above pants, so I avoid the issue by going commando. I was about to leave the spotlight myself (to the chagrin of the now- chanting crowd) when an thought wormed its way into my mind. 'What the fuck? This is *my* night. No way are these bitches upstaging me!' Without turning around, I slowly unzipped my jeans, opening them slightly as I did so. When the crowd saw its first glimpse of my well trimmed, naturally red bush, I heard some gasps. They gave way to cheers and whistles when I finally got my britches completely off. Something in my head told me to tease them a little more, so I licked a finger and briefly toyed with my clit--right in front of them! And that's when things started to get weird. Well, actually, that's not true. It's just that I was suddenly aware that I was naked, in front of a crowd, in a bar that--well, let's just say it's not zoned for nudity. Obviously, I already knew these facts, but it just dawned on me how wrong the whole situation was. This wasn't like me at all, and if I got arrested, I might lose my job! The other girls were gone; it was just me--and I could not stop fingering myself! The crowd egged me on of course, but I wanted to stop. I tried to stop. And the harder I tried, the more my fingers worked their magic on my cunt. I came, standing up, in front of four friends--and over a hundred strangers. The cum leaked down my right thigh. I realized that my control over my molesting hands was somehow lost, so I willed my legs to carry me away. That didn't work, either. Instead, I knelt and and then laid down on my back, spreading my legs wide to an appreciative audience. One, two, and then three fingers entered my slit against my will, and my whole body blushed in embarrassment. What's worse was my hands were having an incredible effect on me. I quickly worked up to another orgasm. Then another. *And another*. Each one was better than the last, and I was losing my resolve to stop fucking myself. It just felt so *good* to do it in front of so many strangers. Every time I tried to scream for help, I would scream in ecstasy instead. Anyone listening would have thought they were screams of passion. But I knew I was in real trouble when I rolled over and raised my ass off the stage. After a few moments of just exposing myself to them, I found one of my hands reaching over me and the other underneath me. The one under me found my dripping sex and started in with three fingers, pushing in and out with amazing speed while the hand above me snaked down to my ass. When the fourth finger entered my pussy, a finger from above managed to wrangle a little pussy juice off of my cum-soaked hand and rubbed my asshole. As I brutally fucked my slit with the four fingers of my right hand, I felt my left hand's well-lubed middle finger work its way inside my tightest of holes. And I came instantly, all over my cramping right hand. But the climax was so powerful I forgot that I was in front of a crowd for the first time in too many minutes to count. Again I plunged my finger into my ass, this time deeper. And again I screamed incoherently as the rapture that started at my crotch exploded throughout my body. I don't know how long I fucked myself from both ends before the cops showed up. I do know that I'd worked pretty much my whole right hand into my pussy, and three fingers of my left into my rosebud. I was so spaced-out from playing with my deliriously responsive holes that they thought I was drunk and put me in a holding cell. I called Ellen's cell phone and asked her to bail me out, hoping there was something I could do to keep my arrest as quiet as possible. A guard escorted Ellen to my holding cell and unlocked it. She was carrying all the personal items I'd left at the club, and she dropped them at my feet. Then, she and the guard departed, leaving me sitting on the bench in the cell all alone. But I wasn't alone for long. My mind was starting to go into full damage-control mode when, unexpectedly, I heard Tim's familiar voice. He surprised me--I visibly flinched when he spoke. "Hey baby," he said, too smugly for my comfort. "Get yourself in a bit of trouble?" I was about to shout something at him about saying something so stupid--there was a possibility he didn't know what I'd been arrested for, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what I'd done in a moment of strange weakness, but I was clearly in trouble. Something held my tongue though, because I found myself unable to speak. Calming down a little, I tried again--this time, I'd try some honey. The vinegar would come later. "Listen, just bail me out and I'll pay you back tonight. I'll pay triple if you don't say a... holy shit, what are you doing??" I asked. He'd unzipped his pants and stepped inside the cell. His cock poked through the fly hole in his jeans and hung semi-erect in front of my face. "Looks like we're all alone, Julie. I gotta admit, you played me good today at work. Really fucked me over, and you did it well. My wife would have been angry with me. But guess what I did?" he asked. I stood and took off all of my clothes, silently yelling at my hands to stop. After licking a couple of fingers, I started playing with myself again. Suddenly able to speak, I said, "Would have been angry? Mmmmm... what... ooooooh, what did you do?" My fingers were too talented to allow me to carry on an intelligent conversation, but I needed to keep Tim talking so I could "convince" him to keep quiet. It wouldn't be easy. As he answered, I turned around and grabbed the bench I'd been sitting on--presenting my glistening cunt to this man who seemed to know something I didn't. I found myself looking at him through my legs; I'd taken a wide stance when I bent over, and clearly I was about to get laid--whether I wanted to or not. And at that moment, I was so horny for (yet afraid of) Tim that I couldn't even decide if I wanted it or not. As I'd soon find out, Tim was more than happy to make that decision for me. "Well," he said, getting his pants off and showing me his hard-on, "let me demonstrate my... special ability." I blurted out, "Oh please fuck me Tim! Fuck my tight cunt and finger my asshole!" before I could stop myself. Then I added, "Hi, this is Tim speaking through the mouth of the whore-iest of the whores in Whoreville! My name is Julie and I suck guys off and tell lies to get jobs!" That's when a shred of realization started to glow in my tattered--and apparently used--mind. I was about to verbalize what I'd just been allowed to figure out when I felt his manhood sink into my depths, only to pull almost all the way out and slam home again. Each time, I felt a burst of pleasure so intense I screamed in near-orgasm. And every fourth or fifth thrust, I did cum. After two or three shuddering climaxes, he spoke again. "Yeah," he said casually as if he weren't literally fucking my brains out, "I let the beast loose. My mom told me to never use my powers or I'd bring myself more trouble than I would want to deal with. But you know what? I found out later, after my dad died, that she was not, shall we say, opposed to hypocrisy." His thumb worked itself into into my asshole, and every muscle in my body clenched in response as I came again. "So," he continued, "my wife and I came to an understanding. She'll never be angry at me for getting fired for... sex... u... al... ha... rass... ment." He pounded me hard on each syllable, making me cum with each one. After the last one, I found myself getting onto my knees in front of him, watching him jack off. An unspoken command had my mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock so I could swallow every drop of cum he pumped into me. "In fact," I found myself saying after I swallowed his load, "Vanessa even said I can fuck whoever I want, as long as I still fuck her." I covered my mouth, angry and afraid that he could control me so... *utterly*. Not even my own mouth was under my control! He was using my body to masturbate, and my mouth to speak, and I was helpless to resist. He looked at me and said, "Now isn't that sweet? She's granting me every man's dream: an open marriage. And I owe it all to you. You pushed me over the edge, and let me tell ya, it's been a hell of a ride! But we're not done yet, you and I. One arrest for indecent exposure in a city over an hour away from the office? Hardly enough for what you *deserve*. Come with me." Of course, I followed him. It's not like I had a choice in the matter. The next hour or so was pretty much a blur. I remember driving my car with him in the passenger seat; he had apparently found a way to get keys for my car--and that meant that he probably had access to my house, my safe deposit box... it was terrifying, so I pushed those thoughts away. And I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn I was being followed by Ellen's car. At some point, we stopped at a liquor store. I drove some more, and when we were far away from the city--on some county highway or something--I parked my car in the middle of the road, and started drinking something that tasted like licorice-flavored cough syrup. I looked down: Jgermeister. I had never liked this shit, and not only did I buy enough shots of it to make sure every witness at the bar knew that I was drinking it, but I was now drinking a chilled bottle of it in my car. I could see where this was going. Tim got out and walked around to my window, which was rolled down. "Don't worry," he said. "This road is straight for over a mile in both directions, and the ground is pretty much flat. This is a straightaway I use to get to work, and hardly anyone ever drives it. Your lights are on, so don't worry about somebody hitting you. You just sit here and drink, dearie." I complied. The Jgermeister went down almost too easily, but I paced myself. He told me to drink, not commit suicide by alcohol poisoning. Looking back, I realize that I had completely abandoned the notion of resistance. I saw him start walking away from the car, and he had his cell phone in his hand when he got into Ellen's car. They promptly left me there, alone on a deserted highway, quickly approaching a drunken stupor. An hour later, I saw some lights approaching in the rear view mirror. Quickly, I started the car, put my foot on the break, and put the transmission in Drive... and then I waited. When the cherries lit up on the car, I knew what Tim had done. The officer used his loudspeaker to tell me to kill the engine, which I did. I was too busy finishing the bottle of Jger to even put on my seatbelt. Through blurry eyes, I saw the brown shirt of the Illinois Highway Patrol. All I could say was, "Please, osifer, I'm trying to get gome... hit gome... home... hit home..." He asked me something and shone his flashlight in my face. I leaned out the window, bumping my head on his light, and responded with something like, "I haven't had a drink to drop. Sigh swear!" I still don't remember what I said very well, but I do remember finding it hard to be coherent. Looking down, I saw the man's nice pants and shiny shoes... and vomited on them. It made all the papers. The partners at the firm were not happy, but they couldn't fire me--not with Chris backing me up. Sure, I had to fuck him whenever he asked, but it was better than trying to find a new job. The partners did, however, move me to a new position. Seeing as how my recent and public actions would not shine well on a company who had a convicted drunk driver (I pled guilty in court, thanks to Tim) as a marketing manager, they chose to allow me to stay on as clerical help. It was a tremendous pay cut and I had to move to a studio apartment, but Tim won't let me quit. It's been like this for months. And when I told him I didn't like the fact that I had to blow just about every male manager in the company, he said he'd take mercy on me and went back to the office with me to make sure I was assigned to somebody whose dick I wouldn't have to suck. I was reassigned to work for Olivia Hanning, the new marketing supervisor--on the seventh floor. It amuses my former coworkers to no end that I openly brag about how well I can make her coffee just the way she likes it--it takes five scoops to brew just right and she likes it with two creams and a packet of sweetener on the side. All in all, though, it's not that bad. Ms. Hanning is about 45 years old and has very short hair that's graying around the sides just a bit. She can be one harsh bitch most of the time, but she's much better to work for than my male bosses were for one main reason: no blowjobs! And, she shaves her pussy. I find the gesture almost polite. The men I've had to service never even trimmed their pubes. Not having to pick curly hairs out of my mouth every morning (and after lunch) is the best thing that's happened to me since this all began. Maybe someday I can convince Tim to at least make me enjoy what I've become. * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2005, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: Bulk Purchase Author: bobwhite Summary: Adult boutique owners Tim and Janice get more than just a bargain when they get their first large shipment from the Lilith Collection. Keywords: MC MD MF FF FT GR Bulk Purchase by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * *Author's note: This story started life as a quick flash that I was going to post to the forums. But it was too much fun to write, and it simply exploded into what you see here when I started proofreading it. Thanks to William Pratt for some good advice, and to Abe Froman for making this kind of thing look easy with Megan's New Clothes, one of the best FT stories in the archive in my opinion.* * * * * * * * * * * "Tim, do I have to put all this on in the living room?" my wife asked. "Yes. I want to see how it looks on you, and our bedroom is too cluttered with the boxes all this came in. Besides, nobody else is here, and the door is locked. Don't worry. I'm trying on my part of the outfit," I said, looking at the studded wristband that was labeled "For Master." "Besides," I added, "someone might ask me how nice it looks, and I don't want to lie. People trust their porn dealer to be honest. At least I'm not taking pictures, like you did of me in those pants... and shirt... and hood... and harness... need I go on?" "No pictures, I don't even have panties or a bra on! Anyway, I still can't believe they call this the 'sampler,' there's a dozen cases of... stuff!" my wife said as she finished getting "dressed." The stockings and leather garter belt were already on, and the matching shoes, too. The shiny, black leather corset had been something of a challenge at first, but as I laced it up for her, it went on easier and easier--as if her body were being molded into it. And I had to admit that I'd never seen her legs or waist look quite as good--*no, fucking god-damn hot--*as they did when she put on the hose and garters. The matching heels made her feet look good enough to worship. "Look, I'll just take all the others down to the back of the store, where we keep all the other perv stuff, and we'll eventually sell them," I said, enjoying the effect the corset had on her breasts, which looked much bigger than normal thanks to how it was elevating them. "Besides, we saved a bundle not buying just a few... hell, I didn't even see where we could buy just a few." "You know, just because we run an adult boutique doesn't mean we have to buy fetish gear in bulk... and some day you need to explain exactly where the line is between perv and non-perv in our store. Hey look, there's a note," my wife said, pointing to a piece of paper in the box with the chokers. "Oooh, these chokers are nice... I bet if you took out the ring and put on a charm, you could probably wear it around all the time," she added as I grabbed the note. "What does it say?" "It says, 'Your wife totally loves losing a bet and having to dress up for bed according to your wishes, for a night of complete servitude,'" I answered, laughing. She giggled at that and said, "Stop it. Everyone thought Detroit would win. You won, I'm in this outfit for the night, and I'm sooooooooo yours. Seriously, what does it say?" "It says I should tell my customers to start with the choker if their subs hesitate to put on the rest of the outfit, especially if they're tree-huggers who won't wear leather. It says, 'make her put on the collar first, and she won't object to anything else.' There's a guarantee that the Dom whose slave wears the choker will stay aroused as long as he or she wants." I laughed again and added, "Well, you gotta love these manufacturers and their promises." My wife laughed along with me as she closed the clasp on the choker and said, "Oh, come on, we've sold this kind of stuff for years, there's nothing unusual about those claims." I said, "Hey, that choker *does* look great on you--you should wear it all the time. Hey, wait--your sister hates leather, the PETA-freak, and I think her roommate does too. Let's put it to the test. Get them to wear the chokers and bring 'em both here tomorrow, naked--all of you naked on the front porch and knocking on the door to be let in. For proper research, we should make sure they don't object to... oh, craving all... twelve inches... of my cock." "Stop it. Listen, mister, you married me, so she's practically your sister too. Hands off. Besides, I don't think she'd be interested in you, seeing as how you don't have a vagina... or for that matter, a foot-long wiener," she said, laughing and putting on a sexy smile. "OK, your little leather slave is ready to serve you, Master," she said in play-submissiveness. "So, it's role play tonight, eh? Well, I was going to let you off easy and just enjoy how good this looks on you, but as you wish... OK, kneel, and walk to me on your knees. Oh, and play with those tits." "Oh, so you think you're... hey... wait...," she said as she knelt, and made her way to me while pinching her nipples. "What the... hey, honey, something's wrong... I can't stop... doing what you told me...." *So she does want to play... well, I'm game*. "Suuuuuure, you can't stop. Just for that, lick two fingers and play with your pussy while you come here." She did exactly what I said, but after a few moments she shouted, "Snarf! Snarf! Honey, Snarf!!" *The safeword, already, before the cat o' nine tails comes out?* "Stop." She did. "What the hell, the safeword before we even do anything? You're the one who wanted to play, you know." "Sorry... I couldn't stop and I was scared," she said, looking confused and a little worried, but clearly trying to shrug it off. *What the hell* , I thought. *Scared at some stuff we do all the time? *"Janice, come on, it's just a playful command and we do it all the time. No more safeword when I just tell you to do something, let's save that for the discipline like we always do, OK? If I tell you to do something you don't want to do, just say so. And then do it anyway!" I said, laughing a little at her silliness. " Yes... yes alright, of course, that's fine... I just don't think... I don't think I... I just have to do whatever you say, no matter how humiliating... it's hard to explain, but I just... I just *had* to...." *I'll ask her to do something she'd * never *do, that'll pull her back a little so we can both have fun*. "Yeah, right. Now... get on your knees and get that ass in the air... put the side of your head on the floor so you can look at me while you finger your pussy and asshole." *She never even lets me... wait, what's she... oh my god....* "No!! Tim, I don't want to play anymore! Don't make me do this!!" she screamed as she obeyed my command. *She's obviously into what I'm "making" her do. She must be begging me to stop making her do this to turn me on... mission accomplished.* "Oh, so you don't really want to do this, huh? Well, I'm thinking that would do anything, *anything*, to keep me giving you these commands. The more humiliating, the better you like it," I told her. "I'll let you use two fingers in your pussy. And go faster... and have an orgasm already! You ought to be begging for one, but what the hell, you deserve one... now." I started to chuckle, wondering if she would play along with *that*. "But I-yi-yeeee mmmmmmm ungh!" she screamed, faking an orgasm... and almost convincing me it was real. She was panting and trembling, but her hands didn't stop working her sex. "I don't know how I know, b-but I have to d-do whatever... whatever... you... say.... please make me... please, I'm ready, make me...." "Cum?" I asked. *What the fuck?* More screams came moments after I said the word. "Something... not right... I... something is making me... obey, making.... me...." she said, barely able to talk as her sex juices dripped from her busy fingers. "I know... no sense, it's crazy... please... please...." "Now, that'll be enough of that," I said, and she stopped. "Stand up and tell me whats going on." *Let's see if she can come up with something as good as those fake orgasms... boy, she's taking this pretty far....* She stood, arms to her side, and as calmly as she could, she said, "I'm yours, mind, body, and soul. I can't get that phrase out of my head when you're not making me do something, and the more humiliating or degrading... the more I like it... I can't explain... I'll do anything you tell me, I'll think what you want me to think, and my body is yours to command, play with, mold... at your whim. I... I don't know how I know... but I know it's... true...." "Well, not too bad," I responded, getting a little tired of the game. "But, we've done the whole 'living sex toy' thing before. I don't know if I'm up for a whole night of playing with you like that. Now if your tits were bigger, like a *proper* sex toy, then maybe I'd treat you like one, but--hey, what the FUCK!" I said, my words becoming louder as her chest started to swell. "S-stop! Stop growing your tits!" *Did I just say that??* "I'm not doing it, you are!" my wife yelled, looking at her chest, which had more than doubled in size. "Oh my god, they're bigger than fucking cantaloupes!! Why did you do that? I told you, my body is yours... please be careful...." My cock, already hard from what I'd just seen, twitched at the implications, and then it hit me: this was some weird dream. *Tits don't just grow because I want them to... heh they say if you know you're dreaming you can control it... let's see how far I can take it before I wake up*, I thought. "Yeah, what the hell indeed. Watermelon- sized would be better, nice and firm but jiggly, and no need for a bra... and no back pain, after all, that's only fair, right?" "Aaaaaaagh!" she screamed, her hands seemingly trying to contain her magnificent breasts as they expanded to the size of two medium-sized watermelons. "For fuck's sake, Tim, stop it! No more, please!! Shit, how is this... what the... how am I going to go to work? What am I going to tell people? Dammit, change me back!" *Holy shit, holy shit! You * can* control dreams! Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. *"Well," I said, "I don't know about that... But let's finish turning you into a proper sex toy, shall we? I want your asshole to be as slippery as your pussy is, some kind of natural lubrication... and no pubic hair. In fact, no hair follicles at all below the neck." I watched as her pubes vanished into little wisps of smoke. "Honey?? Stop it! I'm not a sex toy, I'm your wife!!" "You're my *little leather slave*, though not so little on top," I said, pointing to her breasts. "And you love playing with and pinching your nipples since they're hard all the time... that alone can make you cum, but right now you can't cum." She complied, and in a few minutes was begging me for release. "Let's make them as sensitive as your clit." The sounds she started making at that point were indescribably hot. I was more than ready for some action by this point. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes... let me... please let me cum... please... then let me out of this outfit... have to go... see a doctor, something is...." *Weird, didn't expect her to go there, but oh well.* "Oh, you don't want that outfit off, then you wouldn't be my little leather slave and you'd miss out on all the fun!" I said, taking off my pants. "But you're really getting off on me making you do this stuff, aren't you? Hell yeah you are. You *love* the humiliation, don't you?" "H-honey...." "That's Master." "Master... please, please make me cum! I'll do anything!" I approached her and, in as authoritative a voice as I could muster in a dream, I commanded, "Kneel. You need my cock in all your holes right now, don't you? But you have to wait till I decide to fuck you, or to make you suck me off." Her expression changed a little and she looked at my crotch, seemingly unable to look away from it. "Yessssss.... I love it, I love being forced to do all this, I really do... but it's so... please... fuck, all I can think of is... please, please give me your... your...." "If you want my cock, then suck it," I said. "Since I can change your body and make you do whatever I want, and you like it so much when I do, I think you'll find you can deep-throat a twelve-inch cock with no problem," I added, finally accepting that this was the hottest damn dream anyone on Earth had ever had, if for no other reason than the fact that I *wasn't* waking up right before the fun part. I tried to grow my cock, but it didn't work. *Typical. I guess you can't control *everything* in your dreams....* "Mpf ffmf spff....," Janice tried to say. She was finding it quite difficult to talk, what with her mouth full of my dick. "Don't try to talk now... damn, you're fucking blowing me away, baby...," I said, grabbing her hair (which was now longer, black, and curly) so I could fuck her face a little harder. "This is fucking amazing... you're so fucking good at sucking cock! Oh... shit, here it comes... I'm... I'm going to...," I said, stopping as my orgasm wiped out my ability to speak momentarily. Somehow, I stayed rock-hard. *Oh yeah, almost forgot... I can keep it up as long as I want.... * "Come one, baby, let's get in the bedroom. I'm going to fuck you till I can't fuck anymore." I walked into the bedroom, and Janice followed. I pushed the boxes of leather outfits off the bed and my wife hopped up on the bed and got on all fours, begging me to take her in any of her bottom holes. I went to her dresser and got the vibe she kept in the underwear drawer, told her to make sure her ass was as lubed as her pussy, and even told her that on her minty-smelling rosebud, opposite her clit, was a new clit, so she'd enjoy the anal more. *And that brings the clit total to four... just about enough for a decent sex toy*, I thought. Then, I gave her the vibe. "Here, you can use this in your mouth or pussy, and it'll be just as good as my cock. My cock will be occupied," I said, thrusting effortlessly into her tight, slippery asshole, "elsewhere." And that was the *least* kinky thing we did before I woke up. * * * * * * * * * * "Janice! It's so good to see you!" Leah said, hugging her sister tightly. "Whoa--what are these?" She added, feeling her sister's large chest. "No wonder you haven't called in a few weeks--when did you get 'em done? Ah, this is why you had to have lunch with me today, it's been weeks... love the hair, by the way... but damn, girl! You weren't too small to begin with, but these... it's unreal! I mean, yeah, I know they're fake... your body is your body, but why did you go so big? I never figured Tim to be the kind of guy who wanted... this...." "Uh, Leah? You're feeling me up. I know you dig the ladies, but c'mon, I'm your sister!" Janice joked, and Leah dropped her hands. "Yeah, the tits are new... but it's a long story, and I can't really tell you now, there... well, it is a *long* story. But, I wanted you to see something. Tim just got a whole case of leather lingerie...." "Stop right there," Leah said. "There's no way I'm letting you and your freaky husband pick my lingerie. That's just weird. And I don't do leather, you know that. C'mon, let's order some food, I'm starving." "Well, it's not real leather," Janice said as they sat down. She produced two chokers from her pocket. "Just try this on. It's synthetic, trust me, and look, I'm wearing one, so you know it's not some weird piece of fetish bullshit." "Come on, Janice, I really don't--" Janice then walked around Leah and positioned it. "Really, just try it for a second, it feels pretty cool on the skin. Just sit there, let me put this on, just for a second...." "Whatever," Leah said. "I'll try it on. I don't know why it's so important to you, though." *Click.* "Well, the clasp is closed... how does it feel?" Janice asked. "It feels OK, I guess, I don't know. Nice, actually, softer than I thought." She got a compact mirror out of her purse and raised an eyebrow. "It looks pretty good, actually... I don't normally wear this kind of thing, though. Can I take it off now?" "No," Leah said. * * * * * * * * * * I woke up some time late in the morning... I could tell there was sunlight in the room with my eyes closed, so that meant sometime after ten or eleven. I reached over and found the bed to be empty, save for me. *Oh yeah, Janice probably had some errands to run... hey, it's Wednesday... that shipment of leather wear should be in today, I better get down to the store and bring it back here, see what I got*, I thought. I opened my eyes, but the sunlight was too bright so I shut them immediately. *Well, at least I'll be able to stay up late... St. Louis just bought me night-long leather slave... have to make the most of that*, I thought. Eyes still closed, I sat up, swung my legs off the bed, shook off the last remnants of sleep, and stood. I rubbed my slightly aching balls a little, standing still for a few moments and thinking about grandma reciting baseball statistics in front of a pile of dead puppies being shoveled by big, hairy men into a Chinese takeout restaurant until my dick was flaccid enough to piss in the toilet, instead of all over the wall behind it. I took a single step and stubbed my pinky toe on a box. It unbalanced me, and I tumbled forward. After I hit the floor, I turned my head and saw the label on the box: "The Lilith Collection/Your Wickedest Desires Come True." There was even a faux-rubber-stamp "Guaranteed" printed below the main logo. When I got up from the floor, I noticed the studded wristband on my arm. "What the fuck?" I said, and I quickly scrambled to a telephone. I dialed the number for time and temperature, and the phone fell from my hands when it announced that the day was Thursday. *Wait* , I think. *What the fuck happened to Wednesday? Not dream Wednesday, but Wednesday Wednesday! What the hell is going on? Oh shit, where is my wife?? Where could... why can't I remember the real Wednesday? And how did this get on my arm? Is it possible... shit, come on, of course not... just think...* I decided to call the store and tell whoever was working that day that I wouldn't be in later, as I usually was on Thursdays. She said she'd work over, so it was cool, but I was more than a little worried about my memory gap. I could piece together bits and pieces of what I knew had to have happened the day before, but the latter part of the evening was obviously fiction and I was getting frustrated trying to remember exactly what *had* happened... what we ate for dinner... what we watched on TV... hell, *anything* after six or seven last night. It didn't make sense. *Sure, I've blacked out before when I've had way too much to drink... who hasn't... but when is the last time I forgot a whole evening? Shit, I didn't even drink!!* Around four or five in the afternoon, I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered it, and there, kneeling on my front porch, was my wife, her sister, and her sister's girlfriend. They were wearing the chokers and nothing else. *Oh my god... no fucking way... I'm not dreaming... Is this a dream?* I banged my head on the door to wake up, but I was not dreaming... although I *did* have a headache. *No, no way... oh shit, those tits are real... what the hell is going on? Oh hell, what have I done?? * "Why are you on the porch naked? Where the hell are your clothes?" I asked, not able to think of anything smarter to say. It was all to unreal. My wife said, "They're in the car, Master." "What the fuck is going on, Master?" Leah asked. "Wait, why did I call you Master, Master?" "Leah, let's get out of here!" Sara, Leah's girlfriend, yelled. "Something's not right, all I can think about is getting Master's cock inside me and I'm gay! We need to get out RIGHT NOW before he gives us what we need--dammit!!" "Get off the porch, ladies, and come inside," I told them, worried that someone might see what was going on and call the police. "Janice... how could you? I'm your sister!" Leah accused, and I walked up to her. Janice didn't say anything. "Not a word, either of you!" I told Leah and Sara. "*She *didn't do anything, *I* did, I think, and it's all a big... misunderstanding.... Janice, what have you done to them?" "Master, what you told me last night. I brought them to you naked and made them wait with me on the porch while I knocked on the door. They really, really want your cock. Don't you remember telling me to do this?" "But that... wasn't... I mean, I was kidding... we were role- playing... wait, that was... wasn't that a dream?" She looked at me quizzically and said, "Dream? No, Master. I hated betraying my sister... but you made me do it and it feels sooooooooo delicious to do something I don't want to do... make me do something else, please... make me fuck my sister, I don't want to do that, it's so degrading... but if you make me... please... please make me, please, I obeyed you and brought them here, please...." "Stop," I told her, and she did. "They're craving... it?" "Yes, more than anything they have ever craved before," my wife said, smiling in pride. "I made sure of that, I know it'll make you so happy. Why don't you... you know... they love doing things for you too, just like I do... they need the humiliation, just like I do...." "No," I said, "this is too fucking weird. Too fucking weird. It's not right. Either you're fucking with my head...," I started, but when I saw her tits and bare pubic area, I stopped. "No fucking way, what is happening... we have to--" "I was afraid you would feel this way when you woke up, and I have to... need to... I'll do anything, *anything*, to make sure you keep giving me commands... humiliating orders, they make me so hot when I obey... I'm so sorry Master, but... Leah, Sara, get him, now!" They were on me in an instant. While Sara and Leah held me down, Janice ran to the bedroom and came back with a choker. I don't know exactly what happened after that, but I do remember getting up and suddenly feeling an intense need to really take control of the situation before it got out of hand. *What kind of slave attacks her Master? I'd better fuck a little sense into these girls.* Looking to Leah, I decided that this breach in Master-slave etiquette should be dealt with, to my sexual satisfaction. I said, "Kneel in front of me, and tenderly get to know my dick with your mouth. No trying to hurt me, either. You simply love my cock and if it's happy, you are." She pulled out my dick and started sucking on it. It wasn't a great blowjob, but then again, she wasn't used to sucking dick, and she had plenty of time to learn. I only wished I had let her talk so she could tell me how much she didn't want to do it. "Look at how you love making her do this," my wife said. "She loves it because she has to do it and she would never, ever do it. You love making her worship and beg for your twelve inches, if only she could take it all...." *I don't have twelve in--what the hell! I can barely get it in her mouth, what the hell is going on now?* , I thought as I found my dick growing to the point that Leah could only get her lips a few inches past the head... and there were many more to go. Then I smiled. "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say, slave. Just for that, you can cum whenever you want to tonight. Leah? Stop for a second, I need to lay down," I said. I got on my back on the living room carpet, and once I was comfortable, I said, "Sixty- nine, Leah. No orgasm until I say." She got on me and started working on my cock again. "Go deeper, Leah, as you blow me, with each bob of... whoh, damn, you learn quick... with each bob of your... h-head... you can take a little more... until you can take the... whole thing...." As she engulfed more and more of my cock, I looked at the unkempt pussy above my face. It was clean, but not shaved--barely trimmed was more like it. *That better get taken care of quick*, I thought, and before I could even figure out how to word it, her pubes seemingly vaporized, leaving only a tiny bit of odorless, gray smoke that faded in a few seconds. *Oh, I don't have to say it? In that case....* I put two fingers into her self-lubed ass, and tickled her new ass- clit with my other hand's thumb. Then, I began licking her dewy petals, paying particular attention to her clit. Her normal one, that is. She redoubled her efforts, trying to milk me with her mouth, while I worked her into a frenzy. My wife watched the whole time, playing with herself, encouraging me to keep licking her with my super-long tongue until she was so gone she couldn't suck me anymore. After a few minutes, my tongue driving deeper into her cunt than was natural sent her as far over the edge as I thought she could take. At that point, I was about a nanosecond from spurting my cum into her mouth. My wife must have noticed, because she scrambled over and pushed her sister's face away from my cock, and plunged it into her mouth so far that my balls were on her chin. That was all it took. I exploded into her mouth, cumming more than I thought was possible. I then lifted Leah's orgasm block, and her climax slammed into her like a freight train. When we came down from that blissful high, I told Leah that she earned the right to talk... and that she had to clean her cum from my face. "No... no I don't... dammit, why am I... Master, please this is... so...." she said, stopping because her tongue was suddenly busy cleaning her nectar from my chin. At first, the licks were tentative, but the depravity of the situation and the knowledge that she *had* to do it got her so hot that after a minute or so, she was eagerly looking for any spot of her cum anywhere on my face and neck. When she was done, I looked over to Sara, who had been watching quietly. "You know, you're a little flabby... and that short haircut won't do. Let's get you some tits just a little smaller than my wife's, and long, curly, red hair. No hair below the neck, either. Tell me what you think about that while you play with yourself." "What are you talking about--OH MY GOD!" Sara shouted as her body transformed. She lost her excess flab, but gained quite a bit in the breast department. "What the fuck is going on? Why can't... fuck, that feels... mmm, why can't... I stop... *what have you done to me*?" "Ooooh, nice, I do such good work." I said to myself before turning to my wife. "Go and get the corset, and... no, wait... No, I think we'll go with the thigh-high boots and the catsuit for her, actually... I think there's one with laces from the waist up... and zippers everywhere I need 'em to be." My wife ran off to look for the garment I was talking about. "What are you doing to her?" Leah asked. "Don't worry about her," I said, standing up and walking to the side of the couch. "Get over here and stand in front of me. Look--here's Janice with your girl's new outfit. My girl, actually. Show her, honey." Janice held it up. Most of the front was closed by laces, like the back of the corset my wife had on the night before, but there were zippers on the breasts and at the crotch for easy access. When Leah saw the narrow waist, she said, "it won't fit... the waist is too small... hips are too wide... I don't even know if the tits... that thing is so... the leather will never stretch to fit her...." I told her to bend over the couch, and she complied. Then I said, "It doesn't have to." Not waiting for a response, I added, "Now, I want you to get wet, and watch. Janice, turn Sara around and help her get into her new clothes. Leah, pay attention, you're about to see the hottest thing you've ever seen, except for my cock." When Sara turned away from us and my wive moved in front of her, I entered Leah, enjoying the exquisite tightness as I slowly moved in and out of her. From behind, we watched Sara step into the catsuit. Janice pulled it up so it was sung against her crotch. Then my wife slowly started lacing it up, tightening the garment as she went and squeezing Sara's body into the shape of the garment. I heard Leah gasp (and felt her pussy clamp down on my prick) at the sight of it. When she was finally done, I had Janice turn Sara around, and to my delight there was no sign of strain on the laces--it was like the outfit was made just for Sara, even though I somehow knew the outfit had reshaped Sara to create the perfect fit. At least that's what I thought had happened; after all, I knew *I* hadn't been working on her body while my wife got her dressed. The sight of her body conforming to the material was almost too much for me to take, and I fucked Leah faster and faster in response. "I don't... think I'm going to get... tired... of that...," I said as I fucked Leah from behind. "How...." Leah said, nearly out of breath. "No more talking, Leah... from now on, until I say otherwise... every time you try to say something... you'll cum instead." As I expected, that command resulted in a string of wet orgasms that made her pussy so slippery that I have to take her ass to get a little friction. A nice bit of magical lube (I guess it's magic, it's been a year now and I still don't know *how* it all works, I just know that it does) made that easier. And after a few minutes, I came harder than I had the night before, and with a word I forced all the women to cum a few times, too. *So Wednesday wasn't a dream. Fucking-A, man.* The rest of the afternoon went along those lines. I watched my wife getting licked by the new and improved Sara, whose tongue was so long she would probably have trouble talking--I'd have to fix that before we took her out in public--and I even gave Leah some titties for being such a fun playmate when I made her and Janice do a sixty-nine the first time. Oddly enough, it was harder for Leah to go down on Janice than vice versa, I had figured that being a lesbian would have helped with that a little. But she did make Janice cum twice as fast as I could (without forcing one on her, anyway), and with half the effort. She was an impressive pussylicker to say the least; she could have taught classes. *I might make her do just that* , I thought evilly. *Every man should know how to eat pussy half as well as she does... I have plenty of buddies who wouldn't mind practicing on Sara under Leah's strict supervision.* At times, it got a little awkward. Making their tongues as sexually sensitive as their four clits, for example, sounded like a lot of fun but proved a little too much for them to take, for (now) obvious reasons. So, I gave up on where to put a fifth clit for the time being. When I was too exhausted to even watch the girl on girl on girl fun, I had them lay on the floor in a small daisy chain and let them get each other off while I went to the garage where I'd had the girls put all the boxes from the bedroom. I wanted to see if any more information had been sent with the garments, so I started to rummage through the boxes. My neck felt kind-of weird--and when I brought my hand up, I felt a choker. *I must look ridiculous in this*, I thought as I removed it. I tossed it into the box that held the other chokers, and my eyes spotted something in the box. It was a note that I'd missed earlier. "Warning--Be careful what you say when your slave is in the choker, it may be taken literally. Special warning: all changes made to male slaves are permanent, only physical changes are permanent for female slaves. *Be very careful with male slaves. *Please pass this information on to your customers, Mr. Smithmeyer. Signed, Kelsey B., The Lilith Collection, LLC," I said, reading it out loud. *Be careful indeed*, I thought. I smiled. *Good thing they didn't do anything when they had that choker on me. I'd hate to be a slave to a slave! God only knows what they could make me do. Well, I'd better try to see what all came with the dealers-only sampler shipment, maybe there's an MSRP sheet in here somewhere....* I heard the unmistakable cries of passion coming from the other room and thought, *But first, I think I should fuck 'em some more. Then I'll tell them to enlist some friends in our little club. Or masturbate under the table when we go out to dinner later. I suppose I should find the camcorder so Sara can tape a healthy bout of sisterly love... I better stop by the store before it closes, and get some extra supplies from the back... where we keep the perv stuff.* * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2007, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: How Porn Brok Into Tamara Divine, Chapter III Author: bobwhite Summary: The tale of how a sweet, innocent Midwestern girl became one of the most famous porn stars of all time. Keywords: MC FF MOD FD How Porn Broke Into Tamara DivineChapter III by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * As she silently sat across from Anita, Tamara thought, *How many years can this silence last?* She had tried to come up with something to start "the talk," if for no other reason than to simply get it over with. But there was nothing she could think of that would ease the awkward silence into some kind of conversation. Anita's voice broke the silence. Looking into her nearly empty cup of coffee, she said flatly, "That was some night, wouldn't you say?" Trembling hands steadied Tamara's cup as she tried to take a sip. The acrid taste didn't help her find words, but she had to say something. "Um, yeah. Some night," she said. "I, uh, had... I mean, it was fun." Her eyes slammed shut and she mentally scolded herself for not being able to come up with anything better to say. Anita let out a sound that was a mix between a snicker and a snort. Tamara looked up and, seeing the look on her roommate's face, knew it was an attempt at nervous laughter. "Look Tammy, what happened last night aside, why--" "I'm so sorry! I--" "Why didn't you tell me you were gay?!" Anita, finally able to make eye contact, blurted out. She looked back down and continued. "I'm sorry, Tammy. I didn't mean to make that sound so... mean. I don't care if your a... I mean if you're... it's... *(sigh)* look, I don't care if..." "I'm gay," Tamara said. An instant later, she shut her eyes tight and silently admitted it to herself for the first time. *This is* not *a phase. Last night was* not *an experiment. I loved it and I even made Anne like it,* she thought. Tamara had always heard that in such moments as this, there was a certain feeling--like if a heavy weight was lifted from one's shoulders. But, the weight that lifted from her settled in her stomach, causing a wave of nausea. The feeling was both relieving and awful, but Tamara somehow knew that it would pass. When Tamara opened her eyes, she saw that Anita was looking at her. Tamara's mind ran through what seemed like thousands of words and phrases, trying to do something to push the conversation along. Finally, she simply said, "I'm gay, Anne. I'm a lesbian. I hope... I mean, you won't... I hope you don't hate me and I hope this doesn't kill our friendship. I don't want you to move out and I don't want to leave, either. I guess I've been in denial about it all, or... I don't know. But that's what I am." Anita's eyes drifted down again, and Tamara looked into her own mostly full cup of coffee. But, to Tamara's surprise, her friend reached across the table and lightly put her hand on top of Tamara's. Tamara looked up in time to see Anita breathe deeply. "It's... OK, Tammy. Really." Anita looked up and continued. "I mean it. I don't hate you or anything. I'm not some homophobe. And no one has to move out just because you're gay. It's just... a surprise. I mean, we kissed that one time, but I thought that was the wine and had pretty much forgotten about it. But last night... I mean, I would never have done what I... uh, you know, well... I guess I kinda threw myself at you. If I'd known you were... you know..." "I'm a lesbian. It's not a bad word, Anne," Tamara told her roommate, being careful not to her hand over and expose her friend to any more of this strange power she had used to her advantage the previous night. "That's just who I am." "Tammy, look. I like living here with you, and I like you. Since we met, we've become really good friends and I don't want to lose that. Last night was..." Anita swallowed and steadied her voice. "Last night was like a... uhm, like a..." Tamara smiled faintly. "Like a...?" Blushing, the stammering roommate said, "It was like the sexiest dream I've ever had. You did things to me... you made... damn, girl, you made me feel things that I never thought... *(sigh)* Damn, girl. Last night was magical." Tamara looked up, a hint of pride written on her face. But, she knew there was a caveat and she decided to head it off at the pass. "But...?" Anita sighed, but this time she kept her eyes locked into Tamara's. "But... that's all it was. A night. Magical, yes... but it was just one night." Her hand held Tamara's firmly as she continued. "Tammy... I'll be honest. Last night was amazing--there's no other word for it. But I'm *not* gay. Things got out of hand... and I'm to blame, I guess. I got naked and handed an horny lesbian a bottle of oil and said, 'rub me until I feel good, and let's do it on my bed.' I don't blame you, never think that. "I lo... I like you, Tammy. But I can't be more than a friend to you. You deserve more than what I can give you. You can get me off, and I guess I can get you off too--" "I have no complaints. You did fine," Tamara interrupted. She smiled a little, but Anita's face was serious and Tamara's mood shifted back to match that of her friend's. "Tammy, don't." Anita again drew a long breath to steady her voice. "I'm being serious. You're a great person, a wonderful woman and I like you. As a friend. But I can't be more than that to you. I can't give you the love that you want. And even though the... uh, sex... last night was great, I've been there with guys before, and it never lasts... and I don't talk to them anymore, Tammy. I don't want that to happen with you." Tamara took another tiny sip of coffee and licked her lips. After a minute or two, she found her voice. "Anne, it's... it's fine. I know you're straight. I knew it last night, and I took..." She stopped in mid-thought. *Stop! You can't tell her you knew what your hands and mouth would do to her!* "You didn't take advantage of me, if that's what you're thinking, Tammy." "I think... OK, look, I did. I wanted you, Anne." Anne blushed but Tamara continued. "I've wanted you for a while now, ever since that night I kissed you. I can't help it, you're... Jesus, don't you know how hot you are?" Anita nodded her head slightly in agreement, blushing at the compliment. "Look, I didn't have to do what I did. And... to be honest, I wasn't sure until a few days... well, really, until yesterday." "Uh-huh, sure." Anita said, a little sarcastically. After a minute or so of silence, she finally said what was on and behind both of their minds. "So, Tammy, where do we go from here? I just want you to know that I don't have a problem with your... lifestyle? You know what I mean. But I'll be totally honest with you: I can't keep living with you if we can't put this behind us. Last night was great, but we can't do it again. *Ever*. I'm guessing we need to set some house rules, or something... like, for example, I'm not walking naked around the apartment anymore, if you don't mind." Tamara laughed and got up, taking her coffee cup to the sink to pour it out. "Actually, I do mind that!" Anita snickered at that, but the moment levity was brief. "Fair enough, I guess I kinda walked right into that. 'House rules' sounds dumb anyway. But I need you to promise that this won't be an issue between us again. Somehow, I doubt I'm going to try and seduce you. But I need to know--*need* to know, Tammy, no kidding around--I need to know that you aren't going to try to do anything with me again. You have to promise me. "I'm not saying this was all your fault; it's in the past but I need to hear you say it. Tell me you're not going to treat me like anything but a friend. Promise." "Anne... Anne, I'm so sorry...." "Please, Tammy. Just promise me. I don't want to destroy a friendship over this. It was fun for a night, but you have to swear to me that last night was just a one-time thing." Tamara felt a pang of loss, but it was tempered a little by her grim expectation of where she'd originally thought this conversation would end. Thankfully, Anita had not freaked out as Tamara worried she might. The morning after conversation was going better than she'd dared to hope. After a minute or two of total silence, Tamara found her voice. "Anne, if you can live here with me, and if my... sexuality... really doesn't bother you, then I promise not to... I mean, I swear that I won't try anything with you again. I won't get handsy, I won't get kissy, I'll take the web cam in your bedroom out, I..." Shocked, Anita looked at her friend... only to see her suppressing a smile. They both erupted into a round of genuine laughter that eased the earlier tension. Tamara thought, *Now that wasn't so bad. Doesn't make me want her less, though... but at least this is out there, on the table.* "Tammy, please. I'm being serious," Anita said when the laughter died. "I don't want to put it out there like an ultimatum, but--" "Seriously," Tamara continued, "I won't push you to do this again, and I won't hit on you or... take advantage of you, if you're... you know... if you've had a little too much wine. I promise: no more sex with you. I was wrong to do it last night and I promise never to do try and seduce you again. I am so sorry... can you forgive me?" Anne got up, empty cup in hand, and headed for the coffee pot. As she poured a fresh cup, she said, "It's OK, Tammy. Really. It happened, and now we move on. Oh, Jeff called while you were asleep. He says he has a couple projects you might be interested in. Something about a solo layout and one with somebody named Kristi, who he said you'd love. Know her?" "Can't say I do. I guess she's new." "Yeah, that's what Jeff said--she's brand new, a 'virgin.' His words. He insisted I use those words when I gave you the message. Weird, huh?" Tamara heard Anita's words, but curiosity struck her. *Why would he make sure I knew she was a virgin? Is she a virgin-virgin, or a topless photo layout virgin?* "Tammy?" Anita asked. Tamara shook her head. "Uh... yeah. Sorry, just spaced a little. What were you saying?" Anita shook her head and headed to the living room with her cup of coffee. "Just call Jeff. He said it will pay $5000, so it must be important." "Yeah, OK, I'll call him as soon as I wake up," Tamara said. And for fifteen minutes, right up to the time she was actually dialing his number, she couldn't help but to think, *What in the world does he want me to do in front of the camera for that kind of scratch?* * * * * * * * * * * "That's weird... I've done hair and makeup a million times but I don't think I've ever seen *this*," Bobbi (the makeup girl on the set) said as she brushed Tamara's hair, noticing that with each pass, several blond hairs seemed to be getting picked up by the brush and carried off the brunette's head. Tamara was a little surprised at the amount of work going into this shoot, but the bristling activity eased her concerns a little--as did her excitement. *Soft-core, Tammy... it's just soft-core. Simulated. Fake.* Artsy*,* she reminded herself. *And as per usual, it's for overseas. Nobody I know is going to see it, and there's always deniability... it's not like I have any tattoos... oooh, yet!* The thought of getting some ink curiously struck her as funny and she suddenly started giggling--much to the surprise of both her makeup artist and her "co-star." "Something funny, T... uh, Tracey, was it?" Kristi said as a small scar near her inner thigh was airbrushed out of sight by another makeup girl. "It's Tammy. And no, I just had a funny thought, that's all. It's gone now." "Whatever, whatever. You don't seem very nervous, at any rate. Have you done this before? I mean, a layout with another woman?" "Yeah. But, nothing like this. I've done some racy catalog stuff, and I've done stuff where I was hugging another girl, but not this... what did Jeff call it...?" Kristi, mocking Jeff's matter-of-fact tone, said, "It's just a softcore, simulated lesbian layout. There will be some intimate touching and body licking and/or kissing, but no penetration and you won't have to lick the other girl's vagina. The magazine this will appear in is a Belgian men's magazine. Just go as far with Tamara as you're comfortable--" By the time Kristi got that far, Tamara was laughing so hard at her impression of John that Kristi stopped talking and started laughing herself. "That was hilarious, Kristi. But, let me ask you: have you ever worked with Jeff before?" "No. I'm new around here--hell, I'm really only here so I can bum off my aunt and uncle and save enough money to finish my degree. It's cheaper than going to a university somewhere on the coast. I've done tons of nude layouts before... and a few softcore ones with guys, you know, the whole non-penetration thing... so this shouldn't be that tough. How do I look?" Kristi was standing away from her makeup artist, and Tamara had to admit she looked like a sex goddess. Perfect makeup, hair, body, tits... everything. If Tamara had been bold enough after her encounter with Anita to find a steady girlfriend--or, at least, a lover--she may have decided to resist the urge to use her now proven abilities to publicly seduce the sexpot standing in front of her. But it'd been quite some time since that night with Anita, which was the last time she'd really had any sex. *It's going to be Valentine's day in a couple of weeks or so,* Tamara thought as she absently commented on her prey's appearance. *I think I deserve an early present for being so good and not doing anything to Anne.* "Yeah, yeah, yeah... c'mon, quit just gawking and tell me what you think. Do I look hot?" "Well," Tamara said, looking a little too long at the girl's red pubic hair, "the curtains match the carpet, which is nice. I see *nothing* wrong with how you look--you're perfect." "Oh, that's just the makeup. Seriously, do I look OK?" Kristi asked, turning and moving, quickly trying on different seductive poses and facial gestures. Tamara reached out and tweaked her left nipple. A sharp gasp escaped Kristi's lips and her knees bent noticeably as Tamara casually said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You're in good hands." With that, Tamara got up from her stool and walked out, leaving a suddenly incredibly horny model behind her. "This is going to be soooo fun," Tamara whispered to herself as she made her way to the main set. "What's going to be fun?" Jeff asked from behind her, startling her. Tamara made a brief motion to cover herself (she was naked and on her way to see what she'd be wearing for the first part of the shoot), but dropped her arms to her side. "I guess you've seen me naked before... anyway, I was just saying that this shoot is going to be especially fun. I don't think the new girl has never done one of these with another girl before, and I think that..." Tamara stopped, smiling as if she knew something that Jeff didn't. "Let's just say I think she'll be... *inspired*... to go further than she's gone before in a shoot." "Well," Jeff said, walking up to Tamara, "that's fine. I'll just make sure the photographer knows it might go hardcore. That's cool. It lets us sell the pictures to a hardcore magazine overseas. It's just a shame you don't do anything for the American market." "Hey, you've never asked! Besides, I don't know about that. This is a great way to get some cash, but if people I knew found out I did these nude layouts, I'd... hey, eyes up here, Mister!" "Sorry. It's just you've changed since last time I saw you." Jeff was smiling at a joke only he seemed to know. "You're hair has only a few highlights in it, and it looks shorter. And darker--heck, it's almost black in some spots. And your breasts... did you get implants?" Tamara looked down at her chest. "Oh, these? Yeah, they're bigger than last time. I've heard of late bloomers, but this is ridiculous. Not that I'm complaining... hey, wait... what are you--" Tamara's words cut off when Jeff wiggled the finger he'd slipped inside her pussy. "Don't worry. This is more for the women in your life than for you. Just forget about this, OK?" With that said, Jeff removed his finger. Tamara shook her head and said, "Um, what were you saying? Oh yeah. Yeah, my hair's been getting darker. It's weird. But my chest is all natural. I think they're still growing a little--I just hope they stop before I get too big. I'd look ridiculous with a pair of double-D's." "OK. Single D's it is. Good luck, and have fun today, Tamara." Jeff then left to do some paperwork in a far corner of the studio. The first part of Jeff's parting comment slid from Tamara's memory as easily as his finger had slid from her vagina. Tamara shook her head again as Jeff walked away. Looking around, she saw Kristi emerge from the makeup area. Tamara waved at her, smiling and *knowing* that Kristi was about to have a lot more fun than she probably knew would be possible in front of a photographer. Soon, the girls were dressed in some skimpy, easy-access lingerie... and then the shoot began. They didn't even notice the clicking of the camera after the first half-hour. Kristi seemed to be very used to these kinds of shoots. She would look at the camera at just the right time, and at any moment, she could conjure up a face that could melt any man or woman into a molten puddle of arousal. Tamara noticed that unlike the other models she'd worked with, there was nothing seemingly magical about Kristi's hands. And, because Kristi was something of a professional, she was touching Tamara very carefully--she wouldn't let her fingers or mouth linger on any of Tamara's favorite body parts. In fact, the only time Kristi's detached, professional demeanor cracked was when Tamara did the touching, kissing, or licking. Her tongue never touched Kristi's nether region, and her fingers didn't spend much time there either--it was softcore, after all--but Kristi was clearly having trouble holding herself together after an hour of such posing. With each caress, each playful spanking, each lick, and each kiss, Kristi's nervous expresions began to betray what Tamara interpreted to be a growing desire for the shoot to take a more playful, and explicit, turn. During a short break early in the shoot, Tamara went back to the makeup area for some privacy. Kristi sat in a folding chair just off the set, drinking a bottle of water. Without physical contact, the highly erotic sensations Tamara had been causing Kristi to experience began to fade, or so Tamara thought as she watched her from across the large, open room. Her breathing was certainly smoother--and noticing this made Tamara chuckle to herself. Tamara started to scheme in her head. *Heh. Yeah, I've been having too much fun here. She's just sooo hot... I haven't gotten any since that night with Anne... hmmmmmmm, I wonder if I can get this little party into high gear... I just have to pick my moment, whisper in her ear, maybe bite her earlobe--the photographer will love that--yeah, and then 'accidentally' let my finger find her tight, little cunt....* Turning a little and hiding what she was doing as much as possible, Tamara slid a finger into her pussy. The familiar bolts of pleasure hit her like they always did, and in just a few seconds she'd managed to get herself off. But once was never enough, so she continued to play with her sex, occasionally rubbing her clit before plunging her finger back into her slit. When she came the second time (after a slow, careful work-up), she noticed something odd. Kristi had shifted her position. She was now sitting forward a little, and rubbing her thighs together. A light blush spread over her chest and face, and her breathing got deeper. As Tamara kept playing with herself, she saw that Kristi was apparently trying to both clamp her legs together while at the same time rub them in such a way to put a little friction on her pussy. The sight of her squirming in her seat was more than Tamara could bear. The added thrill of knowing that she could make Kristi hers right there in the studio sent her fingers into overdrive, and they brought her off a third time. She was just barely able to conceal the grunt. Then, the photographer announced that he was ready for another round of shots, so Tamara quickly cleaned up and sashayed onto the set. "Kristi, are you coming?" Tamara asked mischievously. She took a seat on the blanket that was spread on the floor of the artificial outdoor scene and spread her legs--the photographer wanted this set to start with Kristi getting a neck massage from Tamara. Kristi wiggled out of her seat and brought her hand to her crotch. She made a motion that anyone watching would have thought was just a light rub, maybe to address a slight itch. But Tamara knew better. "Kristi? Heeellooo?" "Uh, sorry. Just... uhm, hell yeah. I'm ready. I guess I just spaced a little...." Kristi said. She sat between Tamara's legs, and the photographer started clicking away. Tamara put her hands on Kristi's shoulders and carefully massaged them. After a little bit of that, she moved her hands down Kristi's chest and squeezed her tits. This made Kristi moan, and when Tamara brought her fingers up and pinched Kristi's nipples, Kristi gasped and arched her back, her slight shudder telling Tamara she'd probably just had a tiny orgasm. That encouraged Tamara, so she leaned down a little and whispered to Kristi. "Let's turn up the heat a few notches, Kristi. What do you say? Let's just see how far we can take this before they stop us." And then she licked Kristi's ear (Tamara was getting fond of that little move; it was like an exclamation point after her little "suggestion"), even sticking her tongue into her ear a little. Kristi responded by closing her eyes and falling back into Tamara's arms. The only word she could say was, "Yessssssss...." The photographer stopped giving directions to the women, not that either would have noticed. With a few quick movements, Tamara had Kristi pinned and was kissing her passionately. The unsuspecting model writhed as Tamara's hands roamed her body, and her earlier professionalism was seemingly shattered. Kristi even grabbed Tamara's ass and squeezed it. Then, her hands came up and embraced Tamara's body. Tamara wasn't surprised by that, because it made for a good picture. But what did surprise her was *why* Kristi did it. Holding Tamara tightly like that gave Kristi enough leverage and control to use her free leg to flip them both over. Now Kristi was on top. "Let's do a 69; they always love that... and damn, my pussy is wet... I need you to... damn, I think we should go ahead and go... as far as you're..." "Stop talking about it and do it," Tamara told her. It sounded a little more bold than she'd intended and just a little bit corny, but Kristi didn't seem to notice or care. She spun around, and before Tamara knew it, her eyes were staring at the delectable, glistening cunt of the model who probably never imagined what would be in store for her when she signed on to do this particular photo spread. With a few gentle licks, Tamara heard Kristi moan and felt her hot breath on her inner thigh. When she licked Kristi's clit, Kristi responded by hungrily (and sloppily) attacking Tamara's pussy with her tongue. Tamara's tongue was just about to redefine Kristi's sense of orgasm when, out of the corner of her eye, Tamara saw that the photographer was coming around to get some shots of her licking Kristi's pussy. Kristi was already eating Tamara's pussy, and she wasn't doing a bad job, but Tamara had a playfully evil thought: she'd hold a pose to give the camera man a fair chance at a great shot--a shot of her tongue on Kristi's clit. She'd make sure her tongue was perfectly still on Kristi's clit the whole time, just to see how long Kristi could stand it. When the cameraman was in position, Tamara's tongue slid out and rested torturously Kristi's exposed clit. Tamara also held Kristi's ass in such a way as to put her fingertips really close to Kristi's pussy and anus, gently squeezing Kristi's derrire. Kristi responded by increasing her efforts on Tamara's pussy, quickly making her cum, but Tamara managed to keep her hands and tongue virtually motionless on Kristi's sweet spots. Kristi started to tremble, and as soon as she gave Tamara *another* orgasm, she tried to grind her pussy onto Tamara's face to increase the maddening sensations Tamara was causing her to feel. Unfortunately for Kristi, though, Tamara had too strong a hold on her ass. Maddening pleasure coursed through the fingertips that rested tantalizingly close to her bottom holes--Kristi, to her lusty dismay, could not get the relief she sought. Tamara noticed Kristi's motions getting more frenzied, so she started to slowly lick up and down Kristi's slit. Kristi let up from Tamara's pussy to moan, and she didn't go back down. Instead, as the photographer moved around to get a different angle, she started to ride Tamara's face, remembering for the first time since that last break to make eyes at the camera. Tamara reached up and played with Kristi's tits. At the same time, she stuck her tongue up into Kristi's pussy--and Kristi came with a growl, collapsing forward as the pleasure shot through her body. Kristi wasn't showing any signs of exhaustion, though. She got off Tamara's face and turned around, sliding down Tamara's so she could kiss her. She continued to move down her body, licking Tamara's tits and paying extra attention to her nipples as she made her way to Tamara's pussy. Tamara noticed that she waited for the photographer to get into position before she began to lick and finger her; it was a little amusing to Tamara that Kristi still had the presence of mind to play to the camera. When Kristi started fingering Tamara's pussy, she spread her legs wider. *It's been... too... mmmm, too damn long, I have to do this more often....* she thought. Tamara's hands came up and played with her tits while she watched Kristi alternate work her sex; she especially liked it when Kristi reached down between her own legs and started playing with herself (at least, that's what Tamara assumed she was doing with that hand). Within a few minutes, Kristi's fingers and tongue generated a powerful climax that made Tamara close her eyes and scream. When she opened her eyes, she looked down at a smiling Kristi. But there was another look in her eyes... raw hunger. It took a moment for Tamara to figure out that Kristi was nowhere near being done with the scene. *Damn... I just came, and it looks like she needs it even more than she did a minute ago! She's still... damn, I think she's still rubbing her pussy!* Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Tamara sat up and embraced Kristi. More pictures were taken while they held each other and kissed, and Tamara whispered to Kristi, "I'm going to lay you down and blow your mind... you're going to love this...." "Mmmmm... oh God I don't know if I can... ooooh, take any more," Kristi said, "but this tingling in my pussy just won't go away... fuck, I'm so hot..." Tamara laid Kristi on her back, and spent some time sucking and pinching her nipples. She knew the effect it would have, and it wasn't long before Kristi's hands were trying to gently guide Tamara down to her achingly aroused cunt. Tamara took her time though, delighting in the whimpers and gentle pleas coming out of Kristi's mouth. Tamara even lightly grazed her fingers in a back-and-forth motion as she slowly made her way to Kristi's sex, watching the goosebumps appear in small waves. "Oh god oh please, please just... oh... OH!" Kristi said, then yelped when Tamara slipped a finger into her. "Oh whatever you're doing... oh... don't... st-stop! Oh... Unnnnnnngh!!" Tamara smiled smugly as her fellow model came and before she could recover, Tamara added another finger and her tongue to her assault on Kristi's hot, wet pussy. The shoot continued that way for a couple more hours, with only a few breaks in the action. Tamara was having fun toying with Kristi, who confessed during one of their breaks that she could not understand how Tamara's hands and lips felt so good on her body--she even called it "unreal." Tamara smiled and said nothing to that, but not only because she had expected that exact reaction from Kristi. No, the main reason she didn't say anything was because of Kristi's other comment about the whole experience. Every time she was licking or fingering Tamara, Kristi felt a deep tingling in her pussy. She even felt it when Tamara was playing with herself (which the photographer seemed to want to see a lot, once they started listening to him again). Having already come to terms with the fact that her hands and mouth had some enchantment about them (at least, that was the best she could come up with to explain what they could do to women), she momentarily postulated that maybe, somehow, her vagina was now enchanted. Immediately, she chastised such a silly thought. *Now, come on. Being good with your hands is one thing. Ditto the mouth. But a magic pussy? Please. This girl is just so horny she can hardly think straight... but then again...* She didn't have time to think on it further, though. The camera was loaded with fresh film, and it was time to go back on set. When it was all over, Tamara collected her cashier's check, cleaned up, got dressed, and went down to the front door of the large building where the studio was located. She was surprised to see Kristi there, apparently waiting for her. "Hey there, Kristi. Waiting for a ride? It's cold as hell outside, can I drive you somewhere?" "No, thanks. I drove. I just... uhm, well, I don't know how to, um, say this... *(sigh)* OK, look. Here's my phone number," Kristi said, handing Tamara a folded piece of paper. "Today was amazing, and I... well, I'd like to know if you would like to get some drinks sometime. Do you drink?" "Why Kristi, are you trying to seduce me?" Tamara teased. "If you want to get me drunk to get me in bed, you shouldn't come right out and say, 'Do you drink?' There are subtler methods, you know." "What? No, no no no no. Well, uhm... listen. Until today, I was a virgin when it came to girls. I've done lots of spreads and layouts, but they were all softcore and it wasn't really too arousing. But... damn, girl, you rocked my world back there." Tamara listened and thought, *Virgin? Funny... that's the word Jeff used.* Curious as to what Kristi was trying to say, Tamara asked, "Are you telling me you're a lesbian? You sure seemed to know what you were doing... *down there*." "Oh no. I'm not gay. Must have been... beginner's luck. But... but... well, I was wondering if we both weren't... you know, and since we're both models, and we... uh, you know, we could go out and..." Words failed Kristi, to the amusement of Tamara. "OK, tell ya what. I'll take your number, and we'll hook up sometime. I only have one or two friends who I hang out with, and you seem nice enough. As for anything else," Tamara said, seductively running a finger from Kristi's forehead, down the side of her face, over to her chin, and then back to her neck, "we'll just play it by... ear." She whispered the last part, letting her warm breath waft into Kristi's right ear. Kristi closed her eyes and moaned at the light contact of Tamara's fingers and warm breath. Her knees buckled when Tamara finally kissed her neck. Tamara held out a hand to help her up, and Kristi took it eagerly; as soon as she was standing again, she kissed Tamara on the lips. Then it was Tamara's turn to nearly fall down. The kiss reignited Tamara's arousal, which was amazing enough considering all the more-than-satisfying sex she'd just had. *Damn, I don't remember her being able to kiss this good when we were on set... must have been... oh fuck it, I am definitely not going to lose this number,* Tamara thought as she melted into the kiss. But, all too soon, Kristi broke it off. Tamara looked at her silently, and watched as she giggled, waived, and walked out into the cold January evening. Tamara just stood there and watched her walk out to her car and get in. Everything about the girl was cute, she realized. *Of course everything about her is cute... she's a model. And she kisses as well as I do, apparently. Maybe I'll call her this weekend,* Tamara thought to herself before opening the door and made her way to her car. For some reason, though, her mind kept going to Kristi's talk about how her pussy was feeling when they were on the set. She had mentioned it briefly a few times, and something about it kept nagging at her. But, about halfway to Springfield, she was finally able to let it go, instead concentrating on what she was going to do the following weekend. *I* definitely *am going to hook up with Kristi Saturday night.* Smiling at the thought of a hot model sharing her bed, Tamara drove home through the cold, dark night. * * * * * * * * * * Late in March, Tamara got a call from Carla Anderson, her ex- boyfriend's mother. After the opening pleasantries, Mrs. Anderson got to the point: Emily, her daughter, was going to be spending a day or two at Central Illinois University, to check the school out; and she wanted to know if Tamara would be so kind as to put her daughter up for the weekend and following Monday and Tuesday nights. "Mrs. Anderson, does Emily want to stay here? I mean, don't they usually just come down in small groups and stay at a hotel or something?" Tamara asked. *I wonder if she remembers that kiss?* she thought as she waited for Carla's reply. "Actually, she asked to stay with you," came the reply. "Oh... well, I guess it's OK. I'll keep an eye on her," Tamara said, wondering why Emily would ask specifically to stay with her. *Surely she remembers what happened... wouldn't that make an ordinary girl want to avoid me?* she thought. Then a smile crept to her face. *Maybe she's not so ordinary... crap, Carla's still talking....* "... She'll have plenty of money for some food. Just look after my baby, OK? Thanks, Tamara! I'll tell her you said yes. Oh, and one thing--her friends are just dropping her off at a place called White Oaks Mall. *They're* going on to St. Louis University... so just call me if she doesn't decide to stay in Springfield, OK? Not that I wouldn't let her go, I just want to know where she's at, OK?" "No problem, Mrs. Anderson," Tamara said. "I'll pick her up when?" "Oh, about... uh, say, six or so in the evening. She'll call when she's close to town so you don't have to wait there all afternoon. You know where this place is she's going to meet you at?" "Yeah, I know where it's at. Tell her I'll pick her up. I'll be waiting for her call, my cell phone number is 217-555-1818," Tamara told Carla. After they said their goodbyes, she hung up the phone. Just then, Anita walked into the room. "Who was that? Kristi?" she asked. "No... uh, actually, it was my ex's mom. Weird--she just called out of the blue." "Well, what did she want? Did she want to know why such a beautiful woman broke her baby boy's heart?" Anita teased. "Nooooooo," Tamara said. "Actually, it looks like we're going to be playing hostesses. Emily, John's little sister, is visiting campus Monday and probably Tuesday. She's staying here this coming weekend--I have to pick her up Friday evening around six, and she'll be here until Monday or Tuesday night, depending on when her ride home comes through town. I hope you don't mind, I already said yes...." Anita poured some water from the pitcher in the refrigerator and took a drink, nodding her head in thought. "No problem. It's cool. But, you might want to cancel with Kristi, then. I mean, I don't know if you told your parents yet, but if Emily sees Kristi sleeping in your room, she'll probably figure out why you broke up with Jack." "It's *John*, Anne, and don't worry--I already know I'm going to have to call Kristi in a little bit and let her know we can't get together this weekend. And you're right... I don't want to be outed just yet, not to my parents anyway... not until I'm ready." Anne, still holding her glass of water, went over to Tamara and rested her free hand on her shoulder. "It doesn't get any easier, does it?" Tamara half-smiled and sighed. "In some ways, it does. But I am not looking forward to telling mom and dad." "I'm sure they'll understand," Anita said. When Tamara shot her a disbelieving glare, she added, "... Or, at least, they'll say they do. You have never said a bad word about your parents, Tammy. If they love you, they will be able deal with it. And I'm sure they love you." "You make it sound easy, Anne." "Hey, that's my job. I'm your friend, Tammy. Remember that. I'll be there for ya... well, after I'm done watching the news. Care to join me?" Anne asked on her way back to the living room. "In a minute. I have to call Kristi," Tamara said, picking up the phone. That Friday, Tamara got a call from Emily's cell phone at about four o'clock. She went to the mall and waited a while, finally spotting Emily waiting by the carousel near the center of the mall. "Hey, Emily! Emily, it's me, Tammy!" Tamara said, suddenly aware that her mostly-black hair and its shorter length might keep Emily from recognizing her. She figured the girl had never paid too much attention to her chest, but Emily's first comments threw that assumption right out the window. "Tammy? Tammy, is that you? Holy shit, girl! Your hair... your *boobs*! Damn, John really fucked up letting you go...." Emily said, eying Tamara up and down after briefly hugging her. "Language!" Tamara yelled. "I'm sorry, Tammy, I just--" Tamara laughed at the suddenly frightened teenager. "I'm kidding. Want to do some shopping before we leave? It's nothing like what we have up in Chicago, but this place isn't too shabby." Emily seemed anxious to get to the apartment, saying she was tired from the drive and wanted to kick back and relax. So, they forwent the shopping went to Tamara's place, where Anita had already been busy cooking dinner. It was done a little while after they arrived. "So, you're the little sister of Tammy's ex, huh? I'm surprised your parents let you stay with us all weekend. For all they know, we're two sisters in *Epsilon Alpha Tau Pi*, and in the middle of 'binge drinking and girl-girl sex month,'" Anita said to Emily while they and Tamara sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner. Tamara got the joke and let out a little giggle, trying to disguise it with a cough and shooting a look at Anita that silently shouted, "knock it off!" "Well," Emily said, "I just kept telling them it was Tammy I was staying with. They were cool with it, as long as I promised not to do go out drinking with frat boys... or something like that. I get away with a lot of stuff John never got away with... I guess they either trust me or they just figure I'll be out of the house next year anyway." "Yeah, John did always have it a little tough. I remember some nights he had to be home before I did," Tamara said. And as they ate and talked, Tamara realized that having Emily around was going to be a little awkward; it reminded her of her relationship with John. She had no question of her sexual orientation anymore, but at times she still wondered how she could have enjoyed being with John when she was so clearly a lesbian. *Certainly,* Tamara thought, *I must have been straight once... or maybe I was just doing what what expected of me, what good girls do...* They were finishing dinner when Anita said, "So, what do you plan on doing this weekend?" "You sound just like my mother, Anita!" Emily said. Tamara started laughing, and Anita shook her head. "Call me Anne. And with that comparison to a teenager's mother, it's official: I'm getting old." Anita got up after saying that and shuffled her feet over to the fridge to get some water, holding her back and hunching over the whole time. The mock elderly act had them all laughing, but when Tamara looked over at Emily, she saw her quickly look away. It was the third time she'd caught her staring. Tamara asked, "Seriously, though, are you planning on doing anything, Em? You have a whole weekend before your visit to the campus and Anita and I are both pretty much going to sit back and enjoy ourselves tonight, maybe have some wine, and probably go out tomorrow night. Hell, there's a party Sunday night we were thinking about going to, since we don't have an early class Monday. Want to come with us? Have any other ideas?" "Actually, Tammy, I was wondering if... well, it sounds stupid, but if *you* could show me around town. This is my first trip downstate, and I need to pick up a spoon or some other stupid souvenir while I'm here. "My parents may have let me come here, but my friends Steph and Josh are going to St. Louis University and let's just say they're... well, they're planning on having a *really* good time. Before I left, my mom got all crazy thinking I was going to bum around St. Louis all weekend with them. I'd like to stick with you, though, since I don't know anybody else here--" Anita interrupted. "OK, I get it! I'm chopped liver. I guess I'll just cry myself into a stupor tomorrow night at Eine Kleine," she said, mock-crying. "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me...." "You see what I have to live with, Em. Sure you want to hang around me? Anne wasn't anything like this when we first met. I seem to have a strange effect on girls," Tamara teased. Anita didn't look up, but Tamara could see her blush a little. "I'd love to spend tomorrow with you, Tammy," Emily said, a little too eagerly. "Well, I guess I can't say no then," Tamara said. "Sorry, Anne. Apparently, I have a date tomorrow!" Tamara and Emily laughed. Anita didn't; instead, she raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly at her roommate. That made Tamara suddenly worry about what she'd done with Emily back in November. *I only kissed her, surely she didn't... oh shit, look at how she's smiling at me... does she remember? Does she want to talk about why I broke it off with her brother and then made out with her a day or so later?* she wondered. *Did she... oh fuck, did she* like *it?* After dinner, they shared a bottle of wine and watched some TV. Both Tamara and Anita figured it wasn't a big deal if Emily had a drink or two--after all, she was in a college town on a weekend. Anita was going to open another bottle when Emily said that she should get ready for bed--looking at the clock, Tamara saw that it was after midnight. "Yeah, I'd better hit the sack, too. Are you sleeping in your clothes?" "No," Emily said. "I brought something to sleep in... and I can stay on the couch, no problem. Can I use your room to change, Tammy?" "Sure," Tammy said. When Emily had gone out of the room, Anita said to Tamara, "Soooo... are you going to try and get some? She's really pretty. Hell, she makes *me* think twice." "I thought you weren't into girls," Tamara replied. "Hey, I may be straight, but I'm not blind. Besides," Anita said, getting up to throw away the empty wine bottle, "she sure seems keen on *you*. I think she's crushing on you." "Stop it! She'll hear you!" "Hey, I'm just sayin'." "What are you 'just sayin'?'" Emily asked when she came out of Tamara's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of tight flannel pajama pants and a very low-cut, satin camisole. "Oh, I was just saying that I think you have a cr--" Anita began. "Anne!" Tamara yelped, cutting Anita off mid-word. Emily raised an eyebrow. "Uhm... OK. So, I'm on the couch, right?" "No, you're just standing there," Tamara joked. "You know what I mean. I'm going to go ahead and lay down, if you two don't mind," Emily said. Tamara and Anita got the hint and got up to go to their bedrooms. The lights were turned out and everything was peaceful... ... for a few hours. Tamara had fallen asleep within minutes of lying down, and her sleep was *not* dreamless. When she woke up at three in the morning, she was incredibly horny, a little sweaty, and thirsty. Quietly, she tiptoed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She opened the refrigerator and got the pitcher of filtered water, and left the door open as she poured a glass. Turning around, she saw Emily on the couch by the light of the fridge. Her thirst abated for the time being, Tamara stood by the fridge and slipped her hand beneath her shirt, shuddering the familiar strong sensations spread over her chest and nipples. Still looking at the dim figure in the adjacent room, she put the glass of water down and slid her other hand inside her panties. As Tamara's fingers began to probe her wetness, she saw Emily shift position a little. Emily was on her side, almost in a fetal position. Tamara continued to play with herself and noticed something strange: as her fingers worked in and out of her pussy, Emily's legs started to move. Her eyes were becoming more accustomed to the dim light of the refrigerator, and she saw that Emily was rubbing her thighs together in her sleep. It was so sexy that Tamara started rubbing her clit, and she came a few seconds later. But, she didn't stop masturbating. And Emily didn't stop wriggling around on the couch, either. Tamara saw her bring her hand to her crotch, and she couldn't be sure but she swore she could see Emily rubbing her pussy through her pajamas. When Emily rolled onto her back and let one of her legs drape over the front of the couch, though, there was no mistaking what she was doing with her hand. Tamara knew she probably shouldn't, but she slowly crept toward Emily, using her fingers to work up another orgasm. She held off until she was standing above her sleeping guest, and then she rubbed her clit quickly to elicit another climax. Emily turned her head a little, and Tamara noticed she was a sweating. She also saw Emily slip a hand into her pajamas. Tamara kept playing with herself as Emily started doing the same, and vaguely, Tamara remembered Kristi mentioning something about this tingling that would invade her pussy when she was eating Tamara or fucking her with her fingers or a dildo... and that's when it hit her. *I do have a magic pussy,* Tamara thought, remembering months ago when she'd first thought up the phrase during her first shoot with Kristi. "Magic pussy?" she whispered to herself. It sounded so funny that she felt an urge to laugh out loud--but she was able to cut it off and let out only a single snorting sound. Instantly, Emily's eyes opened. Tamara froze in place, horrified--to be caught masturbating was bad enough, but to be caught by the girl you were watching in her sleep? Before Tamara could react, Emily grabbed her by the shirt and brought her down to the couch. She slid one arm around Tamara's body and held her head with her other hand, and then brought the surprised college student's lips to her own. Her boldness was rewarded with a kiss that was as magical as the one she remembered from Thanksgiving break. Tamara got up from the couch and started to go back to her room, stopping when she heard Emily whisper. "Don't go, Tammy," Emily said quietly. "Please...." Tamara froze where she stood. Emily got up from the couch and walked around to face Tamara. "Don't go. I've been waiting for this moment since Thanksgiving... you don't know what you did to me." "Emily, don't," Tamara said. "I didn't mean--" "No. I have to say this. That was the best kiss I ever had, and all I wanted to do was what you said--I just wanted to relax, and go with it. I can still feel those words warm on my ear, Tammy. And you just left me high and dry. Well, not so dry... but now--" "Emily, I'm sorry about--" "*But now*," Emily said, "now, I finally get to do this. I've been with a few boys and even one girl since the last time I saw you. The boys are great, but the girl didn't kiss nearly as well as you did. Not even the boys can get me as wet as you did with that one kiss... I've tried being with a girl and it's not the same... but you... you're different. I know, it doesn't make sense. But... please, can we..." Tamara saw the girl was struggling, and used the pause as an opportunity to try and get out of the situation. "Emily, look, I need to go to bed and so do you. Let's--" "Can we go to your room? You're all I can think about, even when I'm with my boyfriend... being with you is all I've been able to think about... please, I want you... I need you...." The sight of the young woman begging to be fucked pushed Tamara's arousal to a new level. Abandoning her attempt to finish the night alone in bed, she said, "Well, since you put it that way...," and slid a hand into Emily's pajama bottoms. She cut off Emily's surprised gasp with a kiss and fingered the high schooler to a quick, small orgasm. Having given Emily a taste of things to come, Tamara sauntered to her bedroom. Emily followed. They kissed on the bed, and managed to take off each other's clothes without breaking their kiss for more than a few seconds at a time. Emily went down first, which surprised Tamara. She could feel the younger girls eagerness and inexperience. But, Emily did know a enough about eating pussy to get Tamara really, really close to a climax. Emily had been squeezing Tamara's tits and flicking her nipples with her fingers, but Tamara felt one of Emily's hands let go of one of her boobs and felt it trail down her body... and then off it completely. Tamara opened her eyes and confirmed what she thought: Emily's arm was tucked under her body, and Tamara just knew she was fingering herself. Emily's tongue got more active, and she was practically rubbing her face into Tamara's cunt, trying to get her off. The sight of such an sexy teenager doing that (even in the dim light provided by the only nightlight in the bedroom) was more than Tamara could take, and muffling a moan with a pillow, she shook violently as she came all over Emily's pretty face. "Oh damn, girl, you're not too bad," Tamara whispered. "Not bad at all. Now get up here and lay on your back. I'll show you how it's done." "Shut up and fuck me," Emily said as she flipped onto her back and spread her legs. "My pussy is literally on fire. It's like these sparkles of... damn, I don't know what... I've never been this horny before and I need you... please, lick me...." Standing at the foot of the bed, staring at Emily's slit, Tamara started to play with herself--and not lightly, either. Immediately, Emily twitched. When Tamara slid two fingers into her own pussy, she saw Emily start to twist and writhe on the bed. "God... oh please, get down here... please..." Emily begged. "What does... it feel like?" Tamara said, having trouble controlling her voice. Even after all those months, her hands still made it hard for her to maintain control. "I can... oh I'm on fire down there... it's like this... feeling... please, please lick me... touch me...." "How... about... now? *UNGH!*" Tamara said as she gave herself a nice orgasm. Emily's hips lifted off the bed, and she squeezed her legs together. "Oh God, how are you doing this? Fuck... it feels so... damn, on fire... so fucking wet... please...." Tamara waited for Emily to unclench her thighs and knelt between the teenagers legs. She then placed the tip of her tongue on Emily's clit. Emily was fought to keep still, but the feelings of unbridled sexual heat emanating from Tamara's tongue made it hard. Then, Tamara slowly slid two fingers into Emily's sex, smiling when she heard the younger girl's breath catch. She pulled them out, but let them rest right on her nether lips. "You'd better not scream," Tamara said, "or I may have to punish you." "Please... just... please just f-f-fuck... please...." Emily was having trouble getting the words out. When she felt the fingers plunge back into her, she stopped trying to speak and instead tried not to wake Anita. Tamara kept this slow fingerbanging up for a little while. Then, with one swift movement, Tamara sucked Emily's clit into her mouth a little and pushed three fingers into Emily's cunt. Emily gasped arched her back a little in response. Tamara flicked Emily's clit with the tip of her tongue while she finger-fucked her, and Emily's panting became more and more vocal. When Emily came, she could not suppress the scream. "Oh, now that's a bad girl... and I'm definitely going to have to do something about that." Emily couldn't answer with anything more than, "Oh God... oh fuck, yeah... oh.... sorry... damn, I just... came so hard..." "I think I'm going to have to find something to cover that mouth. We don't want Anne to get up, do we?" Tamara said as she got up to shut her bedroom door. She was about to grab the doorknob when she noticed a faint buzzing sound. Sneaking a peak into her roommate's bedroom (Anita's room was right by Tamara's and she'd left her door open as well), she saw her roommate above her covers. Her legs were spread wide, and Tamara could just barely see the white vibrator she was using on her cunt. Tamara went back to her room and shut her door as quietly as she could. *I definitely have a special pussy,* she thought as she looked at Emily. Sliding her hands to her pussy, Tamara used one finger to fuck herself and another finger from her other hand to play with her clit. "Oh fuck... fuck, please, please come back, Tamara... I promise I won't scream again... my pussy is going crazy, please, I'll be quiet...." Getting on the bed, Tamara positioned her pussy right above Emily's mouth. "Your mouth is going to be too busy to make much noise at all," she told Emily. And with that, Tamara descended on Emily's pussy, bringing the younger girl to her second of many climaxes that night. They fucked until the sun started to came up. When Emily was sure Tamara was asleep, she carefully got out of the bed, put her pajamas on, and slipped quietly into the living room. She covered up and tried to get some more sleep before Tamara woke up... or before Anita noticed that she wasn't on the couch. Sexually satisfied like she'd never been before, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. It would be up to her to explain to Anita why the refrigerator door was left open all night. * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2005, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: The Ice Cream Social Author: bobwhite Summary: Keith meets the new preacher in town and lets him know why all the local women are so well-endowed. Keywords: MF FF ORGY MOD MC MD The Ice Cream Social by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * * *Author's Note: This is a sequel to "It's Not Nice To Hit Keith," and although you don't have to read it to enjoy this story, you should-- the beginning of this story will make more sense if you do. Send feedback if you like it, and as always, enjoy! Special thanks go to William Pratt for his excellent proofing and suggestions. * * * * * * * * * * * "So, any other daughters besides Tera?" the man asked me. When I indicated that she was my only child, he laughed a little and added, "It's funny--all you preachers have pretty daughters. It's like a stereotype or something. She's absolutely gorgeous, even at seventeen. She'll break some hearts, won't she?" He slapped me on the shoulder and went away, mingling with the rest of the people at the ice cream social Kackenburg Baptist had thrown together for my introduction to the town. It was, upon reflection, the most fateful conversation I would have that day. Well, let me back up a little bit. I'm Rev. Samuel Johnson. My wife, daughter, and I moved to Kackenburg several months ago. While the details of why the Rev. Kevin Smith had to leave town so suddenly were... well, absent as nobody would talk about what happened on his last day in front of the congregation, I knew it had something to do with a man named Keith. A man, I should mention, who had just commented on my daughter. I caught up with him later, while everybody was eating some barbecue. He smiled when he saw me approaching, and the gaggle of women--all of them wives of some of the men also at the party--suddenly left, silly smiles on their beautiful faces. And that's another thing I need to explain: even though they were dressed in conservative dresses that did not show much flesh, any fool could see that the women--and the women older than 16 or so I'd seen in the town--were well-endowed. Impossibly so. The only females in the town who had small breasts were the little girls. And, I did not see a single fat woman anywhere. I saw some that appeared to be losing some extra pounds--their clothes were loose and having been a preacher for so many years, I know what a woman who is losing pounds looks like. But no obese women. Heck, there were no unattractive women at all in the town. Anyway, I was still new to this kind of beauty in such abundance when I went to talk to Keith, and when we were alone, I made a comment on it. I can't remember my exact words, but I was concerned that the women had spent a lot of money on implants that could have gone to better uses. I only made the comment because the women and men in the town had told me that's why every woman's chest looked the same. I hadn't asked anyone about it, but my suspicion was apparently obvious when I first arrived. My wife, a nurse, had even told me that the town was an hour out from a city that had a prominent plastic surgery facility. "Well, what's wrong with big tits?" he asked me, eying my wife up and down as she came over to give me a hug and introduced herself to the man I was talking to. The women in this town were drawn to this man, and it annoyed me a little that my wife was not immune to his... *charm*. My wife gasped at the sound of the word, and then blushed. I laughed nervously, admiring the man's gall; I hadn't heard talk like that since I'd been at seminary school. 'This guy is pretty ir-*reverent*,' I thought to myself, forcing another giggle. As I snickered, a woman in my field of view bent over to pick something up off the ground, giving me a view down her dress. In that position, I saw that the loose material that was so covering before just hung off her perfect frame now and I could actually see her breast hanging down... even the dark nipple was visible. Quickly I turned my eyes. And that made Keith snicker. "Heh! Rev, I gotta tell ya, I like my titties nice and big. I see you like yours regular-sized, and that's OK. To each his own!" he said. I looked at my wife. I'd been married long enough to know such a comment would be taken as an insult by almost any woman. But, she just blushed and looked at her own chest. Finally, she said, "Well, these are my husband's as much as mine. He's happy with 'em and so am I." Keith was apparently as surprised with her words as I was. We all laughed spontaneously at the incredibly awkward situation. Finally, I said, "It's just weird, you know? I mean, most of the women here are married..." "And now they're faithful, I can assure you," Keith added, somewhat cryptically. 'What does he mean by 'now?'' I thought before continuing. "Anyway," I said, "what reason do they have to get these implants? If they're so faithful, why try to draw other men's attentions?" Keith shook his head, almost laughing at a joke only he could hear. He came up to my wife and I and put an arm around each of us. My wife blushed some more and even flinched at the contact, but she sighed slowly to indicate she was fine. "I like you two. I really do. Invite me over for dinner--hell, maybe I'll consider going to church regularly," he told us. I never pass the opportunity to get new sheep for my flock, so I was about to ask him when would be a good day when my wife blurted, "Is Saturday OK? What do you like to eat?" He said, "Oh, I'm partial to salmon. It's the other pink meat, you know." He winked at me when he said that. I am famous for my smoked salmon, so I was taken aback when he suggested it... and the double entendre wasn't lost on me. Then, he shook my hand and gave my wife a kiss on the cheek. She'd been holding my hand and when he kissed her, I felt her tremble and squeeze my hand. I think I heard her stifle a small moan. And with that, he left. No goodbye, no nothing. When he was gone, my wife stepped around to face me, grabbed my other hand, and gave me a kiss. With tongue. Now *that* was a surprise, seeing as how we were in a large crowd. But it was what she said next that had me so hard that I had trouble walking for the rest of the event. "When we get home, I'm going to fuck your brains out," she whispered into my ear. Adding a playful squeeze to my suddenly rigid manhood, she hugged me tight and gave me another brief but wet kiss. Now, my wife is about as conservative as you'd expect a preacher's wife to be. But she is a hellcat in bed, and in bed is where she lets loose with that lovely mouth of hers. To say that she talks dirty in bed is an understatement. And when we got home that night, we counted the minutes to when we figured our daughter Tera would be asleep. Once we were pretty sure she was snoozing (or maybe it was that we couldn't wait another second), we quietly ran to our room and undressed so quickly you'd think our clothes were on fire. They weren't, but she was. There was no need for foreplay. She drew me down to the bed and guided me into her; I slid in easily. She wrapped her legs around my back, and her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard I was almost afraid she might squeeze it off. But it felt so good that I just started pounding into her with all my might. And quickly, I was rewarded with a shocked scream from her--and I say "shocked" because it seemed to surprise her that she'd cum so quickly. But cum she did. All over my dick, and on the bed. That scene repeated itself for what seemed like an hour--she literally came every minute or so, each time a little harder than the last. When I was too tired to go on and only halfway to my own climax, I rolled onto my back and she mounted me. For a few minutes, she faced me while she hammered herself down on my prick. After one or two orgasms, she turned around and rode me even harder, encouraging me to slap her ass as it bounced up and down on my crotch. I complied. And after too many screams and growls to count, my wife finally extracted the seed from my throbbing member into her velvety grip. She came again, thrashing on me and thoroughly soaking me and the sheets below us. We passed out later... on the couch. We were too tired to change the bed and barely made it downstairs. That was on a Wednesday night. I checked the clock right before I finally dozed off, and according to my calculations, we'd had a two- hour sex marathon. We'd never done that before. As the rest of the week passed, I noticed my wife acting a lot more playful than I had ever seen her. Behavior that she normally only did when nobody was around (to keep up appearances) was manifesting itself anywhere we went--kissing, brief gropes when nobody was looking, and even some filthy whispering into my ear when people were talking to me. And each night, we explored each other in ways that only a married couple should. (Hell, even married couples shouldn't do all the things we did!) And when Saturday came around, so did Keith. My daughter and wife were dressed nicely; maybe overdressed for a simple dinner with one guest but I did want to impress. I even wore a tie. Keith, however, was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt. I shrugged it off, though; some people don't take these little dinners very seriously. And besides, he was wearing nice jeans and a clean T-shirt, so it wasn't like he'd just come in from mowing the lawn. After the dinner (smoked salmon, a specialty of mine), my wife and daughter got busy cleaning up the mess (even donning aprons) and Keith and I retired to the living room. He sat on the couch and I on my recliner, and each of us was enjoying a nice, cold beer. After the expected small talk, I turned the conversation to the matter of his soul and if he was busy Sunday morning. "Well," he said, "I very well might be busy Sunday morning. But I wanted to talk about something that's been on my mind since the church party. Do you think that the women in this town are vying for the attentions of other men?" I wasn't planning on letting him drive the conversation to where I didn't want it to go, but I felt compelled to answer his questions. "Well, yes. Why else would they all do it? My wife wouldn't get larger breasts even if I could afford them because she's faithful to me." "So, your wife is *totally* faithful? Never cheated on you? Never will?" he asked. "No," I answered. I knew it for a fact. With a love like my wife and I had shared for the past fifteen years, there are some things you just know. "Well, I put it to you that your wife is such a slut that not only will she fuck the first man who asks her for a piece of ass, but she can't even keep her clothes on in another man's presence." He had a smug look on his face when he said that, and I decided that the conversation had gone on long enough. So, I stood up, walked over to him, shook his hand, and guided him out of the door. Well, that's what I meant to do. It turns out I was suddenly unable to stand. Or talk. When that realization hit me, the look of shock on my face made Keith laugh. "Look, you can't move or talk unless I let you. I'm in control here. You obviously love your wife and would defend her honor--I find that sweet. Unimportant, but sweet. Let's test my theory, though, just for laughs, OK?" I found myself saying yes before I could even stop my mouth from forming the word. Then, I called for my wife--loudly. "Cathy? Can you come in here for a minute?" She appeared at the door to the living room wearing the apron... and nothing else. My wife has a nice body but she never shows it off outside the bedroom, especially in front of our little girl and never in the presence of another man. She wiped the suds from her hands and, apparently unaware of the fact that she'd shed most of her clothing, asked me, "What do you need, hon? I'm kinda busy in there." Again, I was talking. "Keith here says that you'll fuck any other man who asks you. I told him you're faithful. Who is right?" She reddened at my language, but answered anyway. "You know I only have eyes for you. No other man will ever lay hands on me." The look on her pretty face told me she was a little insulted by Keith's comment, even though she hadn't heard it herself. She knows I wouldn't lie about something like that. Like I said, 15 years of marriage and you just *know* things. Keith spoke up then. "Well, we haven't exactly put you to the test. Let me try, and if I'm wrong, I'll apologize, leave, and be in church Sunday. If I'm right, then I'll be busy Sunday morning, like I said. But, what I'll be busy with is your daughter." I was fuming where I sat, but I could not move or even talk. My wife was clearly furious and went around to where Keith was sitting, raised a hand to slap him, but froze when she heard him speak. "Cathy, would you please pull my cock out and suck on it?" he said. She stopped her motions, turned around so she was facing me, cocked her head to the side, and apparently mulled the suggestion over in her head. After a few seconds, though, she shrugged and said, "Well, since you asked. Hmph. Funny," she continued as she took his penis out of the confines of his jeans and lowered her head to it, "nobody's ever just asked me before. Who knew I was so fucking easy?" And then she took him in her mouth. That alone was amazing, not because she didn't normally blow me--she did, and she was good--but his size was amazing. Easily nine inches long, and she took it all on the seventh or eighth plunge. "Oh, and Cathy? When you take me in your mouth--well, any man, I guess--you'll feel perfectly shaped dicks fucking your pussy and ass... starting... *now*!" I saw my wife's ass cheeks clench when he said that last word, and her hips began to grind against... well, against the phantom cocks, I guess. Nothing else was there, but she was moaning and speeding up her oral actions, and obviously approaching an orgasm. Then, Keith grabbed her head and forced it up and down more rapidly than she was capable of. She grabbed the couch on either side of him for support and the sounds of moaning and slobbering became intermingled as he fucked her face. With amazing control of his voice, he said, "Cathy, if you play with your clit, I'll shoot a load of cum in you and let you cum, too." One hand instantly reached down and began rubbing her love button furiously, and when he grunted with his orgasm, she shuddered and screamed with hers. Fluid leaked onto the floor and the hand she'd been using was very wet with her own juices. She stood up and swallowed his load, still playing with herself a little. She was about to go back to the kitchen when Keith told her to stop and look at his now deflated dick. She did. And when he snapped his fingers, it sprang back to life... larger than before. 'It has to be ten inches long!' I thought in amazement... and with a little jealousy. "It is ten inches long, Rev. You see, there are a lot of things I can control here. But you're distracting me." He turned to Cathy and said, "Now, get over here and plant your pretty pussy on this. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to take it all and believe me, you'll love it." She came over to him, faced me, and lowered herself onto his dick. "Tell him what it's like, honey," Keith said as she impaled herself on his huge member and started to pump up and down on it. "Oh god, honey! Mmmmm... it's so... so big... but it fits... mmmm, damn, honey, you're almost too big for me sometimes but Keith is huge and... oooooh, it fits, it's... perfect...." She couldn't even talk after that. My dick is larger than seven inches--my wife measured once. And in some positions, I go too far for her comfort. But she was taking this huge thing in her with no straining, no grimacing, and no apparent discomfort whatsoever. I watched as Keith's hands went up to her chest, and that's when I started to understand what this town was all about. As he caressed them, they began to swell. She had medium-sized breasts before--not really big but not really small, either. And, as with most mothers, they sagged somewhat after her pregnancy and the breastfeeding of Tera. But, they perked right up under his hands and clearly began to grow, right in front of me. "Cathy, listen. I'm making your tits bigger because I'm fucking you and I like big tits. But, when I do a boob job, I add this as a bonus." As he said that, he pinched her nipples and twisted them a little, and she screamed--but not in pain. It looked like the harder he pinched them, the louder her cries of passion and lust became. He kept this up while she bounced on his pole, the newly expanded flesh jiggling obscenely (well, as it could, considering he had a tight hold on her nips). Every now and then she'd stop her up and down movements and slide her hips back and forth, apparently savoring the slightly different sensations for a few moments before starting up again. The whole time, he just kept a tight hold on her tits, and she was cumming just from his torture of her nipples. As mad as I was, I had to admit that seeing that made me get hard. Probably sensing my thoughts, he slapped her ass and she got up. Then, she came to me, fished out my hard-on, and began to suck me as Keith came up behind her and took her, doggy-style. He slammed into her but she never lost control of her mouth or head, bringing me to the brink of orgasm quickly and never even coming close to accidentally biting or rubbing her teeth on me. When Keith announced his second climax with a loud grunt and powerful thrust, I too went over the edge and came in my wife's mouth. I'm pretty sure Cathy came, too--she was too tired to scream about it, though. That, and her mouth was full of my cum. I actually smiled when I saw her swallow it. I reached up and felt my wife's new assets, suddenly able to move again. Keith went back to the couch and carefully put away his "package." His smile was too smug for my comfort, but the wonderful fullness of my wife's breasts was too much of a distraction to allow me to get too angry. In fact, I discovered that I wasn't mad at all anymore. "No, you're not angry, Rev. I took that out of you for the moment. But, I'll tell ya what. Yes, I was right about your wife--she'll fuck anyone who asks. And, those new tits will certainly help her get more propositions. But, you undoubtedly don't want me fucking your daughter all day tomorrow... and, well, until I get bored with her." "What are you saying?" I asked. My cock suddenly sprang to life in my wife's hands--she'd rested her head on my lap and had been idly playing with it while her breathing calmed down. I looked down, and it grew to the size Keith's was a moment ago. "Tell ya what," he continued. "If you want, I'll take away your huge dick and her huge titties and leave you all alone. I'll even go to church. But, if you want to keep your new toys--and it is a toy, 'cause it'll get hard anytime you want it to and those nipples are always 'on'--just let me have your daughter for Sunday. She's cute." It was a horrible thing to say, and a horrible thing to put to a married couple with a child. Give my daughter to this... this... this sexual demon? With just a pair of tits and a superdick for trade? I sighed. Forcing my mind to rationalize the fact that he would take her anyway if he wanted, I decided to go with option B. I kept telling myself, 'He'll do whatever he wants anyway, might as well get some benefit out of this.' And that thought made me sick... and somehow, horny. I was ashamed for even considering his proposition. It's not the right thing to do by any stretch of the imagination. So, I repeated that phrase in my head over and over again. 'He'll do it anyway, he'll take her, just agree or who knows what he'll do....' "You're right, Rev. I will do what I want. But I tell ya what: I'll leave you with your improvements and I'll even make it so Cathy will never cheat on you, ever. Does that help?" Keith asked. I nodded, finally *accepting the inevitable*. At least, that's what I told myself I was doing: accepting the inevitable. But... there was no way I was going to survive as a preacher when my wife fucked anyone who asked. "Good. Enjoy your tool and her hot buttons. Hell, tittyfuck her--she likes it... now, anyway. Oh Tera? Come on, dear. Let's go." Tera came out of the kitchen, completely naked under her apron. I had actually forgotten she was in the kitchen with Cathy when she--well, apparently when both of them--got undressed! Keith stood and went to her, undoing her apron and dropping it to the floor. He turned her to face us and got behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Mom? Dad? Where's my dress? Why can't I move? Why are you letting Keith to touch me? What... oh my God, you're naked! Mom, your tits! I mean, knockers! Fuck, I mean hooters!" Tera yelled, unable to cover her mouth or even speak properly in front of her parents. Keith slipped a hand in front of my girl's pubic mound, and all the hair there fell away. "The hair removal is permanent and an added bonus, ladies. Neither of you will ever have to shave again," Keith said as he slipped a finger into my daughters snatch--but only a little. "Oh, a virgin. You will be a delight, Tera. Let's go." Tera walked to the door and my wife stood up, probably to stop her. But she froze in her tracks and looked down--her tits got a little bigger and all her body hair fell off. Keith smiled. "Hey, a deal's a deal. She's mine till tomorrow evening. Oh, and I almost forgot. Tera, be honest: do you want bigger breasts, to make the girls at school jealous?" It was a crazy question. The other girls at school had large breasts for their age; Tera's would have to be huge to make any girl jealous. But, she nodded her head and said, "Of course. What girl doesn't want a nice chest?" And she looked down just in time to see her breasts swell into plump globes of bouncy flesh. She reached up to feel them to see if they were real, and then she pinched her nipples. Judging by her squeal, I guessed that Keith had granted her two orgasm knobs--just like he'd given my wife. Her boobs looked exactly like my wife's, in fact. Cathy even tells me that they both wear DD bras when they go out of town. (No female in town wears a bra, but you probably guessed that.) I know now that Keith made us forget about our daughter as soon as he was out the door with her. Cathy and I fucked like crazed animals in heat for the rest of the evening and all night long. Hell, it was a struggle to stop long enough to get dressed so I could get in front of the congregation and give my first sermon. The deacon who had been filling in was happy that I was on time, although he was a little dismayed at the fact that my wife couldn't attend. I told him she was sick, but in truth, she had no clothes to wear that would fit and be appropriate for church. After the service that Sunday, only a few people asked about my daughter and wife's absence. That scared me a little at the time, but not because of the town's apparent indifference to the fact that the new preacher's wife and daughter weren't at church on his first day at work. After all, Keith had put his finger into almost every pie in town. Even mine. *And my daughter's*. No, what really scared me was the fact that, during the service, Tara *was* there. Nobody saw her. Like I said, a few even asked about her--but she was there. She sat, naked as a jaybird, at the end of the front left pew. As the first part of the service went on, I noticed several teenagers exchanging seats with people who had been in that pew. It was weird to see seven teenagers sitting up front for church, but I kept on with the sermon and was about to have the choir start a song when Keith walked up to me. "I know I said I'd be busy with her. But, we had so much fun that I thought I'd let you see how talented your little girl is... now. Don't worry, though. Unlike that asshole you replaced, I like you. I really do. So, nobody will notice what she's doing. Or, maybe they will and just won't talk about it or do anything about it. I'll let you worry about that. It's show time!" When he said that, I was less worried about the fact that he'd seemingly appeared out of nowhere to talk to me than I was about my daughter's sudden squeal. I looked around and nobody appeared to have heard it. Looking back at my daughter, I caught her masturbating and looking to her right. The boy who had been sitting next to her was getting a blowjob from the girl next to him! From what I saw, she was pretty good, too; her tongue would slip out every now and then and tease his shaft while she sucked on his head. The boy sure looked like he appreciated her efforts, anyway. By the time the mystery girl had gotten her blouse and skirt off (not easy when your lips are wrapped around cock, I'd imagine), my little Tera had three fingers in her own dripping, wet sex and was twisting her nipple with a free hand to elicit a loud orgasm. (It seemed to go unheard, too.) The girl who was giving the boy some oral satisfaction was a knockout, perfect ass and tits (to be expected, I know now) and very agile. She shifted from her original position at his side and was between his legs in no time, pointing her glistening folds in my direction. Somehow, after the choir was done, I found myself giving the next part of the sermon on autopilot as my attention was focused on the scene in front of me. And when Tera got up and approached the girl's ass, I got a little worried... and curious. Tera looked briefly at me, and the look on her face was one that you'd expect to see on a skinny girl who had just been told she could eat all the chocolate she wanted and would never gain an ounce. She even licked her lips, winked at me, and then turned around to kneel behind the girl, bringing her face to the other's pussy and ass. After what I imagine were a few tentative licks, I guess she found the taste appealing because she plastered her face into the girl's behind, licking and slurping and making the girl in front of her moan into the dick she was sucking. I saw Tera snake a hand down to her pussy to enter it with as many fingers as she could manage. She draped her other arm over the small of the back of the girl whose bottom she was cleaning. I think I even saw the girl in front reach down to play with her own clit, but my view was obstructed. Before I was far into the sermon, I called for another song. After the first verse, I heard the mingled screams and grunts of the threesome in front of me, and by the looks of them, they'd all just cum. The girl who blew that guy turned around and kissed my daughter, and I can only imagine what was in her mouth at the time. They fondled each other a little as the kiss went on, pinching each other's nipples to see who would cum first. The girl did, so I guess Tera won. In a weird way, I was proud. Then, I noticed some movement over to the left of that scene. While the freshly blown kid idly stroked his softening penis ('It's much smaller than mine,' I thought with a guilty twinge of pride), the remaining three boys in the row all got naked. And hard. Tera walked over to them, swaying her hips seductively and running her hands all over her now perfect body. She teased them with light touches and quick gropes, and they were begging to be the first in line for what she was obviously going to offer. Surprising all three of them, she stood on the pew, putting her pussy right in front of the middle boy's face. He didn't need to be told what to do and leaned forward, tongue already out, and began eating (with gusto) the hairless snatch presented to him. The other guys watched and stroked themselves, enjoying the scene. The girl on the very end of the pew even got up and undressed. Not only were her tits pretty big (but not as big as my girl's were), but her nipples were pierced and a short stud ran through each one. She curtseyed facing me, and promptly turned around to grab the boy's dick. The boy who was eating my daughter out, that is. Still standing, she started to pump it slowly and leaned forward to lick my girl's asshole. By the time the song was over, I had stepped back up to the pulpit to continue the sermon. Again, I was seemingly on autopilot. As I talked about... well, whatever was written on my sermon note sheet, my girl was grinding her hips onto the faces beneath her, and probably pinching her nipples. I say this because even though her back was to me, she kept her arms in one spot near her chest--and she would yell or scream (or sometimes grunt or moan) every so often. Then, the pierced girl walked away from the scene and Tera slid down the boy's body. She kissed him deeply and guided his hard-on into her more-than-ready cunt. The boy who had gotten the blowjob earlier was now pretty busy fucking the girl who'd blown him, and the girl he was fucking reached down to her purse and pulled out a small bottle of something. The guy sitting between the copulating kids took the bottle and smeared the liquid from it all over his still-hard and probably aching dick. While he did this, the boy on the other side (who had been sitting next to the girl with pierced nipples before she... well, I couldn't see where she had run off to, not that I was about to turn away from the debauchery) stood up on the pew, pointing his member at my girl's face. And she inhaled it like nothing I've ever seen. I have to admit, Tera has always been good at everything she's done and this was no exception. She could bounce on the man below her and suck the guy to her side with an efficiency and allure that most porn stars probably never know. And when the only guy who hadn't gotten any finally came up behind my daughter and eased himself into her ass, I heard her moan loudly and saw her speed up, not waiting for the boys below her to do anything. *She* was fucking *them*, not the other way around. Right about then, I realized that I should not be admiring the scene in front of me. This wasn't right; I was actually feeling pride by watching my daughter please three guys at once! My mind whirled, trying to figure out my sudden complacency, but before I figured it out I felt a tug at my pants. Remember that girl with the pierced nipples? Well, she was now on her knees in the hollow of the podium, unzipping my pants... and fishing out my enhanced manhood. I then discovered that I was on autopilot. I tried to object or even move away, but I just stood there and allowed this pretty girl to give me the best blowjob I'd had to that point. As I continued to talk, I realized my sermon was about adultery. And when I began thrusting my hips into the girl's face, I suddenly understood that Keith had really fucked with my head. This adultery sermon, complete with a public orgy for my eyes only, was probably his idea of a joke. I looked around and saw that everybody was still oblivious to what was going on. My daughter, pressed between two sweaty guys, continued to fuck them with every bit of strength and speed she could muster. The guy she was blowing was literally fucking her face, just like I was doing to the girl on her knees at my feet. I sensed that the end of the sermon was nigh, so I sped up my actions. I shot out a spurt of cum that my little cocksucker swallowed whole. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my girl hung limp over the boy beneath her, and the one who had been fucking her ass pulled out and flopped down on the pew, right where the guy Tera had been blowing was standing. He stumbled a little but managed to get his balance and sat down, bending over to sort out the discarded clothing in front of the pew. I seemed to gain control after that, and I started the prayer to end the service. As I did, I looked around discretely and found that the kids in the front row were getting dressed--except for my daughter. She weakly picked herself up and approached me. I extended the prayer, suddenly afraid that Keith would let everybody see her. She whispered to me, "See you tonight, Daddy. I have a lot to do!" and walked out the front door. I still don't know where Keith was this whole time, but that's probably what he wanted. Oh, we got Tera back late Sunday night. She was naked and appeared to be freshly-fucked. She did have a message for us, though. "Keith wanted me to tell you that he's not going to fuck with us anymore since we were so nice and didn't hit him. But, he wants me to warn you that I'm going to work hard and hopefully turn into a slut. A super-slut, that is. I'll fuck anybody I can, even girls, if they show enough interest and can get me alone where nobody can see." I was about to say something about that, but she interrupted me with a burst of high-pitched giggles before I could do more than open my mouth. "You know," she said when she stopped laughing, "I mean like a quickie in a car on a country road, a blowjob in tent on a campout, some nasty float trip fun, an orgy in a field, or something. Oh, and he said he did that to me because, like, every preacher's daughter he's ever known was a slut deep down inside. He likes you and stuff, so he thought he'd make me tell you. He also said not to try to stop it 'cause I'll only get worse if you do." She laughed again and added, "I can't wait to be a slut! I had so much fun in church... haha this is going to be great! Thanks for having Keith over for dinner, dad!!" Then, she kissed and hugged me and my wife and ran upstairs. Well, it's been months since that Sunday and Keith was right. Tera sneaks out of the house and has been caught fucking guys two times by the police. Thankfully, they just drop her off here. We all go to church and everything else in our lives is pretty much normal, all things considered. We're up to three bottles of anal lube per month, and we've learned to control the screaming enough to stop waking up our little girl (when she is home, that is). To be honest, I don't know if I like Kackenburg or not. Well, that's not entirely true. It's just what I say to myself so I can sleep at night... after fucking the wife's brains out. * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2005, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: How Porn Brok Into Tamara Divine, Chapter I Author: bobwhite Summary: The tale of how a sweet, innocent Midwestern girl became one of the most famous porn stars of all time. Keywords: MC FF MOD FD How Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Chapter I by bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * *Author's Note: This one has not been an easy one to write. It's taken longer than I wanted, but it's finally done. Flibinite, Born Blitzed, and William Pratt deserve credit for their help in editing this story, so if you do find a grammatical error, blame them--it's their fault. ;-) Feedback is appreciated; tell me if you love it, like it, or hate it.* * * * * * * * * * * In her three previous years at Central Illinois University, Tamara had never attended any of the school-sponsored "Get to know each other" galas, as she mockingly called them. She had lived in dorms for those years, and having living quarters assigned was just one nice thing about this particular school. But, she wanted some room to stretch for her senior year--this was her fourth year of an involved Business curriculum, and it promised to be the hardest yet. So, she found an apartment in nearby Springfield; but by her estimation, she'd run out of funds several weeks prior to her finals. She knew she needed a roommate, and this was the best place to find one. As she drove to the event, she was concerned about her appearance. *How do people dress for these things?* she asked herself. She'd dressed up enough to impress but not so much as to appear overdressed; her long, blonde hair was done up in a nice ponytail and she wore a button-up blouse and some really nice jeans. When she got to the parking lot and exited her car, she glanced down and straightened her outfit. *At least I won't intimidate any girls with my chest,* she thought as she fixed her clothes and walked to the door. *You'd think that I'd be used to being this skinny by now.* She walked through the doorway and into the main lobby, which was a sea of smiling faces. After meeting more people than she could ever hope to remember, she wandered over to where, according to her invitation, she could find women seeking roommates. And that's when she met Jeff. "Pardon me," she said as she bumped into him. He was not as tall as she was--she was nearly six feet tall and skinny, he was a few inches shorter and well-muscled under his casual clothing. *Reminds me of John... mmmm, I'd like to climb this mountain,* she thought. She took in the sight of this stranger, the one who was openly leering at her-- and for some strange reason, that was not bothering her in the least. "It's my fault. With a lovely lady like you walking around, I should watch where you go!" he joked. It was corny, but Tamara found it immensely amusing, and they began to talk. She didn't know how long they talked, or what they talked about. She did mention that she was in the market for a roommate, however. He, of course, jokingly offered his services--and when she laughingly rejected that suggestion, he proposed that she meet someone he had just talked to, a girl named Anita Petershein, who was a transfer from a school in upstate New York and who was awash in old money. He introduced them. After just a little bit of small talk, they seemed to "click"--to Tamara, it was almost like meeting a best friend for the first time. Seeing that all was going well, Jeff gave made an excuse to leave so they could get to know each other. Before he left though, he handed Tamara his business card, explaining that he was a talent scout and that if she needed any extra money, he might be able to set something up for her--if she didn't mind modeling. She had enjoyed being with him, and now trusted him enough, so gave him her cell phone number without hesitation. She couldn't quite remember, but she thought Jeff had kissed her goodbye before he left. Not long after she got home, Tamara decided to turn in for the evening. Her thoughts soon turned to the kiss she still wasn't totally sure Jeff had given her. *Definitely a better kisser than John,* she mused as she got in bed naked, something she never normally did. Thinking of her boyfriend, she let her hands roam her tiny tits (flat chest doesn't always mean small nipples; hers were erect and waiting to be pinched) and finally work their way down to her pussy. Several grunts later, she drifted off into sleep. Tamara called Anita the next day, and they agreed to meet at a local coffee shop to talk some more and see if they would be, as Anita put it, "compatible roommates." At the shop, Tamara and Anita really hit it off. Anita was a local to Springfield and commuted to school since it was so close. This was music to Tamara's ears, because even though she'd been at CIU for three pair of semesters, she had never really taken in much of the local scene. Anita laughed at this. "You're from Chicago, and you think you're missing a scene *here*? You're kidding, right?" Anita asked. "Hey, when you've done as much as I've done for the past few sessions, any activity is welcome--even skinny dipping at the lake," Tamara retorted, starting to giggle herself. "Trust me, that's not as fun as you might think. Not with the Boy Scout camp on the other side of the lake... hahaha those little fuckers and their canoes. That was the last time I ever did that! I wonder if they get a merit badge for Peeping on Cheerleaders...." "Well, at least you taught them something!" Tamara said, now laughing so hard at Anita's anecdote (which was making Anita blush) that she could not longer speak coherently. Several people looked in their direction at the disturbance to the normally quiet store. "C'mon, Tamara. I'll show you the town. You have five minutes, don't ya?" Anita said, getting up from the table. "My car's outside." Tamara smiled warmly back at her new friend. "Sure. Let's see what this town has to offer. While we're out," Tamara said, getting a little nervous at how to bring up the subject of rooming together (*Just say it--she was there looking for roommates just like you were!* she thought), "... uh, do you think we could, you know, stop by my place? I need to..." "Show me the place you want to room with me at, right?" Anita said, a bit more seriously but still smiling. "Uh, yeah." "Sure, no problem. I'd love to see it. Personally," she said, quieting to a whisper, "I can't wait to move out of my parent's house. And, they even say they'll put up my part of the rent if I find a place." It felt like a million pounds had been lifted from Tamara's shoulders. Relieved, she said as they walked out of the shop, "Call me Tammy." "And my friends call me Anne," Anita said as they got to her car. * * * * * * * * * * "Tammy, some guy's on the phone!" Anita hollered to Tamara, who was taking a shower. "Says his name is Jeff Derita!" Anita couldn't help but feel a little quiver of giddiness at the fact that, for the first time in the few months it'd been since she'd moved in with Tamara, a guy was calling for her roommate. Tamara, suddenly remembering him, stepped out of the shower and draped a towel around herself as she picked up the bathroom extension. "I've got it, thanks! Hello, this is Tamara Kubinski, is this Jeff, the model guy?" When she heard him laugh, Tamara realized her double- entendre. "Ha! Yes, it's me. Listen, you remember our brief conversation, right? About me looking for models?" "Uh, I guess so... funny, but until I heard Anne say your name, I forgot all about it... I guess I thought you forgot all about me...." Again he laughed."Lord, no. But, I have finally found something for you. It's a four-hour shoot, and you'll be in a bathing suit. It's for a catalogue for tall and slender women. You'll be perfect. What do you say?" "Well, I have some studying..." "It pays $500 cash. Under the table, so you don't have to claim it or anything." "Well... do I have to bring a swimsuit?" Tamara asked, suddenly interested. "No, we'll provide from wardrobe. Just bring your pretty self. We take care of makeup, hair, clothes, whatever. But... uh, you will want to get waxed... Brazilian style, if you know what I mean. Pretty much standard for models who do these kinds of shoots." Tamara blushed, but said, "Of course... I guess I understand. When?" "Well, before the shoot preferably..." he started. She interrupted him. "No, silly. When should I show up for the shoot? And where is it?" Once more, the laughter. "Of course. It's our studio at 1030 West Main Street in Carlinville. Be there at 8 AM sharp, this Thursday. Top floor." *What luck! No classes on Thursdays,* thought Tamara as she agreed and hung up the phone. * * * * * * * * * * When Thursday rolled around, Tamara borrowed Anita's car and made the trip south to where the shoot was scheduled. Once inside, she rode the elevator to the top floor. As soon as the doors opened, she was greeted by stylists, wardrobe people, the photographer, Jeff, and... another woman in a bikini. "Hi, I'm Wendy. We're shooting together!" the other woman, who embraced Tamara as soon as she saw her, chimed. Tamara found Wendy's hands to be rather warm, and for some reason, mildly arousing--Wendy was a pretty girl, but Tamara figured it had more to do with not having sex in months than anything else. Wendy then whispered warmly into Tamara's ear, "We're going to have some fun today, babe. First time?" Tamara was definitely getting a little turned on, and her brain tried to rationalize the situation as someone took her hair out of its ponytail holder. *OK, that's normal... no sex in months because John is in North Carolina; this girl is hot and even a straight girl like me sees that; I'm nervous and she's so nice... mmm... wake up, stupid!* The other model's voice and breathing, so close to her ear, was having the same effect as her hands, which were roaming Tamara's back. "Uh... mmmm, no, I've had fun before." A few nervous giggles later, Tamara introduced herself to the semi-naked girl who was still hugging her. "I'm Tamara Kubinski, but my friends call me Tammy." "Well, nice to meet you! You're in good hands. I'll see you on set!" Wendy said, pecking Tamara on the cheek and squeezing her body snugly before letting go. Tamara wasn't sure, but she almost thought the kiss had given her a tiny, little orgasm. *Now you're just being silly,* she told herself as the people directed her to her dressing area. Minutes later, she was made-up, stripped, styled, and squeezed into a teenie-weenie yellow bikini. She barely had enough time to properly adjust the itsy-bitsy garment over her body before the shoot started. It was little more than the two women prancing around and frolicking about on the faux beach set, complete with beach towels, beach balls, sand, umbrellas, and a nice ocean horizon backdrop. Several shots required the ladies to embrace each other. Tamara figured it was OK; she'd seen a lot of catalogues with those kinds of pictures so it didn't strike her as particularly odd. What *was* concerning to her, though, were Wendy's undeniably magic hands. They felt good anywhere they touched, rubbed, grabbed, or--a couple of times--spanked her. She really wasn't sure about the spanking or grabbing; she'd never seen girls spanking other girls or grabbing each other's asses in non-porno pictures. But, the spread was for a company that marketed bikinis, she rationalized. She rarely looked at any catalogues that sold only bikinis. *Besides... and maybe it is because I haven't had any sex for so long... but damn if this doesn't feel good! I know what I'm gonna do as soon as I'm alone for a few minutes tonight,* Tamara thought, almost reveling now in her feelings of excitement. No sooner did she finish that thought, though, than she noticed that the bottom of her bikini was very cold. *It's the fan... it's blowing on the wet spot I've been working on all afternoon!* she thought frantically. She hoped the yellow color wouldn't betray her obvious arousal any more than her clearly noticeable nipples would. She couldn't remember when her nipples had popped, but they were achingly hard and had been for some time. As the last few hours went by, she knew that waiting till she was home to "take care of business" began to seem a loftier and loftier goal. As the shoot wrapped up, the photographer shook each lady's hand, thanked them for being so beautiful and wonderful (Wendy, as soon as he was gone, whispered to Tamara that they *always* said that), and as soon as she could, she ran back to her little dressing area--and to the bathroom attached to it. Even though her dressing room consisted of little more than a small bathroom and a few tall barriers for privacy surrounding that bathroom (really, it was more like an office cubicle), she knew that she had to do something to quell the searing calidity that was threatening to burn through her bikini bottom... if it hadn't been completely soaked with her juices. She slid the bottom of her bathing suit down to her ankles, twirled around, and sat on the toilet in one swift motion. She quickly worked one foot free of the damp garment so she could spread her legs and, biting her lip so she wouldn't make a sound, slid a finger into herself with ease. Her pussy cried for more attention and she added another finger, using whatever part of her hand or thumb she could to rub against her needy clitoris. Just as she grunted in subdued but needed relief, she heard a man--she figured it was Jeff--ask, "So, did you have fun? Think about doing it again?" She blushed four shades of red, afraid he had heard her grunt. It was quiet, but Tamara knew that women who make that sound do it only for one reason--and she'd rather not have anyone know she'd been so turned on by playing around with a scantily clad woman all day that she had to hurry up and frig off in the nearest bathroom as soon as she was alone. Thankfully, as she walked out of the bathroom in the bikini, he wasn't looking at her--he was counting out five $100 bills. Slightly flushed with the arousal that had grown within her during the previous four hours, she quietly said, "Uhm... sure, I guess. It was fun. But, I have to go, so..." "Yes, of course. Here's your money. But, before you leave, I want to give you something else. Please don't move; this'll be over in a minute and you won't remember it anyway." Tamara complied and watched nervously as his hand went to her mouth, covering it. Normally, she'd pull away from him, to free her mouth and maybe even scream. But, his hand was pulsing with some kind of energy--at least, that's all she could think it was; it wasn't physically pulsating but she could just barely perceive some movement. Whatever it was, it seemed to be tied in with her not being able to move, though. But for some reason she wasn't frightened; and, when he took his hand away and held up a mirror, she saw that she was unharmed. "Use your mouth well, Tammy. Enjoy it as much as others will," he cryptically remarked as he walked over to where the photographer was gathering his equipment. Tamara, nervous and a little afraid, quickly went to the elevator. By the time it got to the ground floor, she indeed had forgotten about his hand on her mouth. But, the arousal was creeping back. The memory of the shoot was still fresh and it still was turning her on. And, there was something else. *Getting caught... shit, did he hear me? Did he know what I was... oh god... oh...* her mind ran while she got into the car and drove back to Springfield. The more she thought about how she almost got caught, the more horny she got. It just felt so... *dirty*. And for some reason, right at that moment, dirty felt *right*. Running into her apartment, she glanced around and saw that Anita wasn't in. *Thank god,* she thought. *I'm so damn horny I don't know if I'll make it to my room!* Sprinting into her room, she quickly undressed and jumped onto the bed. She got on her knees, burying her face in the pillows, and entered her wet pussy from underneath with a soft moan. Moving that hand to her clit, she moved her other hand over her back and fingered herself from above. She rocked and bucked in her doggy position (which she never used to masturbate, but the need was so great that it just seemed *right* this time), one hand attacking her clit from between her legs and two fingers from the other plumbing her depths from above her ass, focusing on her boyfriend John--muscular, sweaty, manly John. They'd fucked several times last summer, but he could not afford to visit during most of the school year. As her climax neared, she mentally drew a picture of him... his short, black hair; his muscular chest; that trim tummy; that nice blue bikini bottom that just seemed a little too damp in the crotch.... "Oh fuck!" Tamara screamed as she continued to work her clit. "No no no! I want John, I want J... oh... oh..." Try as she might, she could no longer conjure up John's image in her mind. All she could see was Wendy. She could smell that shoulder-length hair, and imagine grabbing a handful of it and holding her head still while she... *Stop it! What are you thinking about!!* Tamara screamed inside. Her self-answer came soon enough. *There's nothing wrong with checking her out a little. Those boobs look perfectly squeezable, like her ass. I bet they even taste good. I wonder if her nipples taste like her areolae, if she jumps a little when I bite them or if she just moans....* The image of the beautiful model she'd just taken hundreds of pictures with permeated her imagination. She imagined it was Wendy fingering her to an orgasm--and to top it off, Tamara found herself unable to stop masturbating. She was so close to releasing a climax that was hours in the making that she could not pry her hands away from her body for long enough to get that woman out of her fantasy. "UNGH!" she grunted as she collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and spent. She slowly drew her hands from her crotch and lay on the bed, trying to figure out what in the hell had just happened with her little daydream encounter with John... and Wendy. Sated for the moment, Tamara turned over and lay on her bed, relaxing and trying to sort out what had just happened. For the first time in hours, her arousal didn't return and she thought she'd dealt with the last of it for a while. Later that night, Anita and Tamara decided to watch a movie. It was one of the "chick flicks" they both liked. It was, as Anita told Tamara, a one-bottle movie; this meant that Anita and Tamara would drink at least one bottle of wine during the course of the movie. Sure enough, when the DVD player stopped at the end of the movie, their refrigerator was one and a half bottles of wine lighter and the movie channel they had been watching was showing a late-night soft-core porn. Late-night, soft-core, lesbian porn. Looking at the women, Tamara found herself getting aroused--again. *Thinking about girls twice in one day? What the fuck is this about?? I'm straight, dammit!* part of her fumed. She looked over to the other side of the couch, resting her eyes rested on Anita--whose body was driving her imagination crazy. *Why haven't I noticed how cute she is before?* Tamara wondered. She had to admit that Anita was hot... for a girl. She was shorter than Tamara and had long, dark brown hair. The hair matched her beautiful eyes, eyes Tamara found herself wanting to see flutter shut as her hands covered her roommate's breasts and squeezed... *Shit, not again! Stop it!!* Tamara's shrinking inner voice yelled. Instead, her imagination turned back to the heartbreaker coed sitting next to her. She wanted to grab a little of that hair and pull her friend in so she could introduce Anita's lips to her own. *I can't help it if my mouth wants to kiss ever inch of her perfectly dark complexion... damn, she's exotic as hell and I've never even noticed... and she's certainly enjoying what's on TV, maybe... maybe...* Tamara thought. Her answer came from within, again. *Just knock it the fuck off! You can't make out with Anita! She's... a* she*, for Christ's sake!* By that point, Tamara had been staring for quite some time and Anita had noticed. "Tammy, are you checking me out or something?" she teased. "Because, just so you know, I don't bat for your team!" "Oh, shut up! You know I'm straight. I'm just zoning, that's all. It was a long day." Tamara knew it was a lie, and was thoroughly embarrassed at getting caught gawking at her roommate. Anita turned her attention back to the TV. "Yeah, suuuuure. And you want to go to bed, right? With me?" She barely finished that before laughing almost uncontrollably at her little joke. "Oh, stop it!" Tamara mock-yelled. For some reason, the idea flashed into her head to try to take Anita to bed... but then it was gone. "You can whisper sweet nothings into my ear for this whole movie, honey, but it won't work!" And with that, Anita's head fell backwards as she went into a fit of giggles again. Giggling herself, Tamara slid over to Anita's side, put an arm around her tummy, and jokingly whispered into her ear, "Are you sure, babe? Don't you just find me so sexy? Let's kiss and make out and stuff! Mmmmmm... sound goooooood, doesn't it!" Strangely, by the time she was done whispering, neither one of them was laughing. Anita's laughter had faded when Tamara's mouth started whispering into her ear. She began to breathe a little more deeply and slowly. Tamara, her mouth still right by her roommate's ear, looked down at the girl's chest and saw that she was nipping. Not sure where the words were coming from, she said in her most smoldering alto, "Why don't we have some fun, baby?" and licked Anita's ear. At that contact, Anita shuddered and turned, facing her friend. They both looked like deer caught in headlights, but it was Tamara who moved first--she moved in for a kiss. Anita resisted at first, feigning laughter at the joke that (as far as she was concerned) was about to go to far. Tamara had already gone too far to stop, much to the surprise of both women. Anita didn't lean back nearly as far as she'd probably meant to, and Tamara found herself unable to stop moving towards her roommate. When their lips met, Anita seemed to instantly melt into the kiss, the muscles she was using to edge away from Tamara relaxing noticeably. One of Tamara's arms made its way across Anita's lap, and Tamara held her roommate as she continued the deep, hot, and wet kiss. Tamara felt the strangely encouraging change in her sudden partner's movements, and was confused by her friend's response. Even if Tamara was questioning her hetero credentials at the moment, Anita hadn't demonstrated that she had a single bi-curious bone in her body. Tamara was even more shocked when her own mouth opened mid-kiss, seemingly of its own volition. Her tongue snaked out and gently licked a line across Anita's tightly pursed but quickly relenting lips. After a few passes back and forth, Anita's mouth finally relaxed enough for Tamara's tongue to sneak inside. Once it became an official French kiss, Anita's body came alive. She arched her back, pressing her body into Tamara's. Tamara, lost in the kiss, had already shifted her position and practically straddling her friend. Anita's eyes, which she had managed to keep open for the first moments of the kiss, finally closed and she moaned into Tamara's mouth. This kiss was like no other, to both girls. Anita began to moan, her body writhing slightly under her roommate's as the kiss became more heated. This sent Tamara into a little frenzy of arousal of her own. Up to this point, she had simply experienced a wonderfully hot kiss, but not the other sensations that were making her roommate melt. The young women's motions became more animate, and Anita began to suck on Tamara's tongue. Tamara's clit and nipples immediately started to buzz in response. This tensed her muscles and forced her to take an even firmer grasp of Anita. She didn't even remember putting her hands on Anita, but they were holding her fast. Tamara's hands didn't stay there, though. They slowly slid from her roommate's shoulders and to her full breasts, squeezing them gently. Anita responded by releasing her lips' hold on Tamara's tongue and using her own tongue to explore the mouth of the suddenly frisky woman on top of her. The kiss defied any sense of time for the two women; it was an eternity squeezed into a moment that passed all too quickly for both of them. Their mouths began to search out other places to kiss and even nibble, and they hungrily necked, felt each other's tits and pinched each other's nipples. Tamara had even worked one of her legs between Anita's and was grinding her crotch on her friend's thigh. Anita responded by squeezing Tamara's ass and slapping it a few times while she nibbled on the neck and earlobe of the woman above her. Finally, a voice that was lost in the haze manifested in Tamara's head. *What the fuck am I doing? I'm making out with* Anita*?! Stop! She'll think I'm a* dyke*!!* She came to her senses faster than should have been possible, given the situation. Quickly releasing her lip lock on her roommate, Tamara sat back on Anita's lap, her jaw dropped in horror, arousal, embarrassment, and fear. "I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm so... so sor..." Tamara began, her head finally clear enough to realize what she'd done to her trusting--and *straight*--roommate. "Let's just go to bed, Tammy. Get up. We should just... you know, go to sleep. I think we're both too drunk 'n' tired to think straight...." Anita said, cutting off the last word. Tamara leaned back to see Anita's face, and they both nervously smiled at Anita's unintentional joke. Finally finding her voice steady enough to speak clearly, Tamara simply said, "Yeah. Bedtime. I'm going to go to the bathroom first, if you don't mind." Anita made no sound or movement, so Tamara stood up, went to the bathroom, and then quietly went to bed. On her way from the bathroom to her bedroom, she noticed Anita still sitting on the couch, her hand apparently lazily tracing circles on her right breast. Exhausted, Tamara went to bed, forcing herself to rationalize what had just happened as a combination of wine, fatigue and maybe a little of that "experimentation" thing she knew some other girls back in the dorm did from time to time. *Just an experiment. Just an experiment. A one-time thing that'll never happen again, no matter how much fun it was,* she told herself over and over again. Once in her room, she undressed and slipped beneath the covers, naked. Her hands flew to her nether regions, and she tried to bring a mental image of John--or any hot man--into her mind. She desperately wanted to get off thinking about a *man*, especially after what had just happened with Anita. With two fingers in her pussy and the other hand attacking her nipples one at a time, she quickly came hard and very wet. Unfortunately, as she drifted away into slumber, she could not tell if she'd squeezed in an image of John among the images of Wendy and Anita taking turns with her. By morning, it didn't matter. She woke up with a satisfied smile. That was all that was important. * * * * * * * * * * The next month passed somewhat normally, although the stresses of school were getting to Tamara--she'd finally realized that her long hair was falling out a little faster than it normally did. She'd always had long hair and knew that it always looked like a lot of hair came out with each shower, but she could tell the difference when her hair started looking shorter day by day. And, her roots seemed to be darkening. That was something she had not expected; she knew stories of women whose hair went gray or fell out when they were really stressed, but she was a natural blonde and she had never heard of anyone's hair getting darker quite like this. Less troubling, but even more mysterious, was the fact that her clothes were starting to fit poorly. It took a couple of weeks for her to be sure it wasn't related to her period, but she finally realized that her breasts were finally starting to grow a little. This may have worried some people, but Tamara was happy to see this "development." However, even though she thought it a good thing, Tamara was a little annoyed when she eventually had to give up on even her oldest, loosest A-cups and graduate to a B-cup. The only alternative was spending the rest of her college days wearing increasingly tight sports bras. *Heh,* she thought as she bought some new bras from a nearby discount store, *this is the first B I've ever gotten in school.* She also bought some prettier panties; her old ones weren't fitting well. Whatever was making her breasts swell slightly was apparently rounding out her fairly flat ass, too. Tamara was a little less excited about that at first. But, Anita had noticed and said something nice about it, and that made Tamara feel good. A little too good, she thought at the time, but good nonetheless. Tamara had hoped her waning feelings for John were the cause of what had been troubling her since the night she and Anita had made out. And, while the inevitable breakup was likely to be a much needed relief, it didn't lessen her feelings of unease about the whole "affair." She'd knew been noticing more girls than boys lately, and had to divert her eyes from Anita more times than she cared to think of since "that night," as Tamara now thought of it. One thing that was definitely bothering her was how easily her mouth seemed to home in on many pretty girls. It was as if her lips were drawn to the girls she knew, especially the cute ones. She found herself changing the topics of conversations just so she would have an excuse to, say, whisper in a girl's ear. Or, give her a "fake" kiss on the cheek to tease the guys. She would see them take a deep breath when she did things like this, and then she'd keep doing it, telling herself she was just trying to prove that the deep breathing (and sometimes, mild shuddering) was a fluke, a coincidence. Tamara never quite convinced herself of her own motives on that one, though. And she had found out that during her study groups in the library she was very persuasive with other women--especially if her mouth was near the ear of the girl she was talking to. It was like they *wanted* her to whisper to them; they would often lean toward her mouth, ear-first. That really amused her, but whenever she noticed it happening too often, she repeated to herself that it was utter madness. *I have to be making this up,* she'd tell herself. *It's just been too long since I got any.* And again, she'd keep doing it to see if the reaction and willingness to go along with almost any suggestion was a fluke. Tamara went home to Chicago for Thanksgiving break, and once there, she met up with John. They had a long talk about--what else?--the difficulties of a long-distance relationship, and they decided to see other people. Tamara knew John had suggested this because he felt that it was what she wanted--she'd found herself somewhat distant from her high school friends and her family during the entire visit, and the one time she kissed John on that visit, she felt that the spark wasn't there anymore. She knew she still liked him, and they would probably always be friends--but like her old bras, he felt like something she'd outgrown. When she went to John's family's house (a few blocks from her childhood home) to get some of her old things that John had told her she should pick up, she saw Emily, John's sister. She had apparently just been jogging, as she was still in skin-tight shorts and a sports bra-like top that accentuated her small but perky bust. Shaking her head to clear the already-forming impure thoughts, she said, "Hey, John said I had some old stuff here--can I go to his room and get it?" Being face-to-face with the teen (*She can't be more than 17,* Tamara thought), she saw the familiar shudder and deep breathing that she'd seen dozens of times over the past month or so. But, this time she was looking directly into the girl's face (which she rarely did when she tried this "trick" at school)--and she could have sworn she saw a flash of arousal. Just a flash. "S... Sure, do you know where it is?" Emily stammered. Walking past her and into the house, she stopped short and decided to have a little fun with the girl. The teen was still looking out the door and Tamara leaned over and said into her ear, "Yes, honey, I know where the bedroom is... would you like to show me anyway?" *Oh, you are so bad! Stop it, you know what that does to girls!* she thought to herself. And, right at that moment, she realized that she *did*, in fact, know what this did to girls. That disturbed her a little deep down, but only for an instant. She was just having too much fun with the cute teenager to stop. *I'll just see how far this goes. I'll stop if it gets too... weird.* As expected, the confused girl shuddered again and led Tamara to John's old room. Emily stood just inside the door to her brother's room and watched Tamara grab a small duffel bag. It held a few of Tamara's old personal items that she hardly cared about anymore, but they were still hers, all the same. Tamara took the bag, looked inside to see what all was in it (she had a vague idea, but was honestly curious at what things of hers John had accumulated over the years they'd been together), and headed back to the door. Right before she walked through the door, though, Tamara suddenly realized she was alone with a woman--no, a *girl*--for the first time in a month. She'd made it a point to avoid being alone with one because of what had happened that last time with Anita... and what might have happened if she hadn't come to her senses when she did. She still couldn't help thinking about either Anita or Wendy (or both) when she touched herself to ease her steadily increasing libido. *Yes, you're horny... very horny... just walk out the door and leave... walk out the door... the door... all alone, I have time for a quickie... no, leave the girl alone... we are alone... don't do it... don't... she's just a kid, leave her alone! You can get off when you get home... just... go... you've never even been all the way with a girl... stop...* Tamara walked past Emily to the door of the bedroom, and then closed and locked it. Still facing away from the door, a suddenly nervous but still slightly aroused Emily asked sheepishly, "why did you do... oooooooooh, that... mmmmmmm...." Her head fell back and to the side as her question was cut off by a swift and precise kiss to her neck. When the mouth moved to her earlobe and gently nibbled it, Emily felt her hands and legs begin to shake. "Shhhhhhhhh," Tamara whispered into Emily's ear. "Just relax, go with it...." She used her hands to support the trembling Emily, who melted into Tamara's embrace. "Yessssss...," Emily trailed off as she felt Tamara's hands roam her body, building her need and heating up her pussy. Emily was not experienced with any kind of sex, but she had been kissing since she was 15. Too far gone to care that she was being kissed by a girl, Emily moved her head so that she could press her lips against Tamara's. Their mouths opened almost simultaneously, and their tongues met and danced. Emily's eyes opened briefly when Tamara grabbed her breasts, and they rolled up and closed when she felt one hand sneak down to her backside. Tamara grabbed Emily's ass and squeezed firmly, surprising the teenager a little and making her force her tongue into a frenzy of action in Tamara's mouth. Tamara sensed, though, that if she didn't cut this short, Emily might just fall to the floor; her legs were trembling and Tamara realized that she was supporting the girl with her hands. *Hey, get out of here now! You're making out with your ex's* sister*!!* Startled at the sudden return of her conscious, Tamara pulled back from the kiss and took a long look at Emily, who was wobbling dizzily with her eyes still closed and her tongue slowly licking her lips. Not wanting to get caught playing with her ex-boyfriend's sister in their house, she leaned in and whispered goodbye to Emily, hoping to make a hasty exit. But it was not to be. She licked Emily's ear--sliding the tip of her tongue into Emily's ear for just an instant. Emily moaned and sank to her knees, kneading her breasts in obvious need. But Tamara regained her self-control just in time and unlocked the door, ran out of the room, went to her car, and drove to her parent's house. A combination of guilt and giddiness played on Tamara as she drove. Guilt, for knowingly playing with and even making out with Emily; and giddiness, for actually enjoying apparent control she had over the young woman. But behind all that was confusion. *What's wrong with me! I'm not even like that with boys!!* she thought over and over again while the scene at her ex-boyfriend's house played over and over in her mind. As she neared her family's home, though, she forced herself to think about her family. Soon, the event was filed away neatly in the back of her mind, and she enjoyed the remainder of her visit free of Sapphic activities and inner debates. The rest of the holiday went along as all the others before it had. * * * * * * * * * * After getting back to school, she got another call from Jeff--and she found herself excited and hoping that there would be another shoot in the works. "So, how are ya doin', kid?" he asked. "Oh, I'm fine." "Good. Listen, I have another shoot lined up, and we need a girl like you in it. It does have another woman in it, just like the last one. But, there's one little detail you need to know about before you agree to do it." "Yes?" Tamara asked, excited at the possibility of working with Wendy- -or some other hot model--again. Instantly chalking that desire up to just wanting to work as a model again, she thought, *I would love to do that again... I bet I could really get into it. All models have to do this at some point. Nothing sexual at all, just some extra money.* She then realized that she'd been daydreaming and not listening to Jeff. "... and again, your body shape is what we're looking for. I just reviewed the last set of photos and we'd like it if you could trim your hair down a few inches or so, but other than that, you're perfect for this project. It's for an underwear catalogue in Europe," he continued. "It's not distributed in America, but... uh, well, I'll just come out and tell you: the work requires some topless photos, as some of the lingerie won't cover your breasts completely. It pays quite well," he quickly added, "to the tune of $2000 for another four hours of work. But, like I said, it *is* topless. I will completely understand if you aren't interested...." "Well, you might remember that I'm not too top heavy..." Tamara said, stalling. She was awash in feelings of fear, nervousness, and intense arousal mixed with anticipation. "You're not completely flat, right?" he asked, in a way that Tamara almost thought suggested he knew the answer. Tamara knew such a comment should bother her, but for some reason, it didn't. "No, I wear a B cup. Not big, but not flat." "Well, we're looking for women with small and large busts. The company likes diversity." "Well, my hair has been... uh, well," she said, trying to avoid saying some thing like "it's falling out" but wanting to let him know that her hair was easily eight inches shorter than he remembered. "... It's not as long as it was, and I'm seeing some dark streaks here and there, which is weird because I'm a natural blonde... I mean, would..." she began to ask, nervous suddenly that she would not be pretty enough for the other model or the company, and trying to find a way to describe what was happening to her hair. "Tammy, you'll be perfect. Like I said, we want you to trim your hair. If it's already shorter, then it's probably OK. You're hair is still about... what, somewhere between your shoulders and the middle of your back, right?" Surprised at such a good guess--her hair was long enough to reach exactly halfway between her shoulders and the middle of her back--she lightened and replied, "Yes, it is." "Good. If you can meet us Thursday the 16th at 8 AM sharp, same place as last time, that'll be great. Do you still have the address?" "Well, I do... but I haven't said 'Yes' yet." "Well, do you want the job or not?" "Of course I want it," she said, giggling. "See you Thursday!" As she hung up the phone, Anita walked into the apartment. "Hey Tammy! How's the family?" "Oh, fine," Tamara said, walking up to her friend to give her a "welcome back!" hug. Anita returned the hug for a few moments, having genuinely missed her roommate. That one night a month ago notwithstanding, they had become the best of friends. With a gleam of mischievousness in her eye, Tamara turned her head slightly and said in a clear, low voice, "Well, I'm tired and I'm going to go take a nap." And, she "accidentally" licked her earlobe. Anita's trembling was barely noticeable, but anyone looking would have seen her eyes flutter and shut for a few seconds. Tamara left her like there, taking one look back before heading to her room to take a nap. *She sure looks ripe for the picking,* Tamara thought. After watching Anita's eyes open, she sauntered to her bedroom, wiggling her hips as she walked just in case Anita was watching. She didn't even question her seductive actions towards the woman who was her roommate and friend. And when she did finally realize how oddly she'd been acting, she was more than a little alarmed that it took so long to register as unusual. Even then, she just figured she was having fun with this weird effect she was having on the women. Lying on her bed, she thought about the upcoming photo session. *I can't wait till Thursday,* she thought as she played her body like a finely tuned instrument, enjoying the morning the best way she could. A couple of orgasms later, she pulled her slick hands from her cunny and got up to take her morning shower. She didn't even notice that she had not even tried to think of John, Jeff, or any other man while she played with herself. * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2005, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Title: Hard Sell V Author: bobwhite Summary: The end of this story arc has Katrina helping Ted, and having fun in the process. Keywords: FF mc Hard Sell V by Bobwhite * * * * * * * * * * Author's Note: This is the final chapter of this story. It coincides with an early part of a new story I'm working on for the TEDS to call their own. Thanks for hanging in there! Shoot me an email if you're so inclined. Feedback is appreciated. * * * * * * * * * * (Katrina) It had been three weeks since my date with Ted. The date that wasn't a date. That night, he gave me a job to do, if I thought I could. And here I was, sitting in the waiting room of a church--of sorts--in rural Kansas. 'Not that there's anyplace in Kansas that's not rural," I mused as I waited for my meeting with the Reverend Timothy Reinhold. I'd already met with his wife a few times, as I knew I would do. Ted had prepared me well for what this would entail, thanks to four women like me who he would not talk about. And, while Ted had given me a good reason not to try to do anything with Rebecca "Please, call me Becca" Reinhold (the Reverend's wife), I found it hard to resist. The dossier described her as medium height, well-built, blonde, and altogether hot. And, very straight. Not that that was a surprise, given the purpose of this "church." "The Straight and Narrow Church of the Almighty," I said under my breath as I waited for my appointment. The idea of what this place was for made me sick, especially the pun in the very name of the place-- that in particular annoyed Ted. "Straighten arrow," he had repeated a few times, with a tinge of hate dripping from the words. I remembered that night at the restaurant, when Ted had told me about this place. I'd heard of these kinds of places before. Churches that "taught" things that I knew not to be true. Things like homosexuality being--through the word of Christ--a curable condition. A mental illness of sorts that affected confused men and women who had strayed from the Word. In short, a disease. I was doubly sick when I found out that, as far as the good Reverend was concerned, it was all true. He could cure it. "But I thought you guys didn't like it when people like me changed too many people to gay. Why does this bother you?" I had asked. He put down his fork, and looked down at his plate. I can't remember what he was eating but I remember that look--odd, because he didn't look me in the eye. "It's not about turning people one way or the other. Well, not usually. It's about preserving the status quo as much as possible without doing something drastic to all you mind controllers." "This guy is posing as a church leader, a religious figure. He's preying on people's praying. For a substantial fee, he will arrange a session to change any homo to straight. And the person being changed doesn't have to consent. He's quite powerful, in some ways." "But mind controllers aren't allowed to serve in any religious institution as a leader, deacon, or anything close to it. It breaks the constitutional guarantee of freedom of speech and is thus illegal. Even if he's doing what a majority of the population rather he would do, it's wrong. And we have to stop it." "Excuse me, miss?" some woman said, breaking my daydream. I looked up and played my part. "Yes? Is the man I'm supposed to meet here? My father told me I had to..." "He'll be a bit longer, ma'am. Here's another cup of coffee. I'm terribly sorry about the wait," she said. She was cute. Oddly, every woman here was somewhere between cute and hot. 'Strange for a man of God to surround himself with babes,' I thought. 'I wonder just how Godly this man is.' Ted had said that none of his group could do this particular job. The Reverend's partner, who specialized in gay men, had already been taken care of. But, Rev. Reinhold only worked with women. When I asked why he couldn't just make everybody think that an agent was a woman, he revealed the reason they need my help in the first place: securing "Device #17," which he used to prevent all telepathic activity within about a fifty foot radius, even from his fellow agents. It was stolen technology from Ted's organization, one piece of 29 that had been stolen; this would be the 14th recovered and I would be well paid for my efforts. Its function demanded they use a woman for this particular mission, as he'd developed a simple yet effective way of making sure no men could sneak in and undermine his operations. He kept on the move and they had trouble pinning him down--but he would come out of hiding for a woman who needed "straightened" out. Another woman, that is. The four before me had all been turned and married off to the most generous man in the "congregation." Nabbing them would draw attention, so they had to let them live their new lives as long as Reinhold possessed Device 17. I had been told in advance that he could tell if someone were actively resisting his influence--hence the decision to use me as the inside person; Ted and his cohorts informed me of my unusually high and seemingly subconscious powers of mental defense. I just might be able to beat him. None of the other women had my abilities, they told me. A beauty approached me as I sat in the waiting room. This wonderful creature was the Reverend's wife. I gave her the look I normally would have--she expected me to be gay, after all. I'd seen her before, when a coworker of Ted's, who called himself John but whose name was also Ted, had posed as my father and taken me to a meeting place where the Reverend and Becca met me. We talked. I left "John" and the Reverend alone to talk and pretended to make a call on my cell phone. That's when I got my first good look at Becca, and when I first decided that I would have to have her. I remembered pretending to talk on my phone while I scoped out the meeting place. It was a busy place, bustling with activity. Too many people around to search, which was bad for me because we'd all hoped we could simply apprehend him here. But, there was no way to track the device, and the man posing as the Reverend wasn't really him. That wasn't a huge surprise, but it did mean that we had to go ahead with the more dangerous (for me) plan. "Miss? Spacing out again?" the cutie above me giggled. I smiled at her and let my eyes drift noticeably down her body, pretending to look away for fear of being caught gawking. When I looked up, Becca was rolling her eyes--she'd seen this before. A lot. And she seemed to have a subdued but smug look about her face--she knew her hubby would set this lesbian straight. Straighten her like an arrow, as he put it. "Uh, yeah. Is he ready yet? And where is my dad? Why am I meeting this guy--I'm not really into the whole church scene, you know. I'm not sure..." I said, as convincingly as I could. "I know. Your dad is concerned about your... choices, that's all. And the Reverend wants to help if he can. Please, come with me." "Oh, I will, hon," I said, trying to sound like I was making an innuendo. Her smug look seemed to increase as she turned to lead the way. * * * * * * * * * * Just outside the room, I felt my head go a little... numb. Ted and his coworkers had prepared me for this mission as well as they could, and had warned me about this feeling. It meant there was a telepathic inhibitor nearby, and it was active. It was the same sensation I'd had at the first meeting. Once inside, Becca introduced me to her husband, who insisted on being called "Tim." I didn't see the device on his desk--Ted had shown me pictures, but said it might not be sitting out in plain sight--but it was definitely on. Thankfully, this meant that he was also unable to do anything. There was a closed-circuit security monitor on his desk, but it was off. He was smiling and holding out a hand, so I took it. "Pleased to meet you, Reverend." "The pleasure is all mine," he said with a creepy grin on his face. His palms were a little sweaty. It was time. Almost. I'd been given cup after cup of coffee, and I really had to make a quick bathroom break before we got down to business. "Um, before we do this... this whatever it is my dad wants me to do, where is your restroom?" "Please, use the private one. The door is over there," he said pointing to his right. I went in, did my business, washed my hands, and came out just in time to see him turn off the screen. Now, his look was all-business. "Please sit, Ms. Spellacy." I did, slipping off my heels, which were always too tight (they did make my legs look better, but I knew this would take some time). He continued. "Your father is concerned about some decisions you've made with your life." He grabbed my hand and held it between his in a gesture of faux compassion, matched by the equally fake look on his face as he stared into my eyes. "I understand that you're not alone in being... this way, the way you are. And you think you are happy this way. But God has no room for people who make this 'choice.' Your father just wants me to pray over you for a few minutes. He thinks it will help you make the right choice." As he finished that sentence, his hands let go of mine and he put them under his desk, presumably on his lap. "Look," I said. "I know what you think you can do for me. But this is how I am. I like me. It took me years to accept who I am, but I do. And if my dad can't accept that, then..." "Honor thy father and mother," he said as he made a motion with his arm. I heard a click, and the dullness in my brain went away. I held firm, not wavering when the sensations I'd grown used to came back in a rush. He, however, had to shake his head before he could speak again. "Please, you father loves you and has done so much for you over the years. Will you deny him a prayer?" It was almost believable. I could see how people would fall for this. And, checking, I saw that he was trying to make me accept it. I had to learn how to detect someone's intrusions to my mind, but I was a quick study and the lessons were paying off. "(sigh) No, I won't. Let's do this," I said. "For him." He smiled and told me to close my eyes and bow my head. I did. When he started his chanting, I felt him in my head again--but just as Ted had told me, I was able to resist him without fighting him. But, Ted had told me that I should play it safe and redirect the thought probe to some other target, and add something to it so whoever the new target was would not warn the Reverend. I looked up enough to see the Reverend's head was still bowed, his eyes shut tight. And still in the room, sitting in a chair with her head bowed, was Becca. Beautiful Becca. I used my brain to redirect the energy Tim was sending out--and it was a lot, damn him--to his own wife. But, first, I colored it a little. Becca flinched. She had felt the intrusion, just as most people would. But, I had sent along with it two words: still and silent. Becca opened her mouth and looked around, locking eyes with me. No longer worrying about Tim's efforts--they were all bombarding Becca and just going through me--I coyly brought a finger up to my pursed lips, silently telling Becca to be quiet. Not that it was necessary. But when I did that, she knew immediately that something was wrong. I looked into her mind as she tried unsuccessfully to do something about her husband's mental attack. They'd been careful--verifying for the last time that I was a woman with a camera in the toilet. They knew they only had to fear men, because the person who sold them the device told them only men would come after it. 'Never send a man to do a woman's job,' I thought at Becca. 'No... you can't do this, it's impossible... we checked you for the ability....' she thought, not yet putting all the pieces together. The Reverend was not disturbing us anytime soon; from Becca's mind I gathered that the process took about thirty minutes of intense concentration during which he never looked up. This confirmed the experiences of the women who had tried this before me. Knowing this, I held up my hand, showing her a silver ring around my thumb with a gem in it. It looked like a gem, anyway. 'This little ring blocked my powers temporarily,' I thought. 'I am indeed talented. I have 'the ability', as you say. And I need your help. You would like to help me, wouldn't you?' 'No... I belong to my husband, my faith, and I don't help... oh my god, what's happening?' she thought. Her hands had reached up and pinched her nipples through her shirt. I tweaked her mind to enjoy the sensation, and as the energy from Tim increased, so did the effect of my suggestion. 'Enjoying yourself?' I asked. Her fingers and thumbs were clamped down on her nipples, which were probably very hard by now. She was tugging on them, and as quietly as she could, writhing in her chair. She dared not make a sound, even the "silent' command I'd sent her earlier was being increased--thanks to her loving husband's efforts. 'You can't make me betray him!' she mentally screamed at me as the sensation of a tongue on her pussy began to make her legs open. 'I'm his!' 'Boy, you sure like to be owned, don't you?' 'That's not what I mean... I mean... mmmmm, please stop that!' she thought as one hand hiked up her skirt, exposing her pretty pink panties. They were wet. It's so easy to tell with cotton. She slid to the edge of her chair, exposing what was probably a beautiful pussy hidden behind a thin swatch of damp material. 'On the contrary. It is what you mean. But he doesn't own you anymore. I've already changed that. But, I'll play your game. Since you're so horny right now,' I thought as I made the hand that had adjusted her skirt slip beneath her panties, 'think of sex with your husband. Think about every aspect of it. His cock. His balls. His hairy chest. Sucking his cock. Everything.' I already knew that she'd done quite a bit with him in bed, much of it thanks to his influence. And, with my irresistible suggestion, she brought up every thing she loved about her husband's body. She was particularly enamored with his dick, which I guess was one of the larger ones she'd seen in her days. On her own volition, she began to masturbate. All she could think about was fucking her man any way he wanted her--and taking him in every hole she had. She loved his cock. She was straight and I suppose it was a good cock, for people who like that sort of thing. She adored that thing between his legs. And, I wasn't going to directly change that. I'd make her change it. 'I hate it when you think of a man in a sexual way. I especially hate it when you fantasize about having sex with a man. That displeases me to no end. You are making me angry just by thinking about sex with him now,' I told her mentally. 'I want you to keep masturbating, but you'd better think of something that doesn't piss me off so much.' As her hands picked up speed--she was inside herself now, and doing a great job of being quiet--she felt it. Sickness. A feeling of disappointing someone important to her. But, to her credit, she tried to keep the images of Tim's dick in her mind (and pussy, ass, and mouth). 'No... I like men... I... oh, no, what's... please, please... why should... I care what you... what...' 'You are displeasing me greatly. I am not happy. You want to make me happy, you just don't know it yet. But you'll figure it out.' She kept playing with herself, not aware that I wasn't going to let her cum. She was too horny to stop even I'd let her control her hands. But the sickness was getting to her. 'You're doing this to me! I'm... ahhh, I don't feel so... please stop...' 'You don't tell me what to do, Becca. That makes me even madder then when you think about guys.' The feelings in her increased and became quite intense. Tim was really pumping out some energy. I hoped that Becca would figure out what I wanted soon. 'I do like it when girls think about girls. When they think about licking my breasts, for example. Look at me. Look at my breasts.' She had not realized she'd shut her eyes. When she opened them, she saw that I had removed my shirt and bra. And, when she looked at my tits, the sickness faded a little. But, she was still thinking of that asshole's cock, so it started to come back. 'Stare at my breasts. Imagine kissing them, licking my nipples. Forget his dick for just a minute and just imagine worshiping these,' I told her with a little mental nudge--just a nudge. She put his cock out of her fantasy and forced herself to think of doing something she found disgusting--kissing a woman's breasts. And that's when she felt it. Her hands sped up as the euphoria shot through her very core. She was inwardly disturbed at this--she was feeling very good and thinking about kissing my tits, sucking them. 'See? That's the reward for obedience. Pleasure. You know the punishment for disobedience or otherwise not pleasing me. I know you can feel it. The more you are against what I tell you to do, the more ecstasy you will feel when you obey. Obedience is the key to your future happiness.' 'No... won't obey... aaaah!' her mind screamed as she refused me. The sickness returned, along with pain in her muscles. She strained to say something, to shout some warning at her husband. The harder she tried, the worse she felt. She was in tears before she gave up, and gained a little relief by clenching her jaw to avoid making any sound as the discomfort racked her body. 'Obedience pleases me to no end. It pleases me almost as much as you thinking about licking my pussy. You want to lick my pussy, don't you? That would make me happy. Look at me.' She turned to me, face trying to hide tears that would not stop falling. I had worn a skirt for this occasion, and I stood up and removed my panties with ease. I lifted my skirt while standing to give her a view of my picture-perfect pussy. She looked, and got some relief but not much. She was resisting the pleasure she knew would come if she thought about licking me down there. She was fighting. I like a fighter. It makes the surrender that much sweeter. And this one was fighting even thinking about me, even though she knew it would end her current torture. I picked up my panties and threw them to her. They landed on her chest. 'Smell them. Smell them and imagine having your face just inches from the source of that smell... from the focus of your obedience. From the source of your happiness.' She hesitated, and for a moment I thought she would throw up from the sick feelings twisting inside of her as she resisted. That hesitation didn't last long, though; she grabbed the panties, meaning to only smell them to gain a little relief. I knew she planned on using that relief to regroup and fight some more. But, she didn't count on how overwhelming the sensation of relief and pleasure would be. After all, doing this was something she felt was particularly disgusting. So, as I had told her, when she inhaled, she nearly gasped as a near- orgasmic wave of bliss washed over her. In her pleasure-drunk state, she did imagine how good it would be to kneel in front of my pussy and put her face as close as she could to my sex. She couldn't stop her mind from going there, such was the force of the bliss in which she was basking for the moment. And thinking of kneeling in front of my pussy sent another rapture through her, and her brain, learning subconsciously what I wanted, imagined her on her back, and me riding her face just to cover it in the smell and juice of my cunt, the thing whose scent made her feel better than she could remember feeling... ever. Another bolt of delight spread through her. Realizing she'd lost some control, she backed out of her fantasy but kept looking at my pussy and tits, masturbating all the while. The pleasure faded but was not replaced by nausea this time. 'He can never make you feel like that. Only I can. Give yourself to me, and in return, I will give you pleasure and happiness as I see fit.' 'And if... oh, mmmm, if I refuse?' she managed as she worked her cunt with fingers from both hands, one handling the penetration duties and the other almost mauling her clit. This one liked it rough. 'If you refuse, you will be making me unhappy. I will always be unhappy with you deep down inside, if you refuse. And the more you delay your decision, the unhappier I will be with you right now. But, I'm not one to force your hand,' I thought to her with a wicked grin on my face. Then, I sat back down and carefully turned my chair to face her. I scooted to the edge of the seat and spread my legs, lazily trailing fingers over my pussy--the one thing she dare not look away from. Already, she'd learned that. But, that didn't help for long. She felt the malaise well up from her belly and displace the lingering good feelings left over from her faceslave fantasy. She looked back to her husband and a stronger wave of queasiness hit her. Then, back to me... and my pussy. The feelings subsided but not by much. She had to hurry and she knew it. That's when she surprised me. And that's not easy to do. 'I don't want to be gay. It's wrong, and I'd sooner die than be a dyke like you...' her thoughts trailed off, she knew she'd tried to insult me and she knew that would make me angry if she succeeded. She failed as I've been called worse, but she didn't know that and what she really didn't know was that her discomfort was coming from her, not me. Her very essence was bound to my whims, and she didn't even know it! But, I had to admit it: this one had spunk. I smiled and fingered my clit slowly. 'OK, how about this. I don't normally do this for slaves...' 'I am not a... slave... ...' she thought, grimacing through the horrible sensations racking her body nearly as strong as the erotic ones emanating from her overheated pussy. 'I was saying, I don't normally do this for SLAVES, which you will be when--not if, when--you agree to be mine. But, for you, because you are so beautiful and because your submission would please me so much, I will promise never to make you gay. You only have to please me to feel fulfilled. And the more you please me, the better you will feel. But I promise never to turn you into a lesbian, if you simply give yourself to me. I won't promise to leave you straight if you continue to resist, though.' Fear struck her--until now, she had imagined this was some kind of test, some kind of battle she could win. But her husband's power was starting to peak, and even I was worried of what would have become of me if I hadn't had someone to direct it towards. It was increasing the effectiveness of my efforts a thousand fold. And finally, at this point, she realized that she was mine no matter what she did. Too afraid to imagine what I might do if she forced my hand and made me take her by mental force, she acquiesced. 'You promise not to make me a lesbian?' she asked with her mind, easing the sickness as she had already made her decision but was still delaying. I noted her change in language; she wasn't going to do anything to offend me. Ever. 'Your Mistress doesn't lie. You can never think that. What is your decision?' 'I want the sickness to go away. No more pain. Please, make it go away.' "What is your decision? Come closer. On your knees. And, tell me your decision.' She crawled to me, stopping when her face was between my knees. Pleadingly, she looked up at me. 'Please, I'll do anything to make it stop. I want you to...' 'What is your decision?' Looking down, and no longer able to stand the feelings twisting her guts, she thought at me, 'I'm yours.' A feeling of relief spread through her. 'You're mine? You will obey without question or face the consequences?' 'I'm yours. I will obey.' Another blissful torrent racked her. 'Truly mine? Never to question me out loud or even in your mind?' 'Truly yours. I will never question you. I will obey, even in my thoughts.' A stronger surge of heavenly pleasure poured into her. It was a tough promise to make, that last one. Impossible, really... well, impossible at the moment. But she would learn to control her thoughts to please me. I knew she meant it, because her subconscious sent her another more powerful burst of delight. 'Completely mine? Mine, to do with as I please? To use as I see fit? Mine, to give pleasure or pain as I feel is warranted? Utterly mine, with no identity other than that I choose to give you--that of slave?' I was almost out of time, Tim's power had peaked and there was no way he could keep up his efforts for much longer. 'Yes, please, please I give myself to you. Please, I am yours. I am your...' 'Say it. Out loud, in a whisper. I want to hear it but make it quiet enough not to disturb this pencil-dick here.' In a shaky whisper, she breathed, "I am your slave. I know you've already taken me, but I give everything you haven't taken to you. I am yours." And with that, she fell forward, breathing loudly as the last of her torment fled from her. She had never felt such happiness. I made sure of that. 'Then lick my pussy and make me cum.' She didn't delay anymore. She grabbed my thighs (I'd have to work on that later, but she was a virgin to this and she'd been through a lot), crawled as close to me as she could, and licked my slit. As blinding orgasmic pleasure built in her, I fed her mind with what she needed to know about her new life. 'You are my slave. You have no name, you are only my slave. You won't speak unless spoken to. You refer to yourself as slave. You live to service me and anyone I see fit, any way I see fit. As promised, you are still straight, but when you think of men sexually, or look at them with desire, you know you are displeasing me--even if I'm not anywhere near you. When you think of a man, you must force it out with images of this moment--licking pussy, worshiping at my womanly altar-- or you will feel worse than you did even a few minutes ago. I promised you you'd stay straight. I do not lie. You Mistress never lies, you trust her completely and know she speaks Truth.' 'So, you have the honor of being the first totally straight cuntlicking slave I've ever had. Knowing this makes you excited. The more you would normally hate the things I make you do with me and other girls, the more pleasure you will get when you do them. Soon, you won't know why you hate licking pussy or why you think it's wrong- -but you'll be too addicted to what you're feeling right now to even think about not doing it.' She was too busy to respond. Mentally, I made her arms drop from my thighs and had them start on her pussy again. She was surprised by this involuntary action of her arms and the increased sensations bombarding her mind, but kept lapping away, riding a wave of contentment and ecstasy she'd never known could exist. And as my orgasm approached, I began to release the block on hers. Timing is everything, and I wanted to give Tim a shock when he looked up. I watched him carefully when I felt his mind's energy suddenly peak and drop off. He sighed and wiped sweat from his brow, and looked up. The look on his face was priceless. He was just in time to hear his wife scream into my pussy as she started getting off. I had timed it well; we came together. The slow breaking of her will had gotten me hotter than I'd been for quite a while, and I felt her orgasm intensify as she realized that she was making me cum. She was pleasing her Mistress. Lost in the feelings of her climax mingled with the elation she felt because she'd gotten me off like she was told to do, Becca--her mouth still attached to my sex--began to shake her head side to side in an effort to quickly give me another orgasm. She was inexperienced, to be sure. That was an amateur move. But, it had its desired effect: bringing me over again and covering her face in my scent. With one final scream as she finished her long awaited orgasm, she collapsed at my feet, breathing heavily. She wasn't even totally aware of what she'd just given me until that moment. But now, she dared not move away from me, or even try to look at or talk to her husband. She focused her mind on my pussy, just like I'd told her to do if she felt her mind wander in the direction of any man. Just picturing my cunt and smelling its musk on her face was enough to calm her breathing. I was panting myself, but only from the double orgasm--I hadn't used much of my ability to enslave Tim's wife. He had provided the energy needed; I just tinted it a little. So, while he was exhausted and shocked--and starting to gawk at my naked body, I might add--I went to work quickly. I saw his hand reach down to hit a switch, I pushed into his brain as hard as I could... and I saw his hand stop before it even got under the desk. He stared at me, frozen in place. I looked down at my newest acquisition and had her get up to get dressed. Picking up the phone on his desk (I had been told that the building was shielded from radio signals so nobody could call for help using a cell phone), I dialed the number I had memorized a couple of weeks ago. It would only be a few minutes now; with the device off there was no way for this hunk of shit to stop them from taking him in. I got dressed, stopping only once to put my finger in my very wet pussy. I held it out to Becca, and she instinctively smelled it, enjoying the quick rush. I kept it near her face, and after a few seconds, she understood what I wanted and sucked my finger into her mouth, licking it clean. She even moaned while she did it. * * * * * * * * * * I waited patiently for Ted with Becca sitting at my feet, gently licking them. It was taking quite a bit of concentration to hold him there after a while, and he was starting to devise a plan to break free when Ted and nine of his friends barged into the room. The noise distracted me and broke the hold I had on Tim. He reached down to press the button but one of the men closed in on him and slugged him right in the face. Then, he hit him again. And again. And again. Becca looked up at all the commotion, and I felt her get excited--she loved seeing men fight, it was hot to her. If I had any doubts about my earlier assertion, they vanished--she liked it rough. But, as soon as she had started enjoying the show, she felt her stomach tighten in discomfort. Quickly, she looked back at me, up my skirt, and began to lick my bare feet again, forcing herself to think about pussy and nothing but pussy. She even licked between my toes. "Got it!" a man with a four-point star on his shirt said. "I found the switch. The device can't be far, but we'll have to trace this wire..." I interrupted him. "No, you won't." Another man (wearing a shirt with a solid black star that had too many points to quickly count) came up to me. "I'm afraid we do, unless you know something we don't. We knocked him out cold and he has no memory or information on the location of the device. He had someone else hide it. Smart move, actually... you gotta admire the guy's brains." I looked down at my pet. "Tell them, slave." I looked up and saw the amused grins on the faces of the men--this clearly caught their fancy and they probably wondered exactly what I had done. "Tell them what, Mistress? This slave doesn't understand. This slave was busy licking you, enjoying being near you, thinking about you...." I grinned, and some of the men shot me knowing glances back. I had no doubt that some of them played this game, too--only with us, it was never just a game. "Tell them where the device they're looking for is. You know what I'm talking about. Tell them and I'll be happy because we will be able to go home." Eager to feel the euphoria she had come to know so well, she blurted out, "it's in the floor, beneath the desk and under the floorboards. You'll have to dig up the carpet and cut the wood on the floor, it was built into this room to avoid theft or recovery." I felt her shudder when she said it, and she even nibbled on my ankle a little before returning her attention to my feet and toes. "Holy hell. Well, job well done, I guess!" a man--Ted, the one I had dined with weeks ago--said as he moved to where I could see him. Seven of the men had fanned out through the building, probably to erase any evidence of its existence. After two men moved the desk, they left, saying they had to get some tools; they took an unconscious Tim with them. And this left me alone with Ted and my slave. "I want you to know," he said, shaking my hand, "that I really owe you one for this. This project, and your involvement, was my idea. I'm up for a promotion, thanks to you. You have my gratitude, and that will soon carry a lot of weight." I raised an eyebrow. "So, what does the gratitude of a person like you mean to me? You owe me one... I don't suppose you'd mind letting me borrow that pretty..." He laughed, apparently sensing what I was about to say. "No, you can't borrow my wife again. She's mine, and the way I see it, you don't like to share your things with others any more than I do." He smiled and shook his head, dismissing my request as what it was--a joke. "No, not her. But, I'm going to put the word out to go easy on you. As long as you don't break up any more marriages--those are too easy for my superiors to track--I will make sure we don't bother you too much. So, as long as you don't enslave all the single women within twenty miles, you should be OK." The men came back with the tools needed to cut into the floor, and Ted leaned down to me and whispered, "Just try to keep your activities below the radar. Draw too much attention and I won't be able to help you, and we're not the only ones who look for people like you. You might want to consider taking people on a more temporary basis. It's easier to cover your tracks that way, and nobody ever notices you if you send your playthings back to their regular lives when you're done having fun with them. Trust me on this. I know what I'm talking about here." I just stared at him as he walked over to where the men had started to cut open the floor with a reciprocating saw. He was supposed to be Mr. Rules, and he was basically telling me to do what I wanted as long as I didn't make waves. He winked at me when he saw the realization cross my face. I smiled back and said, pointing to Becca, "can I keep her?" He and the two other men in the room laughed out loud. When he stopped laughing, Ted looked at me and said, "Do you have to ask?" I reached down and petted her hair. If she could have, she probably would have purred. * * * * * * * * * * A few days (and a large paycheck attached to a ton of paperwork) later, we were home and I introduced my cuntlicking heteroslave to Lynda, Julie, and Dana. Her first lesbian orgy--something that would have sent her running and screaming for her Bible before she met me-- left her so high on erotic bliss that I actually had to let her sleep it off for nearly a whole day. And the look on her face the first time Dana fisted her while Linda fucked her ass with a strap-on--well, as much of her face as I could see from my perspective; she was rimming me at the time--was priceless and something I'll never forget. The only thing that could have added to her revulsion and ecstasy of doing that was doing it again--with a camcorder running. Obeying my every sexually deviant command on camera was enough to give her an almost perpetual orgasm that lasted the duration of our little scene because she was, before she met me, the type who found that kind of thing ten shades past distasteful. She even had an orgasm a week or so later just by watching the tape one night after dinner. I didn't even have to touch her or push one on her. And, she stayed straight. More than one time, she would wake up sick because she was dreaming of having sex with a man. But, she'd force herself to think about my pussy. Sometimes, she'd even go down on whoever was nearby to keep the masculine images out of her mind. And, she'd pass out that way a few times. After several weeks, all she ever thought was obedience and pussy. Well, mostly obedience, because by then, it was sweeter to her than even my pussy. And this proved what I'd known ever since Lynda sold me my house and gave herself to me as a signing bonus: straight chicks make the best pussy lickers. It's ironic but true. The women I meet here and there have proven it too many times to count. The End * * * * * * * * * * (c) 2005, bobwhite. All rights reserved. All wrongs also reserved.

Memoirs of Baron Heinrich By: S. T. Kingeorge CHAPTER 1: When Lady Victoria Marcinora stepped down from her carriage she nearly twisted her delicate ankle on the wooden planks below. The driver had stopped, at her request, near the rear entrance to the estate and the area was poorly lit at best. She caught herself by clutching the silver railing on the door. "Is Madam in need of assistance?" the driver asked. The elderly woman did not answer. She simply waved her frail hand towards him and walked slowly toward the building. The chambermaid was waiting for her and opened the door, bowing slightly before she stepped back away. "Evening me lady." she whispered. "Do we have any of the lemon tea, Emma?"she asked. "Shall I bring it to your bedroom?" Emma asked. Lady Victoria pulled a silk scarf from around her neck and placed it over a wooden chair. She stepped up to the fireplace and held out her hands. "I shall take it right here, in the kitchen." she said. "The fire feels wonderful, Emma. That was such a dreadfully cold ride from Elkshore. I do dread having to go there so often, but I surmise it cannot be avoided. I shall change into something more comfortable and warmer first and return shortly." The elderly woman walked away as Emma placed another log on the fire. Getting to her bedroom was not an easy matter. There was at first, a large dining area, which led to a magnificent library. From there, through several darkened corridors, devoid of any candlelight, she entered the west bedroom wing of the estate. The sounds coming down the hallway at first were muffled. As she approached the heavy oak door at the end of the passageway, the sounds became more clear. It was a groaning and muted sound, rhythmic in nature and becoming increasingly more intense as she placed her hand on the handle of her bedroom door. When Lady Victoria Marcinora opened the door to her bedroom, the last thing in the world she expected to see was her husband, Baron Heinrich, sodomizing a young child on her elegant sitting lounge. The Baron was facing away from the door. His nude body showed all the wrinkles and aging signs of a great man who was now nearly sixty eight years old. The candles on both sides of the lounge cast a direct light on the juncture between her husband and the child affording him a clear view of the connection. All she could see was his backside, thrusting slowly and methodically. The child beneath him was bent over the arm of the lounge, pinned tightly and unable to move. She could see two small legs dangling down, not even touching the floor. Each time her husband thrust forward and upward, the child's legs would sway. A groan came from the child,s mouth, faint, but long and guttural. The small thin body would push forward. Her husband had grasped the slender hips and pulled back each time, to prevent his penis from dislodging. She walked towards the two, shutting the heavy door behind her. As she did, the sound of the squeaking hinges caught the Barons attention and he turned his head towards the door. Lady Victoria was the first to speak. "My dear, what a shock it is to see you here. I thought you were staying at Lord Griethfurh's estate until Tuesday. Why, you are home two days early?" she said. "Yes, the meetings concluded ahead of schedule. Cant say that I mind. Quite a boar of a man, if you know what I mean. He suggested I stay at least for the night, but I feared the rain might sit in by morning, so I decided to come home early." he said. Baron Heinrich had momentarily stopped his movements while he addressed his wife, but now resumed. Lady Victoria walked closer and moved to the side of the lounge, pulling up a small chair, before sitting down beside them. "And who do we have here?" she asked. From her vantage point, she could now see a cotton gag was placed in the child's mouth, muffling the moans and groaning considerably. She leaned forward and could not see much of the child's face. The Baron had placed a woolen blanket over the child's back as a means to keep warm in the chilly bedroom. "A little gift from Lord Griethfurhs. Rode all the way home with me in the carriage. Sat on my lap the whole trip. Quite a bumpy road, it was." he said. Lady Victoria shook her head. She rose up from the chair and slid it back towards the bed. She patted her husband on the shoulder and kissed him on the top of his head. "I will stay in the guest room tonight so as not to disturb you two."she said. "And dear, would you please place a towel on the lounge. You know that was a gift from my mother and I don't want to have it ruined with your semen stains." Heinrich looked directly at his wife. He tried to smile, but his face was frozen from the pleasure he was enjoying. His cock slipped out completely and waved obscenely in the candlelight. It glistened from the oil that he used before the initial penetration. She glanced down at his stiff member. He nodded to her. "I promise I will place a cloth beneath us before I finish. Have a pleasant night dear, and I hope we do not disturb you and the others nearby. Would you mind terribly if I stay here the entire night?" He said. There was an impatient tone in his voice. "Of course not. I plan to have some nice tea with Emma, then retire for the night. I shall see you in the morning at breakfast. You should bring your little plaything with you." Lady Victoria smiled at her husband, shutting the door, and leaving the two alone again. She had barely closed the door behind her when she heard her husband's voice from the room. She decided to eavesdrop on him and the child. "Lets stand you up now and let me place this cloth beneath you on the arm. There that's it. Stretch your legs a little bit so they don't get sore. There, that will work fine. We don't want to ruin the fabric on the lounge. So lets have you lay back over the arm the same way you were before. We can start all over again.. I might just as well take that gag out of your mouth, I don't think anyone can hear us." A few seconds later, Lady Victoria heard a loud, Owwwwee come from the room. Her husband spoke again. "There we go. About halfway in this time. I noticed when you stood up that your penis was hard. Are you enjoying this as much as I? Lets put it in a little deeper this time shall we? I don't think you are ready to receive my entire length just yet. But the night is very young and long. I have not sodomized a boy your age in nearly a fortnight. I feel as if I owe you the pleasure of feeling a mans balls slapping against you, so I shall try to get it fully in. The night air became colder and damper. Lady Victoria woke after sunrise and put another log on the fireplace in her bedroom. She heard thumping sounds coming from the adjacent bedroom where her husband and his newest guest, were apparently very much awake still at it. She rose from the bed and put on her robe. Creeping outside the hallway, she looked into her bedroom. The morning sun shone directly through the window, illuminating the bed and the scene before her. Heinrich and the boy were now laying in the bed with the covers thrown back. The boy was laying face down with his head buried in the pillow. His ankles were tied to each of the bedposts and his hips were propped high in the air with several elegant silk pillows. Baron Heinrich was atop him, thrusting his full weight down onto the boys buttocks, driving his cock fully into his sore rectum. It had been the third time since the previous evening that his penis had entered the boy. And he vowed that he would fill it with semen as he had done twice before. After the first orgasm the previous night, Heinrich had given the boy a short reprieve. He had to help the boy off the lounge and carry him to the bed after the ordeal. Heinrich had, after nearly thirty minutes, gradually worked his entire penis into the boys bottom. With each thrust forward, he would lift the boys buttocks off the arm of the lounge and hold him there for several seconds before pulling back. The boy was hardly conscious at this point and only the Baron could hear the sound of his balls slapping the young boys bottom. The Baron had not ejaculated in nearly four days before bringing the boy home. The elder re-positioned the boy on the lounge. He reached underneath the boy and pulled his testicles and penis backwards so they protruded towards him. Now, with each forward push into the boys bottom, the Baron could feel his own balls smashing against the boys nearly hairless scrotum. The boys stiff penis poked the elders balls as he slapped their thighs together. Although he was now nearly asleep, as a natural reaction, the boy ejaculated first, spurting a healthy amount of semen onto the Barons ball sack. The head of the boys penis slipped under the elders balls and smeared cum onto Heinrich's anus. That was all the elderly man needed. He pressed his thighs together, sandwiching the boys penis between them and thrust his cock fully into the boy. The boy screamed for the first time. The Barons seed flooded the boys bowels for the next thirty seconds. When it was over, the old mans heart pounded. Later that night, near the hour of witches, the Baron was awake. The boy was gone from his bed. He sat up and lit another lamp. He was alarmed by his absence and began to rise from the bed to find him. Just then, the door opened and the twelve year old boy walked towards the bed. There was a stiffness to walk and a grimace on his face. He slowly placed one arm on the bed and gently lowered himself down. He scrunched his face when his bottom touched the mattress. "Sorry sir. I had to go to the toilet." he said. "So I surmise that all my semen has left your bowels?" The Baron asked playfully. "Why yes sir. I couldn't help it. I know you told me to hold it all in and I did for as long as I could." "Well then" said the old man. "We shall just have to put teach that little bottom of yours to behave. Come now. Place yourself over my knees and prepare for a sound spanking. The boy had a troubled look on his face. He shut both his eyes. "Please sir. I am very sore back there. Do I really have to do that again? Isn't there something else we could do besides that?" "Why what ever do you mean? What do you propose then that we do? the Baron said. "Well sir, I have heard other boys talk, that they um, they put there penis into a mouth and it is satisfied that way. I have never actually done that but I am told it is not a difficult task." he said. The Baron pulled back the covers from the bed, exposing his penis to the boy.. He stroked his cock obscenely in front of his view. "Well then, let us try that. Come to bed now and let us see what can be done. Place yourself between my thighs so that I can see your face in the light." he said. Fifteen minutes later, the boys jaws were beginning to ache from being stretched open. His tongue and throat were sore from the thrusting of the Barons cock in his mouth. Several times, the elder came close to orgasm and stopped the boy, knowing full well the reason. He let the boy fellate him until he grew weary. "That's quite enough. You did very well. Now, lets place some of these pillows in the center of the bed. I want you to lay atop them, on your belly of course, and spread your legs as far as they will go. I have some nice straps to hold your legs in place whilst I use some of the smaller ones to thrash your bottom a second time." The boy lowered his head and had a worried look on his face. "Please sir. I am very sore. Please don't do it as hard as you did last time." he pleaded. Baron Heinrich said nothing. He did not want to lie to the boy or give him false hope. He knew that the second time for a man his age, would need to thrash the boys bottom twice as fast, twice as hard and twice as long for him to be satisfied a second time. The boy did not need to know that yet, but he would learn it soon enough. About half an hour later, the Baron rolled off the boy. His own penis was now soft and deflated. He left his cock in the boy after he ejaculated for as long as possible. Eventually, it softened and flopped out of the boys anus. The boy was now asleep. His ass cheeks and rosebud were a brilliant red from the beating and sodomy which had just occurred. He passed out nearly ten minutes after the anal assault started. The elderly man did not attempt to wake him. Instead, he pounded his cock harder than ever into the boys bottom. "He will be sore in the morning." muttering to himself. "He will always remember his first time." Baron Heinrich removed the silk pillows from under the boy to prevent them from getting stained when his semen leaked out of the boy. He rolled the boy on his back and began to cover him up with the sheets. It was then that he noticed the boy still had an erection. The elderly man remembered the first time he had seen a twelve year old's cock. It was in the bedroom of an older boy whom he had grown up with. The Baron had been only ten years old at the time. Staying the night with his friend, William, son of Erithison,. Now memories of that night returned as he saw the stiffened cock with a wisp of blond pubic hair forming near his shaft. Baron Heinrich took the boys penis in his hand and stroked it lovingly. The boy did not stir. It was forbidden for a man to take the penis of another man into his mouth. That was a sin in the eyes of The Lord and a crime in the Provincial estates of Lord Griethfurhs. But the door was locked and the boy was asleep. And to say the least, he could not be considered as a man. The elderly man lowered his mouth and engulfed the penis of the boy fully. His nose pressed slightly against his pubic bone and the scant hairs tickled his nose. He lay his head on a pillow and kept the boys penis tightly inside his mouth until they were both asleep. About twenty minutes later, Baron Heinrich suddenly awoke. The boys penis was still in his mouth and was ejaculating sperm into the elders throat. The Baron did his best not to cough or choke. He swallowed over and over until the boys load was fully spent. Then, pulling the boys penis from his mouth, the Baron leaned lower and kissed the boys balls. He placed the boys softened cock in his mouth fully. Sleep once again took charge. Chapter Two Lady Victoria had slept well during the night and arose early to walk in the garden. Emma, her eleven year old chambermaid, had already prepared tea and biscuits. A fresh assortment of pastries were placed on the table. She had just placed one of them on her plate when she saw the boy appear at the door to the kitchen. She was not unaccustomed to seeing a strange child appear in the morning, hungry for food after a previous night of ravishment by her husband or one of his distinguished guests. They were of different ages, mostly younger than the lad she now smiled at and beckoned to come forward. He prefers them a bit younger, she thought. But from the way he is grimacing as he walks, she knew that her husband would offer no complaints. He wore a thin lacy feminine robe which was slightly too small on him. It had at one time belonged to Emma. The Baron kept an assortment of such robes in the bedroom for his overnight guests. There was no cord holding it tight, so the boy clutched it together with his fists to keep it from opening up. As Lady Victoria watched him approaching,the robe parted several times, exposing the boys penis. The head of his penis was poking out slightly from his foreskin and she could see that it too was bright read from overuse. She was very accustomed to seeing young boys emerge from a sleepover with her husband...and of late, she had noticed that their penis seemed to be used as much as their behinds. "Good morning. Please have a seat. You must be famished." she said. The boy sat down slowly on the wooden chair, being careful not to sit too quickly. He squirmed a bit in the seat. Victoria slid over a plate of pastries and he took one immediately. He looked down at his plate and did not raise his eyes. The robe had now parted and his penis dangled freely in her view. "You and my husband were up late last night. I hope you slept well." she said. :From the way you are sitting, I can tell that you must have had a great deal of fun last night." The boy did not respond. His blond hair hung down over his forehead and he squirmed again in his seat. He finished the first pastry and Lady Victoria slid another towards him. He accepted it with a slight sheepish nod. "My husband has a fine cock for a man his age, does he not? How many times did he ejaculate in you last night?" Her matter of fact tone surprised young Phillip. When he arrived at the estate last evening, he had no idea that the Baron was married. When he took him to the bedroom and ordered him to undress and bend over the arm of the lounge, there was no clue that his wife would be arriving in the midst of his being sodomized. Lady Victoria must have sensed some embarrassment in his behavior at breakfast. "Three" he said. Lady Victoria smiled. "It must be the potion which the pharmacist has been giving him. Why, a decade ago, he was having trouble just getting it hard. After the plant extract that Doctor Wohltrers gave him, you would think he was twenty seven, instead of sixty seven." she said. "Were they all in your bottom, or did he fill your mouth with his seed as well?" Phillip looked horrified at the thought of having to answer. Lady Victoria appeared to be making casual breakfast conversation with the boy and waited patiently for him to answer. She cocked her head to the side and tapped him playfully on the top of his head before repeating herself. "In your bottom or in your mouth?" she said. "In my bottom" he said. "All three times?" she asked "Yes" he said. "He does prefer it that way, it seems. But sometime this morning, I hope he lets you put his member in your mouth well before our guests arrive this afternoon. The other boys have all done it and we would not want you to leave until you had a chance to swallow his seed. You will have an opportunity to do that this evening, as our guest is Reverend Wiskeps, I know for certain that he will fill your mouth with his seed, at least once during the evening but I would prefer that the Baron have the first opportunity . And how is your bottom doing now? Three times in one night is normal for him and the other boys in our village tend to expect that from the men. But if it was your first time, it may have been a bit too much. It was your first time, was it not?" She said. "That was the first time that has ever been done to me. I had heard about it from another boy who was brought to your home by the Baron. But I did not believe him and I thought he was making fun of my ignorance. Now I know that everything he said happened when he was here really did." Phillip said. Phillip finished his second pastry and there was a look of discomfort on his face. "Its going to hurt all day dear. It takes a few days for your bottom to feel normal. Reverend Wiskeps wont let that stop him. In fact, I tend to think he likes the boys to have been recently penetrated. He will place you on your back when he does it, and bring your ankles up onto his shoulders. He wants to look directly at your face when he places it inside. Having your bottom already sore only delights him because the intensity of his thrusts will be felt even more." she said. "let me see if you are alright." Following her instructions, the embarrassed twelve year old stood up from the stool and leaned forward over the wooden table. Lady Victoria pulled up his short nighty and placed it on his back. She pushed on each of his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs about a meter apart. With both hands, she spread the cheeks of the boys bottom. He could feel the cool air hitting his sore anus. She held them open for longer than necessary. His hairless balls dangled down between his legs and she leaned down slightly to look closer. To Phillips surprise she gave his balls a firm squeeze. She twisted them in her hand, until the boy uttered a short gasp. "There are rumors among the villagers, that Reverend Wiskeps has made it a custom to place a young boys balls in his mouth. This is of course, strictly forbidden by our laws. That doesn't mean though that small indiscretions do not occur. I have been told by some of the other wives who have allowed him to spend the night, that such a practice occurs" she said. Phillip had been asleep when the Baron took his penis into his mouth last night. He did not awake during the entire time. He did remember having a remarkable dream during the night. It no doubt, coincided with his ejaculation into the elderly mans mouth. And a few hours later, the same dream. This time when he ejaculated, he woke up hearing the Baron coughing slightly. Phillip only nodded to Lady Victoria. She continued to hold on tightly to his balls and pulled the skin back on his cock to expose its reddened head. "They say that during the night, Reverend Wiskeps does this to each of the boys he is with. He has them begin by performing fellatio on him. The boy is usually placed between his outstretched legs so that he can watch the boy engulf his member. You will no doubt be doing the same to him tonight, as we plan on letting you sleep in his bedchamber as a courtesy to him. Then, at some point, he has the boy crouch over him, kneeling as it were, with legs on both sides of his shoulders. The boys face is then lowered to his crotch and places the penis into his mouth." "While in this position, the boys balls are now dangling directly above the Reverends head, a few inches away. As the boys sucking continues, the Reverend gradually pulls down on the boys hips until his balls become closer and closer to his face. At one point, the boys tentacles eventually touch his forehead and nose." " Rumors are such, that He indicates to the young lad, to begin a rocking motion back and forward, while they continue to bring him closer to climax. When this occurs, the boys balls rub back and forth across the entire length of the Reverends face. He opens his mouth, wetting his lips and extending fully his tongue as this occurs." Lady Victoria continued to massage the boys ball sack and leaned forward with her mouth and wet lips, brushing them back and forth against the boys balls, as he listened to the account of what might surely happen to him that night. "And when he does this of course, the boys balls rub against his lips and tongue. It was the Reverends clever way of circumventing the laws against oral copulation. Now as he lay in the privacy of his bedroom, he is able to lick the hairless balls of young boys to his hearts content. Such as I am demonstrating to you now with my own tongue." She stopped after a few minutes and released his balls. "The boys report that when they feel the sensation of their balls being wet, it is a very short time later that the penis in their mouth erupts, filling and I do mean completely filling, it with his semen." Phillips cock began to harden. The elderly lady reached between his legs and grasped his penis, pulling on it a few times before returning her firm grip on his ball sack. "He will like these balls. That much is for certain. Many of the men have now copied this technique, which seems to be acceptable under the law. Two years ago, there were rumors that our Reverend violated that law by placing a boys penis in his mouth. Here, let me demonstrate this for you.....This resulted in a town hearing, in which the Reverend testified that the event, while it did occur, could not be held against him as a crime. In his accounting of the matter, he described the original technique for licking the balls of the young boys as they lay atop him." He explained that in that position one night, after he ejaculated in the boys mouth, the exhaustion from the evening caused them both to fall asleep. The boy did not roll off him, and the entire night was spent with the boys genitals pressed against his face. Other boys were called to testify that while sleeping with the Reverend, they were often awoke by his snoring. Even after a grueling night of fellatio and sodomy, the boys did not sleep soundly enough and were kept awake by the sounds. The Reverend explained that on the night in question, he awoke at dawn to find the boy still atop him and the boys penis was fully inside his mouth. Like this.... It was his belief, that during the night, he began to snore and the boy may have shifted his position slightly. The boys penis fell into his mouth and remained there the entire night. He indicated that he tried to remove the boys penis, but that the weight of the boys body held it in place. He therefore, allowed the thirteen year old's penis to remain until the boy awoke. The boy testified that when he awoke that morning, he could feel his penis being sucked gently by the Reverend. Here, let me show you what he described. His cock was hard as it always was each morning. He knew it was forbidden for the elders to perform fellatio, but that this was an unfortunate accident on both their parts. He did not know that the elder was already awake and he did not want to cause him to stir, so he remained motionless while the gentle sucking continued. Then he said, after several minutes, his cock began spurting in the Reverends mouth. He heard the Reverend cough and felt his throat muscles contracting on the head of his penis. After he was fully spent, he lifted himself off the Reverends face and apologized to the elder for his lack of control. When fully explained to the village authorities, the Reverend was found to be innocent of all charges. "He will like these balls" she repeated. Lady Victoria licked his ball-sack, before engulfing each one, one at timed into her mouth. She sucked on them extremely hard, causing his to gasp. She removed her mouth and slapped the boys balls playfully. "Go now. On your way back to your room, stop off in the Barons room and give his cock a little suck and tell him to join me at the breakfast table. Dont let him spend in your mouth. The Reverend deserves the right to be the first. Spend the morning relaxing. When the Reverend arrives, he will want to meet you immediately." Chapter 3: Reverend arrives with an unexpected gift for the Baron. When the carriage carrying Reverend Wiskeps approached the gate, the Baron was already waiting for him. He waived at the Driver, Ernstab to stop and with a resounding squeal from the wheels, the carriage came to rest. The Baron could see that the carriage privacy curtain had been drawn so he quickly opened the door. There in front of him, sat a young girl. A pretty little thing, with long blond hair, laced with bows and ribbons. She was sitting atop the good Reverend, bouncing up and down on his lap. Yet she had no look of merriment on her. Baron Heinrich recognized the expression on her face, one that he had seen countless times before. It was the look of a young girl who had an adult penis inside one of her tender orifices. With her dress draped over her hips, he could not see if she was taking it in her little cunny or in her rectum. But with a girl that age, it hardly mattered. Both openings would be extremely tight and the look of horror on her face could not lend any clue. "Ah, my good friend Heinrich. How are you my good man. It is such a pleasure to see you. Say hello to Lady Chaswick, sport." he said. The girl atop his lap did not look in his direction. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she panted heavily as she continued to bounce on the Reverends lap. "Help me get this child off me, she is going to give me a heart attack if she makes me come in her one more time." he said. Baron Heinrich attempted to lift the girl off by placing his arms under hers. Unable to do so, he lifted the girls dress and grabbed her by the waist. He was now able to raise her up several inches. He reached underneath her dress in front in an attempt to dislodge the Reverends member. His hand traveled down her thigh, but before he could grasp the Reverends cock, his hand came in contact with a much smaller penis. Lacking any hair or girth, he immediately recognized it as belong to a boy, a young boy, very young indeed. He had felt the penis of many youths during the past seven years in which he was a member of the Council of Elders. Boys ranging in age from eight to fourteen were commonly found in his bed each morning by his wife or the chambermaids. Their young rectums would be sore and red from the previous night of buggery and their mouths still coated with the semen that they had sucked from his cock. The cock in his hand now, he believed, belonged to a boy, no more than ten years of age. He said nothing. Instead, he grasped the penis of the aging Reverend and pulled it forward until it freed itself from the boys anus. "Thank you good sir." his friend said. Chapter Four: A formal introduction is in order: Lady Chaswick stepped out of the carriage and began to rearrange her pink dress, pulling it down over her stockings until it looked respectable. Her lipstick and makeup were smeared and the Baron suspected that a pubic hair was still on her chin. Revenend Wickwiths trousers had been pulled down to his ankles. When he stepped out of the carriage, he nearly fell. Baron Heinrich went to help him and his hand wound up wrapped around the ministers slippery cock. He pulled his trousers up and fastened his suspenders. "Now then, dear friend, permit me to formally introduce you to this lovely friend of a mutual friend, Lady Chaswick." The ten year old boy lowered his head and bowed to the Baron. His long blond hair appeared to be a wig and was slightly too large for his head. Underneath it, the Baron could see his naturally curly red hair. "Pleased to meet you Sir." he said. The holy man pointed his finger directly at the child. The driver, Ernstab watched from the corner of his eye carefully at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Now, is that the way we formally greet an Elder on the Council?" he asked. "Sorry sir." the boy said. Then, without much fanfare, the boy knelt on the ground, soiling the hem of his dress in the dirt below. He reached for the Barons trousers and began to unbutton the flap. When enough of the buttons had been loosened, the boy placed his hand inside the trousers and fished around. When his hand was removed, the thickening penis of Baron Heinrich was revealed. Ernstab, a man just a year older than the Baron, rubbed his crotch as he watched the pretty little girl engulf the head of the elders penis. She kept it in her mouth, silently and slowly counting to ten, before pulling it out with an audible slurp. "Thank you for letting me place your cock in my mouth" she said, as was the customary way to end the formal greeting ceremony. "You are quite welcome my dear." the Baron said. "I am anxious to do that again" said the young boy. "My dear lad, would you be so kind as to pull forth both of my balls so that they are free of my trousers" the Baron asked. The boy did do without hesitation. "Now sweety, just sit there for a few moments and look at my balls. You will see them very often during your visit. Sometimes they will be touching your chin when you have my cock fully in your throat. Other times, you will feel them slapping against your backside as I ram my cock into your bottom. Go ahead. Touch them, feel them. Give each one a little suck. Then tuck them back into my pants." he said. The Baron had another thought that he did not want to utter in front of the Reverend. His other thought was that the boy would see his balls laying against his forehead, while the Baron lay atop him, in a sixty nine position. "We shall have to arrange that, my dear child." said the Baron. The Reverend had now buttoned up his trousers and straightened out his coat. His cock was still hard, but the boy managed to stuff it in his pants. The thin fabric did not conceal his excitement. "We have much to talk about my friend. Let us have Ernstab take Lady Chaswick to the estate, while you and I walk the final few kilometers. Men like us must keep in shape and the walk will give us a chance to reminisce of the days gone by." the Reverend said. The Driver took his hand away from his crotch and grabbed the reins. Lady Chaswick stepped back into the carriage. As she did, she started to slip. The Baron extended a hand to help steady her. He accidentally let his hand slip up her calf, past her knee and between her thighs. His hand came to rest with four of his fingers touching the boys balls, and his thumb pressed against the boys rosebud. Baron Heinrich thrust his thumb into the boys ass, feeling his sphincter close in around it. His anus was remarkably tight, given that it had just recently been penetrated by an adult penis. He moved his thumb in and out several times, while pushing forward on the boys balls, until he was safely inside the carriage. Lady Chaswick turned and looked at the aging face of the man who had just violated him with his fingers and said nothing. "We shall see each other again, Lady Chaswick. After the adults are finished with dinner, we shall have yourself and some other children entertain us. You and the others, will all have your dinner served to you under the heavy oaken table by myself, the Reverend and all my other male guests. I look forward to that my dear. Just be sure you position yourself between my legs and do not let any other eager child get there first." he said. Chapter 5: When the dust from the carriage was beginning to settle, Reverend Wiskeps placed his hand on the shoulder of his friend and shook his head sadly. "What troubles you my good Reverend? And where, pray tell, did you find that delicious little boy, and why is he dressed as a pretty little girl child. I need answers from you good sir. I beseech thee to tell me" "Let us walk slowly back to your estate, Baron. I have much to share with you and we must finish our conversation, while we are sure we are alone. Your questions about Lady Chaswick will be answered, I promise you. And the reason for my distress will become clear." He said. "Lady Chaswick, is actually, William, the ten year old grandson of our mutual friend, Lord Charles. He was taken from his home shortly after Lord Charles was murdered, by a ruthless band of traitors. His life was in danger, so he was dressed as a young girl as a means of getting him out of the valley alive." "Our driver, Ernstaub we believe is a member of the conspiracy responsible for his death." The reverend said. The only way to get young William out safely, was to dress him as a young girl. We had Ernstab himself drive us safely out of the village, here, to the safety of your estate. "You were sodomizing a member of Lord Charles immediate family. You know that is against our policy, do you not good friend?" "I did, indeed" said the Reverend. "But to convince our driver that the young child was a girl, it was necessary for me to engage in some form of copulation. He has driven me many, many times and he knows that I always take a youngster with me on these long rides to your estate. He also knows, that as soon as I am outside the village, proper, the young passenger is kneeling before me, sucking on my cock and licking my testicles. He knows that I rarely if ever cum in a child's mouth. Instead, I prefer to deposit my seed deep into their bowels. And so it is expected, that less than halfway to your estate, he should hear the cries of a young girl or boy who has just been penetrated. As the carriage bounced on the rutted path, the anguished cries from the boy could be heard each time my cock popped out of his rectum, then went fully back in again." "So you see, I could not let him doubt me or become suspicious of me and William. I explained and apologized to the boy before the carriage arrived that I would have to do a very clever trick on the driver. He reluctantly agreed when I asked him to sit on my lap." "I told him of my plan, to raise his dress, remove his panties, and to place him on my lap. With his dress pulled down the driver would not be able to see that my cock was merely positioned under him, but not inside his bottom." "And so it came to pass, that you found me with my cock in the bottom of the youngest child, our dearly departed friend. You know now, that my cock was originally soft but the bouncing of his warm bottom as we hit each rut, caused it to rise. Now, when the carriage took an unusually large jolt, I was holding on to his hips. As I guided him back down, my now hard cock found its way between his cheeks and lodged about three inches into his rectum accidentally....and I did try not deposit any semen in his bottom out of respect to his grandfather but the trip was very long and on at least two separate occasions, I did feel the need to fill his bowels with my seed. I had no choice, given the circumstances." "Charles, dead. His family in danger. And your driver may be behind all this." Baron asked. "There is a conspiracy, my friend. A small group of younger men, are attempting to take kill the members of the council of elders and take control of the organization. These are a ruthless group of men, perhaps twenty years younger who are behind this plot." "What do they want from us?" the Baron asked. "They want in. You are aware, that fifteen years ago, the Council of Elders was given the unrestricted rights to sexual liaisons with the children in the valley. Any child between the ages of ten and fourteen would be made available to the elders, without warning and without the permission of their family." "Although there were some instances in which the young girls in the community were used, the physical beauty of the young boys captured our attention. It has been common for each of the elders, to have a boy beside them in bed each night. You know, as a member of the council, Our semen has flooded the mouths of a hundred boys each year. And the rectums of each boy in every village have felt an elders penis ejaculate in them on a regular basis." "Now, a small group of men who cannot wait until they are in their sixties, to enjoy these treasures. They seek to lower the age to forty, so that men of that age would also have the same privileges that we enjoy." "You and I both know, the number of children in that age group is limited. So to share them with a larger number of men would mean that an average boy would be sodomized every day, perhaps more than once, to satisfy so many other adults." "There bottoms would become accustomed to the intrusion. Whereas now, we like to give a boy a couple days rest between penetrations, to allow his sphincter to tighten back up. If we allow this new law, it will greatly reduce our pleasure in hearing them cry out during the initial penetrations." "So to accomplish this, the conspirators plan on widening the age group and allow boys, and girls, as young eight, and as old as fifteen, to participate." The baron put his arm around the Reverends shoulder. "What do we do to stop this? the Reverend said. The Council of Elders is meeting at my estate tonight. We have invited many other guests, the good doctor, the merchants in the village, the teachers from our school. How will we know who they are. What do we do to thwart this coup?" he said. "Let us match deceit with trickery. Let us show them that age will win over youth. Let us force them to reveal themselves tonight." Chapter 6: The carriage arrives at the estate. Lady Victoria and Emma greeted the carriage as it approached the rear entrance. Expecting to find Reverend Wiskeps, Lady Victoria was surprised to open the door and find a young girl sitting politely in the seat. "What have we here?" She asked. "Lady Chaswick" the young boy said. "You are just too pretty." she said. Then, turning to little Emma, Lady Victoria remembered a task that needed to be done, "Emma, be a good girl and show Lady Chaswick to her room. Put her in the guest bedroom adjacent to that of the Baron. And when your are finished, I want you to go into the bath area, in the west wing of the estate. There, Mr. Bromiester is taking a soak. He likes to be masturbated after his bath. So be a good girl and give him a good wank." Lady Victoria said. "Yes maam." Emma said. She touched Lady Chaswick on the shoulder. "We can be friends." she said. Emma ran off towards the west wing where she found Mr. Bromiester stepping out of the tub. She had never met the gentleman before, but she could tell by his sagging flesh on a thin body, that he was one of the elders. He had a towel around his waist, but when the young girl entered, he let it fall open in front. His stiff member was surrounded by a thin wisps of gray pubic hair and his balls were large and void of any hair. He smiled at the girl and motioned for her to come forward. "Do you know what I want you to do?" he asked. "Yes sir." she said. "Then get on your knees." He said."Here, use this towel to kneel on so that you do not get slivers from the wood floor." Emma knelt on the towel and grasped the seniors cock. She began pumping it back and forth. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed. "Put your other hand on my balls and tug down on them as you do that." he said. "Faster. Now harder. More pull on my balls. That's it. Pull harder. Stoke faster. Now, open your mouth as far as you can. Hold your mouth open. Bring your mouth closer. Aim my cock right at your mouth. Stick out your tongue as far as you can. Don't lick it. That's it. Harder now." The first small spurt of semen found its mark. Little Emma felt the warm semen hitting the roof of her mouth. A larger dollop of cum came next, coating her lips and upper teeth, before dropping onto her tongue. Emma silently counted the spurts. Six, Seven, then eight before it stopped. Then, after a few coaxing stokes, the ninth and tenth drops oozed out onto her tongue. She smiled at the elderly man.

[This story is a work of fiction. All similarities are coincidental. Anyone under 18, please do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy.] (C) Copyright 2008 M Saint "Hurry, open the door!" Cried Gina. Her hands cupping herself as if it may help her to not gush urine all down her long legs. Gina stood at 6'1", her hair black, eyes brown. Thin, but a nice build. Her black skirt blew lightly in the wind. "Okay, it's open," Replied Brett. His shorter and stalky frame of 5'11" stood at the door. His hair in a mohawk, green, eyes bluish gray. Gina made a dash for the restroom. The house was pitch black, and ominously quiet. Not that it was out of the norm for any empty house to be so, but it felt much different. Neither one paid much attention. Over the course of several hours, they both have shared numerous drinks which included beer, several shots of tequila, bourbon, rum, and mixed drinks all night long. It was a dark night, and the full moon glow shined down on the earth leaving a bluish light out of the shadows. Before Brett took a step inside the front door, he glanced across the street towards a darkened side of a neighbors house. From where he stood, he thought he could see a silhoullette of someone facing him. He dismissed it as just a trick of the dark, and walked inside shutting the heavy door behind him. Gina finished up in the restroom, and pulled up her panties before facing the mirror. Her makeup ran a bit, but otherwise didn't lose its perfection. The wind picked up outside, and the trees blew with each strong gust. The sounds of scratching began outside, but Gina figured it was the branches scratching the side of the house. The bathroom door opened slightly, and there was a long pause. "Brett? Is that you?" She called out. Gina stood in place and waited for a reply. A few seconds passed, and Brett opened the door wide and began to sing and air guitar to a random punk tune. "You fucking asshole!" She screamed at him, and shoved him out of the way as she headed for the bedroom. "I'm sorry," he called out after her pacing slowly behind her. Brett walked in behind Gina and closed the bedroom door behind them. Gina jumped onto the bed and unbuttoned her top. "How sorry are you?" She whispered seductively. "Oh, I'm so so sorry," He muttered almost stuttering. "Will you show me just how sorry you are?" "Oh yes." "Strip for me." Brett paused, then in an awful attempt at dancing, he was stopped by Gina, as she pushed him back on the bed, and inched her way down to his shorts opening the belt. He moaned slightly. As Gina fully opened his shorts she pulled them down to his ankles and stared at his half hard erection. She brought her mouth down to it and breathed heavily on it with hot breath. He moaned some more. "You like that?" she cooed. She unbuttoned her top all the way and dropped it to the floor. She slid her fingers into each side of her panties and inched them down off her hips until they were completely off of her body. "Do you want my pussy?" Brett was left speechless at the site of her fully nude body pressing against him setting his dick off into a rock hard pulsing frenzy. Precum oozed a drop from the head and Gina took the tip of her tongue and licked it off making Brett's cock twitch in anticipation. "Did you like that?" She asked Brett, and paused to hear what he would say. He didn't speak, but only smiled heavily and closed his eyes. She opened her mouth wide and took in his cock moving her tongue around as she sucked him off. She kept a steady rhythm, and sucked his head while she cupped and massaged his balls. "Oh yeah. Suck me hard." Gina ralaxed her jaw and opened her throat deep to receive the whole shaft as she deep throated his dick and pumped it hard as she blew him well and jerked him off waiting for him to explode in her mouth. She continued wildly and sucked more and more moving her tongue and mouth up and down and around, until he squeezed the sheets tight and released a hot thick load into her gaping mouth. It shot hard and she almost gagged on it, but took it in and swallowed every last drop. "Delicious," she said licking her lips. "Now eat my pussy you dirty bastard," She commanded. Brett rolled her over and relaxed in between her thighs. Spreading her lips, he wiggled his tongue and pushed deep into her hole licking up her juices. She ran her fingers through his hair, mashing his face into her wet cunt. Her other hand fingered her clit, and she came hard. Brett licked her clean and continued sucking her pussy. He stuck a few fingers in her and jacked her pussy off while his tongue rotated, wiggled, and pressed deep into her. She screamed loud as she received several orgasms back to back. "Suck my pussy. Suck me you fuckin bastard." Her last orgasm forced its way out so hard, she arched her back, dug her finger nails into Brett, and squeezed her thighs to almost cut off his circulation. "Oh God, I can go for a joint," she said as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, sounds like a plan," Brett responded regaining composure. He reached for his box. As he opened it, he pulled out a small baggie filled with a few large nuggets and some good shake. "Oh fuck, no papers." "You got a bowl?" She suggested. "Hell yeah I do." He answered. He reached for it, pulled it out and filled the bowl with shake. "Light it up," she said licking her lips both from anticipation and the taste of cum lingering sweetly on her lips. Brett lit up the bowl and inhaled deeply filling his mouth with pot. He held it, then released feeling ready to ckoke, but did his best not to. Gina grabbed it from him, and clicked the lighter making sure it was still lit. Brett grabbed his dick and jerked himself hard again. While Gina took slow hits from the pipe, he leaned over laying her back and pushed his cock in deep. She hardly flinched as he pumped her slow but steadily. She continued to take slow hits. "Oh shit," she muttered. "Time for a refill." Brett didn't pay attention to her. He fucked her wet sticky cunt harder and harder. She reached in the box, and grabbed the bag of shake. She took it and filled up the bowl. It filled to the top. She lit up again and took constant, but slow hits. Brett sucked on her nipples and licked on her neck as his dick slipped inside and out making her pussy more wet and hot. Every dirty word he could think of escaped his mouth as he flipped her over, grabbed her hips and shoved himself deep into her hole from behind her. She moaned louder and louder now as he plowed, pulled her hair and screamed at her fucking her and pushing every inch of himself inside her. Gina took another hit, as she did her best to keep herself held up. "Cum in me. Cum deep in my pussy." She planted her head into the pillow, then leaned up to take another hit. Brett pounded hard into her, let out a loud scream and shot a thick, powerful load into her sloppy dripping cunthole. He stayed inside her, and Gina giggled a bit. "Good for you?" She asked, then took another hit emptying the bowl completely. "I'm so fuckin blown." They both lay back and passed out next to eacother naked. Ginas hand rest wrapped around Bretts cock and occasionally she would jerk it for a slight second. Then, it became completely quiet again. Outside the house, the scratching returned. Moans of a darker kind were present as well. Brett kissed Gina's forehead, then got up to go to the restroom. He entered the bathroom, and stood over the toilet to take a piss. He heard a noise outside the house, but thought, "Neh," and continued. After he finished he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He flexxed his chest, and out of the corner of his eye, a shadow moved past the window. Naked, and fearless, he headed for the backdoor and opened it, ready to let whoever it was have a piece of his fist. Nobody was there. As he began to turn around to head back inside, he was attacked sending him backwards onto the ground staring into the deep hollowed eyes of the dead. He tried to scream, but the creature thrust Brett's head into the ground and bit into his throat. Blood began to gush, and he twitched and tried to add pressure to his wound. It was too deep to keep in control. Moans began to sound in the background. Brett lay on the ground unable to move, and as he took his last breath, his grip let go of his killer. Two more zombies came out of the darkness to feast on his flesh. His bloody, naked body ripped apart and plated on the cold earth strung about as a feast for the dead. His eyes lost. Gina opened her eyes and moved her hand to touch Brett and cuddle next to him. He wasn't there, so Gina got up to check on him. Her head spinning, and her body shivering. She grabbed a robe, and put it on. Her cold nipples poking at the robe tenting it a little. She moved toward the restroom, and seen he wasn't in there. Moving towards the kitchen, the lights remained out. The back door slightly ajar added concern, and she walked slowly towards it opening it up and looking around outside to see what was going on. She looked down around the ground. There was nothing. Not Brett's body was no longer there. She looked up as she heard a noise coming from behind the garage. "Brett? Do you need some help?" She asked calling for him. As she called his name again, Brett's head dropped to the ground, exposing it's bloody skin and flesh. Gina screamed and turned to reenter the back door, but a moaning dark figure neared her preventing her from going back. She ran around the house, and down the block screaming for help. Screams were faintly heard in the background, and figures in the darkness looked on towards her. As she ran further down the street. she tripped and fell to the ground banging the side of her head. Gina was knocked out. ---------------------------Waking Up--------------------------- Gina woke up to gunshots. She lay on a couch as a woman, along with her little girl looked over her to make sure she was alright. Looking around, she noticed the house was dimly lit, the windows and door boarded up tight and a boy, maybe 16 or so, enter the room. His rifle propped on his shoulder, and a pistol held in the front of his pants. "Are you okay?" He asked Gina. "I think so." She answered, rubbing her head. "My name is Jason." He introduced himself. "I'm Betty." The woman said. "This here is my step-daughter, Natalie." She continued. "Hey." Gina said. "How are you?" She tried reaching for the girls hand. Natalie held tighter to her step-mother. "She's just scared. We're all scared. I don't know what's happening." Betty spoke, beginning to cry. "We'll be fine." Jason assured. The other three were too frightened to believe it. Screams and groans were growing louder outside, and Jason held his rifle as he walked towards the front. He opened a small hole in the front of the house, and poked his rifle out taking a shot at something as screams were heard. Another blast, then silence. Another shot, and a loud pop was heard as it hit its target. "Blew its fucking head right off!" Jason yelled in victory. Natalie held onto Betty even tighter. Jason spit to the floor, and closed the hole. He set the gun next to the wall, and walked towards Gina. "So, how about a little kiss for your savior?" he asked, staring sharply into her eyes. "What?" She returned, in a serious tone. "I am your rescuer, and I think I deserve something in return." He said, cracking his knuckles. "Or I could throw you right back out there." "You got to be kidding me?" She said nervously. Jason grabbed her by her robe opening it up revealing her tall naked frame. Gina smacked him in the face and he threw her onto the floor. "I guess it's out to the wolves, darlin'" He hissed, grabbing her around the throat. Natalie screamed and Jason went to backhand her. He almost made contact when Gina screamed, "Okay! I'll do it. Okay." Jason grabbed her again and drug her into the next room. He stood her up and pressed hard into her taking her robe completely off. He grabbed the pistol, and pointed it towards her head as he unfastened his belt, and dropped his pants. Gina grabbed hold of his penis and jerked him off. He moaned a little and stared into her eyes. "Want me to blow you?" she said sounding horny, convincing Jason. "No. No, I don't want you biting it off." He answered. He was about to stick it inside her, when a scream outside turned his head around. Gina kneed him in the groin sending him down hard to the floor. "Fuck!" he screamed out. Gina ran towards the back of the house, unlocked and opened the door for escape. Jason recollected himself and ran towards the back. Seeing the door was open, he walked out looking fast and hard in all directions. As he stood there holding his pistol out to shoot on sight, the door behind him slammed shut. The sounds of locks were heard. Jason ran towards the door, and banged on it. On the other side of the door Gina stood and backed away before turning around towards the front room. She watched Natalie cry and squeeze Betty harder, too frightened to look up. Gunshots were heard blasting away out the back, and screams rang as Jason became victim to the ravenous flesh eating creatures. Holding herself to cover her nudity, Gina asked, "Do you live here?" "No. We ran here trying to find shelter." Betty said scared, but calming herself. Gina looked around. "I don't know if this was his house either. This place doesn't look right for him. It's a family home, and I haven't seen any pictures with his face on them." Betty said, as she thought more. "Stay here. I'm going to check upstairs." Gina told Betty. She headed towards the stairs and slowly walked up them keeping her eye on everything, and anything. A light glowed from underneath a door. Gina walked towards it, and opened it up. Slowly the door creaked open and in the center of the room, a corpse lay tied to the bed. "Grotesque." Gina thought. The body of a woman, maybe early twenties lay decaying, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back into her skull. There were no clothes left to cover the body. Gina pulled the sheet that almost hung completely off the bed over her, covering her dead frame in respect. As Gina turned towards the closet to search for clothing to cover her own body, a thud was heard from just inside it. Scratching and groans began. Gina turned around towards the door. As she walked through, she shut the door. She walked down the stairs to meet once again Betty and Natalie. Betty asked, "Everything okay? Did you find any clothes?" "Dumb question." Gina thought. "No. Can I have your shirt?" She asked, extending her hand. Betty sat up, as Natalie let go her grip around her waist, and pulled her shirt from over her head. Her breast filling her large bra. Betty's body wasn't large, but fit. Her breast were just big enough for her body to hold. Gina grabbed hold of the shirt and put it on. It slid down her body and felt soft to her skin. The length just reached the middle of her hips and didn't cover much of her vagina. Even though it didn't, Gina thanked her. "You're welcome." Betty answered. "We have to go." Gina proposed. "We have to get out of here and go somewhere a little more safe." "Okay." Betty acknowledged. "I'm scared." Natalie whispered to Betty. "It's gonna be alright." Betty said, assuring her that she'd be taken care of. "Okay, I think that the back is the only exit here. Everywhere else seems to be boarded up pretty good." Gina said, as she grabbed a poker by an unuseable fireplace. Natalie let go of Betty. "I can be tough." She said. "I believe you can be." Gina answered, filling Natalie with courage. "Okay. Time to go." Gina led the troop towards the back, and as they got to the door, Gina peered through a crack in the boards at the window. No sign of movement. She opened the door slowly, and they hurried out scared, but trying to be brave. They moved out the back, and around the house. Moans were heard in the distance, but not too close. "okay, it all seems clear." Gina called. A zombie stepped out from the shadows, and lunged toward Gina. Natalie screamed. It was Jason. His eyes gray, and face bitten into as blood dripped from an open wound. His arms extended and grabbed at Gina. As Jason's corpse continued to swing and claw at her, Gina swung the iron poker and crushed his skull in, leaving a coagulated spurt of blood dribble slow out the side of his brains. "Oh fuck!" Betty shouted. Natalie's mouth hung open and eyes wide as she witnessed the dark event. Gina took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's go." The streets were lit up by the streetlights lined down the way. Gina began to run, with her breasts bouncing underneath the shirt given by Betty. Betty's breasts were bouncing hard causing her to breath heavier to catch a breath. Natalie ran with ease, but being younger, had a harder time catching a good breath. "Over there!" Gina pointed. "The car is running." The three ran towards the powered vehicle as Gina peered inside to make sure nobody was present. Surprisingly, no one existed, and the three entered the car as fast as they could. ---------------------------5 Miles Away----------------------------- In an RV, parked in a deserted lot, a couple lay fucking in their bed. "Uh, uh, keep going David." The woman moaned. David held the woman's waist from behind, and penetrated her pussy with his 9 1/2 inch cock. "Harder?" he asked. "Oh God yeah. Fuck me harder!" she moaned. David, being in his early twenties, had stamina, and his cock filled his forty three year old sex partner whole making her shake and cum fast, and cry out in lust for more. "Just like that! More." She cried. "Oh, Mrs. Tabernacle," He moaned. "Miranda! Call me miranda!" She cried, as David's pulsating cock filled her hole making her cum again dripping down his shaft. Miranda Tabernacle was a woman that lived next door to him for years. After the chaos, David took the chance to finally get her into bed. Miranda wanted the same. Now that her husband was dead, she had her chance, and slipped down to take David's cock into her mouth. She opened her mouth and bobbed up and down, slipping the skin in and out as she tasted the juices she left behind. She loved her taste, and it made her suck harder on him making his body shake. As she continued her blowjob, David wrapped both hands around the back of her head. He pulled on her head as she stroked his cock with her mouth, building pressure in his balls. He moaned louder. "I'm gonna cum." He cried. "Cum in my mouth." Miranda said, continuing to suck him hard. As She kept her lips wrapped around his shaft, tasting the flesh with her tongue, David gripped the back of her neck, and shot streams of cum down her throat. She could hardly contain it all, and some dribbledfrom the side of her mouth. She popped his cock out of her mouth, still holding it, and licked her lips to collect every ounce of semen he left behind. "Fuck me again, baby." She whispered. David became hard again and plunged his long love stick inside Miranda's super wet hole filling her with joy at each stroke. David pumped her fast and hard taking deep, steady breath's and keeping a good pace. Miranda's body shuddered as she came. As David thrust harder, Miranda came again. "You like it when I fuck your pussy, baby? You like my big hard dick filling you up and making you cum?" He said, talking dirty as he banged her cunt with might. "Yeah, baby. Fill me up. Fill my pussy, baby. Fuck me harder." She begged. David popped his dick out of her waiting hole, and pushed it next to her to tease. She moaned, and he slid it back inside her making the feeling so unbearable she came hard and bit his lower lip with ecstacy. He continued thrusting and beating up her cunt lips as she begged and moaned for him to do it harder. He rammed her pussy hard hitting her clit through the skin and made her cum again. "I'm gonna cum again." He said and she held onto his hips to let him shoot his load inside her. His semen ejaculated hitting the walls and dripping both down inside her, and out of her down her buttocks and onto the sheets. "Oh my God!" she cried. "Even my husband couldn't fuck me like you did!" David lay back with a smile on his face. He finally fucked his long time crush. As they lay next to eachother, the outside filled with the moans and screams of the dead. David got up, put on clothes and hurried to the wheel of the big vehicle. He started it up, and put it into gear as he made way towards the nearest road. --------------------------Down The Highway-------------------------- Gina and company drove down the highway, noticing the emptiness surrounding them. No cars in sight. Natalie lay asleep in the back seat, and Betty wasn't too far off as Gina continued to drive. The windows reamined up so as not to let in the cold breeze, and also no intruders. The road seemed to get darker in some points. Gina would drive along, be in light for a few seconds, then near darkness the next few seconds. Bodies were sprawled out in the road. Blood splattered everywhere as the corpses remained still. Gina stopped the car, and looked quickly around the way to see how she would make her way past. As she looked, a zombie screamed towards her. Her foot slammed the gas pedal, and the car sped off leaving it behind. Betty and Natalie woke up to screeching tires and screams. Gina looked into the rear view mirror to see the two shaking. Her eyes adjusted further back and seen the same zombie slowly pulling itself up onto the back of the trunk. Gina kept her speed, and tried to figure out a way to get rid of it without seriously injuring either one of themselves. Gina had a plan. "Okay you two. I'm going to toss it off the side, but it requires me to slam on my brakes. I'm gonna spin out and I know it sounds dangerous, but you have to trust me." She finished. "Do it!" Betty screamed, watching the zombie close in on them. She held Natalie tight as Gina grabbed the wheel, jerked to the side as she hit the brakes. The car spun around almost completely as the corpse lost its grip, flying off the side and crashing to the ground. Its skull smashed in, as dark chunks oozed from the open wound. Gina tapped the gas and let loose the brakes sliding now into the spin, then straightening the car out towards the same direction they were heading. Without a seconds hesitation, they peeled out and were on their way. "Oh shit!" Natalie screamed. "Natalie!" Betty laughed. "It's alright, honey." She continued. Gina drove down the road stopping slowly and looking around as they entered an open lot at K-Mart's. The car came to a halt, as the car putted. The car died, making the three feel uneasy. Gina looked in the dash to see the gas gauge at empty. Exiting the vehicle, she looked under the car to see the last remaining drops empty from the fuel line. "Oh, fuck!" Gina said, angered. "Just fucking great." "What is it?" Betty asked. "We're definitely going to have to get inside." She said, pointing to the building with the large K on the front above the doors. "Sigh," Betty exhaled. "Okay, honey, we're going to go inside." She talked to Natalie. "Okay," Natalie answered, not feeling so much scared as before. Gina walked quickly, but slow enough for the others to catch up. The lot stay lit up by the lights shining from atop the large poles. The inside of the building remained lit up as well. Not a person in sight. They walked to the front doors, and pulled slowly on them. -------------------------Two Lovers Inside------------------------- Locked inside the women's restroom, a young couple were spending perhaps, their last bit of time together. Thier bodies almost completely naked except for shoes to keep their feet clean from the disgusting floor. Their clothes draped over the sink, and against another, the girl leaned back, moaning in pleasure. The man penetrating her vagina with his very erect penis. The sink shook hard as if to break away from its position on the wall. The young man thrust deep into her slippery hole, filling her deep and causing her to convulse as her body gave way to multiple orgasms. "I love you, Thomas," The girl said, shaking and moaning as her vaginal orifice was willingly violated. Thomas kept going, kissing the girl on her mouth, and tasting her saliva. What they both knew and understood, was that the girl had been bitten on her arm. The wound darkening, and her body increasingly growing cold, they were spending their last bit of life making love. "Tanya, I love you too!" Thomas cried to her, holding her close as he filled her cunt with his cock. Her cries were deepening, and tears slowly stopped falling. Thomas still held her close, closing his eyes as his thick member let loose a powerful shot of semen. Her waiting hole filling up, and then dribbling out its entire contents. Thomas looked down as her muscles loosened, and he noticed his cum dribbling out. As he looked up to his beloved, Tanya, her eyes were now white. The outside walls were almost bloodshot, and she stared blankly at Thomas. As Thomas had thoughts of changing his mind, and leaving his place in the restroom, Tanya's corpse had other plans as she lunged for him, grappling his back. Thomas screamed. ---------------------------Breaking In?----------------------------- Gina and company pulled on the doors. They were locked. As they tried to think of how they were going to enter, Natalie pulled on a door at the end, and it fell open. "Here!" Natalie yelled. Gina and Betty ran to her, and quickly entered the building, making sure that the door was locked behind them this time. Walking into the next set of doors, they looked around into the semi-large sized inside. Lights were on, and the place seemed to be untrashed. It was a relief to them, but there seemed to be an uncomfortable silence to it all. They moved slowly in, and Gina led the way to the ladies department. Betty grabbed a shirt and put it on to cover her hanging breasts. The shirt was thin, and they pressed against the cotton. Betty stared at herself and pulled on her tits feeling sexy as she looked back up and stopped. She giggled. "Sorry." She said, feeling slightly embarassed. "It's okay," Gina answered. Gina grabbed herself a pair of black pants, a small form fitting shirt, and a pair of black shoes. She looked in the mirror by the shoes at her own figure. Comfortable, sexy, and perfect for moving about. Natalie giggled a bit, then Betty joined in. Gina couldn't help but do the same. "I have to go to the potty, mommy" Natalie chimed in. "Okay kiddo," Betty responded, pulling her hand towards the back where the big restroom sign hung. Gina stepped over to the Sporting Department. While K-Mart never had much to offer in sporting equipment and hunting gear, they certainly had enough there to use. Gina did not hesitate to grab a belt, and pouch. She hooked it around her waist, and grabbed a shotgun from behind the counter. As she did so, she looked down to see an officer dead. His large body still, and a bullet wound was visible entering from under his chin to the top of his head. An apparent suicide. The handgun still in his hand, and two clips on his belt. Gina reached down to grab it, nervous that he might waken to bite her. His body lay still. He was dead, as the bullet must have obliterated his brain. As Gina grabbed hold of the gun, she checked the clip, and slid it back in. Full minus one round. She fitted it in her belt, and stuck the clips in the bag. Hurriedly, she snatched a few boxes of shells for the shotgun, and stuffed them into the pouch. She reached over to grab a second bag to fit more in. As she was looking around for anything else that may be useful, her ears perked as Natalie's screams filled the store. Gina ran towards the back. As she made her way to the restrooms, she noticed a zombie attacking Betty, and biting into her breast. Betty bounced back against the wall as a second zombie grabbed her at the side, pulling her head towards it and ripping open her throat. Blood poured as Betty fell to the ground. Gina pulled the pistol out of her belt, and unloaded a round in the male zombies brains. She aimed again and blew the female zombies head clean off. Pieces of brain and blood ran down the wall. Betty fought to breathe, but blood filled her lungs and oxygen never made it through. Her body slumped over and she died. Gina yanked on Natalies arm and held her tight, but hurried towards the front of the building to make an escape. Gina and natalie looked out towards the lot, and their eyes opened wide. Hordes of the undead were inching their way to them, moaning and screaming. As Gina loaded the shotgun and pumped it, she watched as a big RV came from the left and smashed into a small groups of zombies. "Die again, you fuckers!" A younger man screamed at the dead. "Hurry! Get inside!" An older woman yelled, beckoning the two to enter. Gina pulled Natalie inside, and quickly sat down on the small couch. Iron bars were welded to the windows, and a large lock fit the door, holding it in place. The man noticed Gina looking at them and said, "It was my dad's RV. He was a crazy ass kind of guy. Always thought that the dead would come back to get him." He continued. "we always thought he was a schizo or something. Turns out the mother fucker was right." He rambled on. "I'm Miranda," The older woman introduced herself. "That there is David." "Thank you," Gina spoke, holding Natalie tight. As the RV drove on, Natalie began to cry. Gina comforted her and stroked her hair. Her sobs lightened and she eventually fell into a deep sleep. "Well, she must have been really tired," Miranda said, handing Gina a cup of instant coffee. "I had to heat it up in the microwave." "Oh, it's okay." Gina thanked her, taking a sip. David smiled at their reflections in the mirror. The RV pressed on, heading for the next town. Miranda turned on the television and most of the stations were static, or the Emergency Broadcast System. One channel though had a pre-recorded feed. The man behind the news desk looked into the camera, and spoke to the general public. "Some time ago, we had gotten word about strange occurrances happening in this city, and all surrounding areas. reports of zombies devouring the flesh of victims have rapidly developed, and in return, their victims rose and killed in the same manner. We strongly advise anyone out there to lock their doors. Stay on higher ground, and avoid all contact with these zombies. If anyone does indeed find themselves face to face with the dead, run, and if necessary, use blunt force to the head. Decapitation, crushing the brain, or shooting them directly into their head will put them down permanently. Do not attempt to rescue or help any of your loved ones." He announced. As Gina and Miranda watched this, David slammed on his brakes. "What the hell?" Miranda blurted, as she turned around to the front. "Look," is all David said. Shining in the headlights was two army stationed jeeps. A small barricade was set in front of the bridge. A small crwew of men stood firm in the front and looked inside the vehicle. "Yes!" David screamed. "We're safe." Miranda grabbed his arm as David opened the door. Stepping out he began to make his way towards the group. The men greeted David and Miranda as they approached. Gina and Natalie felt unsure of their surroundings. "I need you to wait here, Natalie." Gina told her. "No, don't go," Natalie cried. "I don't want you to leave me, please." "I promise I will be right back," She whispered. "I'll be right outside. You can see me standing right there." She assured Natalie. "Hurry back, Gina." Natalie said, scared. "Lock this door behind me." Gina said, as she stepped outside and shut the door. Natalie locked it and stepped back, sitting back down on the small couch. Gina walked over to the men. They were all dressed in Army fatigue, and loaded top to bottom with military grade weaponry. Gunshots were heard in the distance, and small explosions sprang from different areas. Out of the darkness, a group of zombies moved in. Shots were fired as the military men blasted through over a dozen bodies, tearing off limbs and shattering the skulls of their opponents. As they continued unloading round after round, Gina ran to the RV. She banged on the door for almost 10 seconds, then click, and the door swung open. Natalie stood in front of Gina with eyes open wide. Gina jumped inside and locked the door. Outside, the group of the dead were growing and mauled everything in sight. David crawled across the ground, pulling helplessly with his torn hand. Miranda's body was ripped to pieces, and was being eaten away by the undead. Gina checked the lock on the door twice, and jumped into the front seat. No keys in the ignition. "Oh fuck!" Gina screamed. As she looked ahead toward the front of the RV, there they lay. twenty or so feet from a group of the cannibalistic creatures. Gina ran to the door, drawing the pistol from her belt. She held it up, and unlocked the door. As she opened it, she made a dash for the keys.Natalie shut the door and locked it again. As Gina snatched the keys from the ground, she was noticed. Making haste, she ran back to the big vehicle shooting at the heads of her enemies. Once to the door, it was opened by Natalie. Again, Gina locked it behind her and wasted no time starting the RV up. She backed it up, and right turned to the opposite direction. Her mind was set. "Let's get as far away from here as possible." Gina said, feeling a small weight lift from her shoulders. As Natalie sat in the next seat by Gina, she fastened her seat belt tight. They were heading for somewhere safe, if there was such a place through all the chaos. The sun began to rise, as they made their way to their next destination. [END]

Blessing of the Saint By Mythical Traveller Associate professor Cassandra Marsh stomped into her office, tossed a plastic folder of notes on to her desk and groaned in annoyance. She had just (finally) gotten rid of an insufferably persistent gentleman by acquiescing to his request for a date. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had been an office-warming gift from her grandfather and turned her eyes to the ceiling as she mulled over the prospective night ahead. Cassie had never been good at dating, nor had she ever particularly enjoyed it. She was not averse to love or sex, in fact, she often dreamed of one day finding a Mr.Right and occasionally caught herself eyeing off a handsome stranger. But she disliked the sense of obligation to be good company that came with dating. Not to mention the thousands of unwritten dating `rules' that she could make neither hide nor hair of. Cassie knew that she was not good company for would-be suitors. The few that did come back for a second date were quick to bail out when they realised that she was not easily claimed as a sexual conquest. Only a couple of people knew that twenty-five year old Cassandra Marsh was still a virgin. She had come close to losing it once - four years ago she had been out on a series of dates with a man she'd met at college. On the sixth date, after driving her home to her apartment, he began kissing her with unsolicited passion while he slipped his hand up her skirt. She found the sensations of him stroking and gently probing her womanhood, through her panties, to be awkward and uncomfortable, but she let it continue until the situation became too unpleasant to bear. The man's response to her sudden display of reluctance was profane. "You must be fucking kidding me!" were the words that kept echoing through Cassie's memory. But ultimately, he was decent enough to cease his advances immediately, for which, Cassie later realized, she was extremely fortunate. The incident had prompted Cassie to wonder if perhaps she was a lesbian. The fact that she had never felt attracted to a woman, even though she had several beautiful friends, seemed to dissuade this theory, but nevertheless, it was a question that still played on her mind, from time to time. As she forced herself to stop fretting about her upcoming date, Cassie turned her head and inadvertently caught sight of the ancient iron statuette sitting upon a modern pedestal, along the southern wall of her office. It was a sculpture of two people; a man and a woman, kneeling, looking into each other's eyes and holding each other's forearms. The figures were about eight inches in height, crudely moulded and almost featureless. They knelt upon a rough, but level iron base that was about an inch in depth. Though simple, the artefact had a genuine quality to it that made it a nice little piece. Cassie sighed softly as she looked at the artefact, not in frustration, but in sorrow. The friend who had handed the sculpture over to Cassie, a wild-hearted archaeologist named Clara Roft, had been missing for several weeks. She had been working with a group of archaeologists who had stumbled upon the tomb of a medieval Persian noble; a man who just happened to bear the name Hal'hadin (English translation: Alladin). Then one morning the rest of her colleagues awoke to discover that Clara was gone. Since then, no one, not even her parents had heard from her. Tomorrow marked the four-month anniversary of Clara's last confirmed sighting. This was not the best time for Cassie to have to put up with a randy American trying to woo her. "Bloody fool, girl," Cassie said softly, shaking her head as she cursed the cavalier lifestyle that, in all likelihood, had ended her best friend's life. Had circumstances been different, Cassie probably would have donated the artefact to a museum by now, or put it into the storage vault in the university's archaeology department. But silly as it seemed, Cassie's sentimentality would not allow her to part with the last thing her lost friend had ever given her. In a way, she hated the sculpture being in her office, as every time she looked at it, she felt a pang of despair hit her right in the stomach. Yet she could not get rid of the ancient piece. Again, she shook her head, more vigorously this time, as she forced herself to focus on her work. She had to review her notes, and there were several points to research before she sat down again with the delegations from the foreign universities tomorrow. Now that her night was blown, she didn't have the luxury of time on her hands, either. -------------------------------------------- Nick O'Reilly sat quietly in an English restaurant that was far classier than he was and, with a smirk on his face, wondered what the hell he was doing here. He had come over to England with two Yale professors and four other grad students as part of a conference of archaeological and religious scholars, being hosted at Cambridge. The subject of the conference was two sets of temple ruins recently uncovered in south- eastern China. The discovery radically challenged preconceived notions about how Confucianism expanded during the Han dynasty. Nick's role in the delegation had been changed at the last minute. He was supposed to have been an assistant to his mentor, Professor Hudson. But after Professor Hudson came down with a case of chicken pox that he had caught from his granddaughter, Nick was charged with delivering the professor's theories to the conference, himself. It mightn't have been so bad except for that stubborn Professor Marsh, who aggressively argued with nearly every point that Nick posed. Nick fought for Professor Hudson's ideas as best he could, but the associate professor from Cambridge had come to the table well armed with intelligent arguments. She had a completely different school of thought to him and Hudson, she was unconceding and she was an infuriating intellectual opponent. And for some bizarre reason that rang all of Nick's bells. The fact that she was very good looking certainly did her no harm, either. As soon as the conference adjourned for lunch, Nick sought the young professor out and expressed his desire to take her out to dinner. Her polite, but cynical rebuffs, seasoned with a dash of classic British wit, made him want her all the more. He asked her out again during an `afternoon tea' break, and when the conference had adjourned for the day he followed her around incessantly. He teased her with a guilt-inducing description of the lonely night she was sentencing him to, until finally, on the threshold of her office, she indignantly agreed to a single date. Afterwards, Nick began to wonder if she would really show, considering how much he had agitated her. But, true to her word, Professor Cassandra Marsh appeared in the restaurant entrance only ten minutes after Nick had been seated by the matre'd. Her expression was far from one of excitement, but at least it was a good deal friendlier than when they had last parted ways. Her outfit seemed more appropriate for a woman heading to a business meeting than one going out on a hot date. In fact, Nick realized after a couple of seconds that her attire had scarcely changed since the conference. Her jacket and skirt were black instead of grey, but they were exactly the same style as the ones she'd worn earlier. Her white blouse looked identical to the one she'd been wearing earlier, too, although it did appear to be fresh. Her lipstick was a more noticeable shade of red, but apart from that, the professor didn't appear to be wearing any makeup. Nick didn't mind - this woman didn't need cosmetics to look good. Behind her, a shiny mane of ebony hair extended all the way to the small of her back. It was not bound or styled in any way, merely well brushed, just as it had been when Nick had last seen her. Knowing the Englishes' expectation of good manners, Nick had prepared himself to get up and help Cassandra into her seat, but as it turned out, he didn't need to - the matre'd escorted Professor Marsh to Nick's table and seated her himself. As she sat down, Cassie noticed that her date had shaved most of the stubble from his face, leaving only his thin van-dyke beard and was also wearing cologne. Cassie hated it when they made an effort - it made her feel more self-conscious, more obligated to be appealing. After exchanging pleasantries, Nick and Cassie were each handed a menu. The wine list was also placed on the table for Nick's perusal. Nick successfully concealed his surprise at the prices before him and silently lamented the huge dent the night was going to make in his travelling budget. Although he was attending Yale, Nick was not a rich man. His attendance at the prestigious college was only due to an impressive scholarship and parents that had been saving for his education since his birth. Several minutes later, Nick was somewhat relieved to hear his date order only a moderately-priced meal. The dinner conversation was ramshackle, to say the least. Nick's contribution was what one would expect on a first date: a brief description of his family, his general interests, his minors in college, and what it was like growing up in a mid-sized Ohio town. Cassie, on the other hand, only talked about two things: archaeology and mythology. She discussed some of the digs she'd been a part of during her student years, but apart from that, the only personal detail Nick had learned about her by the end of the meal was that she was born in Bristol. It was funny, really. Cassie wasn't a social misfit. She had many friends, both at work and across the globe, of both genders. She could discuss everyday topics quite easily, and had a great sense of humor. Nor was she an unusually private woman. But there was just something about the dating game that compelled her to revert back to `mythology professor' mode at every opportunity. In a way, it was her friend Clara's fault. When they had first met, Cassie was a smart, sweet, but shy teenager. Several years of exposure to Clara's wild, rebellious nature had left a lasting impression on Cassie. Whereas once she would have kept any controversial viewpoints to herself, Cassie had come to realize that she was damned good at her chosen field, and her opinions deserved to be heard, if nothing else. And if someone challenged one of her ideas and she knew it was evidentially supported, Cassie would not go down without a fight. Towards the end of the meal, Cassie and Nick stumbled into a heated argument about the subject matter of the conference. The last few bites of their meals grew cold as the local girl duelled fiercely with the young American over what people halfway across the world may or may not have believed two millennia ago. The tension in the air prompted some awkward silences at neighboring tables. Twenty minutes later, Cassie disarmed her opponent with an unshakeable argument, resulting in him magnanimously admitting that she had been right all along. Cassie was a humble victor. With only a polite smile, she picked up her fork and resumed her meal, scowling in distaste as she took the first bite as if to say, "Why is this suddenly so cold?" Nick had been enlightened to some interesting truths about ancient China by the Cambridge professor, but his mood was sombre. The English rose didn't seem so attractive now that Nick had seen the apparent absence of romance in her heart. They each ordered a small desert to follow the main meal. Cassie initiated several short conversations about other mythological matters, apparently not noticing that Nick's effervescence had faded since the argument. When the waiter delivered the check, Cassie took out her purse. Nick insisted that he would pay, to which Cassie responded that she would be happy to settle the bill. When Nick insisted a second time, Cassie didn't argue. Instead she flashed him a polite smile. Once the meal had been paid for, Nick and Cassie headed for the door. They stood out on the street for a few seconds in awkward silence, making fleeting eye contact only a couple of times. Nick was about to offer his date a ride home, and if she refused, say his goodbyes. But before he got the chance, Cassie awkwardly blurted out an invitation back to the university, to show him the archaeology department's private collection of antiquities. Several months ago, Cassie's friends had explained to her that calling it a night as soon as you leave the restaurant was a major dating gaffe. She didn't feel comfortable taking this virtual stranger back to her home for a nightcap, but she was determined to improve her dismal dating skills. The university seemed a comfortable enough venue for the date's second act. Nick chuckled softly at how this woman's entire life seemed to revolve around either archaeology or mythology, but he was pleasantly surprised by her attempt to prolong their evening together and gladly accepted the invitation. Cassie had come by cab, but Nick had left his own rental vehicle in a car park not far from the restaurant. After making the short walk to the car park, the couple climbed into the three-year-old Mitsubishi sedan and headed for the university. Cassie drove, even though Nick was the only driver listed on the rental agreement. She knew the way to the university better than Nick, was more accustomed to driving on the left and had had less wine with her dinner. Cassie's university key card gave her access to all the areas of the campus that might pertain to her field - even the radiology labs, in case she ever wanted to carbon date something. Within five minutes of parking, the pair had set foot into the 70-foot-long private gallery, containing ancient artefacts from around the globe. As they progressed from item to item, Cassie gave Nick a detailed description of the item's history and cultural significance. Now that she was sharing her wealth of knowledge with him in such a peaceful manner, Nick began to appreciate how brilliant this woman was. It was easy to understand now, how she had become a professor at such a young age. Despite the fact that she was still exposing nothing of herself, save for her academic prowess, Nick felt his attraction to her returning. He even managed to make her laugh when he playfully called a pre-columbian irrigation device an `Inca Sprinkler'. After they had done the rounds of the gallery, Cassie was still unclear as to whether she had satisfied her post-dinner requirements, so she invited Nick down to her office to show him the few pieces she had there. The fact that there was a coffee pot just down the hall meant that she could also satisfy her obligation to provide her date with a cup of coffee. She was reasonably sure that good dating manners required her to give him a cup of coffee after dinner (in lieu of any sexual favors). After switching on the hallway lights, Cassie strolled over to the small kitchenette, filled the coffee pot with water and turned it on. There were only a handful of antiquities in Cassie's office, and the pot would take a while to boil, so the couple moved off to begin, and finish the short tour before they had their coffee. Cassandra began her tour with the first object to the right of her office door, a shabti (small wooden statue) found in the tomb of an Egyptian priest. Then she continued around the office, counter clockwise. Once again, Cassie gave Nick an intensive run- down on the objects' origins and cultural significance. During a lull in the conversation, Nick's wandering eye caught sight of an object resting upon a pedestal against the southern wall of the office. It was a pair of simple, but charming iron statues kneeling upon a rough iron base. "That's a nice piece," he commented, gesturing towards the well-cleaned iron artefact. Cassie looked over at him, and when she noticed what he was referring to, she let out a solemn sigh. "Yes... yes, I suppose it is," she responded in an insincere tone. "What, you don't like it?" Nick replied with a slight chuckle, having paid more attention to Cassie's tone than her actual words. He was puzzled as to why Cassie would keep an object so prominently in her office if she didn't like it, but was moreover amused by this newly discovered symptom of her eccentricity. "No, no... It's very nice," Cassie assured him, unconvincingly once again. When she saw the teasing scepticism in his eyes, she conceded and revealed the item's personal history. "It was a gift... well, rather, it was kindly given to me for study by an old and very dear friend. She's... she's been missing for some time now," Cassie explained, a hint of sorrow creeping into her voice. Nick's smirk quickly faded and was replaced by a look of pity. "It's supposedly a relic of Saint Valentine," Cassie briskly changed the course of the conversation. "Though I've carbon dated it to well before the eleventh century BC. Do you know the story of Saint Valentine?" she asked. Nick simply shook his head softly. He did know a little about the Saint, but he also knew that Cassie desperately wanted to keep talking about inconsequential history. Somehow, he just knew. "Well, actually, there were numerous saints named Valentine, but we generally agree that the most famous was an early Christian bishop operating out of Terni. Now, according to disputed legends, Valentine was originally an acolyte for the high- priestesses of Juno, in the pagan Roman religion. Supposedly, one of his duties was to care for this, Cassie said, gesturing towards the artefact. "It's a symbol of the forging of a bond between a man and a woman, and it played some unknown role in the temple's marriage ceremonies. Juno, as I'm sure you're aware, was the goddess of marriage; the divine wife." Nick nodded as he slowly stepped closer to the talkative professor. "After he converted to Christianity, Valentine left the temple of Juno to go and live amongst the Christian underground," Cassie continued. "But before he left, he supposedly stole this artefact from the temple, so that he could use it to perform secret marriages for the other Christians. Jesus never gave any specific instructions on how to perform a wedding, so I suppose Valentine just stuck to what he knew. Except that he performed the ceremonies in the name of God, not the name of Juno. "According to legend, the artefact had ceased to exude any power in the pagan temple, and had become largely ceremonial. But when Valentine started using it, the couples claimed that they could actually feel their `two individual worlds becoming one.' The legend even says that during most of the ceremonies, the object briefly turned to solid gold, as God united the two souls with a bond of true love. Valentine supposedly proclaimed that this was evidence that Christian teachings were real; God could unlock the power of true love whereas Juno could not. "Regardless of how much truth there is to the legend, one thing we are sure of is that the Roman government eventually tracked Valentine down and executed him for practicing Christianity. A few centuries later, after the entire empire had been converted, the church renamed February 14th St.Valentine's Day. In pagan tradition, it had been called Juno Februa, a holy day for the worship of Juno. They renamed it in recognition of the fact that Valentine had taken the holy union of marriage from Juno and claimed it in the name of God. By this time, the relic had disappeared and had all but been forgotten. "Clara..." Cassie continued, the smile rapidly fading from her face as memories of her missing friend returned to her, "Clara found it in a secret vault within the basilica at Terni. Valentine himself may have been the one who sealed it in there." "She sounds like a very resourceful woman," Nick finally spoke, trying to reinforce a positive image of Cassie's friend, at a time when she was beset with dark imaginings. "The design is unlike anything we've ever seen associated with Juno," Cassie continued, without responding to Nick's comment. "Quite likely, it was an object of significance that Juno worshippers inherited from a religion that predated their own, probably the Etruscans." "Gee," Nick said, "she must have really thought a lot of you to pass such an important find on to you." He knew that Cassie still didn't want to talk about her friend. But he also knew that she needed to talk about her. She had been bravely bearing her grief in silence for too long. Talking about this artefact, this ancient iron reminder of her missing friend had opened the issue up a little, and though she was reluctant, she was also ready. "I had this theory that Valentine's success with the artefact didn't have anything to do with the religious connotations of the ceremony," Cassie remarked, still nonchalantly dodging Nick's comments. "But rather, with the couples themselves. You see, in Valentine's time, only the richest and most powerful people in Rome would have been married in the high temple of Juno. Almost all of them would have been arranged marriages; orchestrated to cement political ties, or raise a family's standing. Few, if any, of the couples would have actually been in love. But in the underground Christian community... A group of people who have all found inspiration in the same radical, new philosophies, who are devoted enough to follow their beliefs in a lethally intolerant society, and who trust each other with their deadly secret... It certainly sounds like an environment where soul mates are more likely to meet, doesn't it?" she concluded with a nervous chuckle. Nick had slowly approached her during her speech and by now he was standing right beside her. "Cassie..." he began. Some distant part of her consciousness was aware that she had only known this man for less than a day, and only her closest friends and family called her `Cassie'. Yet for some reason, she didn't flinch at his presumptuous familiarity. "...It's time to talk about Clara," Nick said. Cassie turned and looked at him, flooded with emotion. Any other person who looked at Cassie's face in that moment wouldn't have been able to read her, apart from realizing that something was wrong. Yet somehow, Nick knew exactly what she was feeling. One hundred and twenty-two days of waiting for Clara's father to call and say, "She's been found - alive and well," had just come crashing down upon her. To Nick's eyes, Cassie's face was so articulate, he could almost feel her pain himself. "What do you want to know?" Cassie responded, shakily, "She was working on a dig in Turkmenistan and then one day she... she... she..." Before long, her efforts to remain composed had faltered and failed. She threw herself upon her date and held him tightly. Her embrace was instantly reciprocated. "God, I miss her so much, Nick..." she exclaimed in despair. Nick simply cradled Cassie's head as she let it all out. There were no tears - Cassie had been restraining herself for so long that even now, her body didn't quite know how to behave. Regardless, her anguish was real, and deep. "You bloody fool, girl... You bloody, bloody fool..." she chanted over and over and over again. She had uttered those words so many times since her best friend disappeared, but never before in someone else's presence. Nick held her close with patient sympathy, as she aired her private mantra, along with the grief that inspired it, over several minutes. Despite the heart-wrenching impact of this confrontation with her own emotions, Cassie found that the pain was quickly being driven away by an odd sense of comfort. Nick was there for her. She didn't have to face this alone any longer. Even though they had only met twelve hours ago, she felt like she'd known him her whole life. She knew that he would always be there for her from now on. Always be willing to talk to her, or just simply hold her. Somehow, she just knew. The entire office seemed to become lighter as Cassie felt the gnawing pain subside. Nick waited a few moments after Cassie had trailed off into silence and her lips had stopped mouthing the words `bloody fool girl' before he attempted to give some comforting words, "Cassie, I can't tell you that everything will be alright, although I really hope it will be. But whatever happens, all those great memories you have of Clara, all the great things you did together, all the lessons you learned from her... those things are yours to keep, forever. Nothing can ever take them away. I know it hurts now and that it's been hurting for a long time. But Cassie, I want you to realize... you don't have to deal with this on your own any longer. I'm here for you, Cassie." She lifted her head from his shoulder, and looked deep into his sincere blue eyes. He was so wonderful. She loved him so much and she knew that she was very lucky to have a man like him. "Thank you," she said, softly. Then she expressed her gratitude again, this time with a tender kiss to his lips. She kissed him long and slow as Nick returned the gesture with matching enthusiasm. The brilliant, beautiful Englishwoman pressed her slender body against him with increasing firmness as the kiss continued. Paradoxically, despite the growing sense of joy she was feeling, Cassandra felt like the room was becoming dimmer. Nick was between her and Saint Valentine's artefact. She never actually saw it develop a brilliant golden sheen during their embrace earlier. Neither did she see it transform back to it's regular lacklustre tone now that it's work had been done. As had happened so many times during the relic's rich history, two soul mates had come together in it's presence. As a result, a potent bond had been not created, but merely awoken between the young couple, thanks to an enchantment so old that even the ancient Romans had forgotten it's origin. As their lips and bodies remained pressed against one another, each with no apparent desire to break away, Cassie felt tingles of anticipation welling within her body. The primal impulses that had been in hibernation since her puberty were at last being roused by the romance between them. Cassie soon realized that their love remaining unconsummated was becoming an intolerable situation. After their lips had parted, she gazed at him doe-eyed for a few seconds. In some ways, it was hard to believe that this key moment of her life had finally come. She took Nick gently by the hands and led him over to one of the two stylish wooden chairs that sat in front of her desk. Once he was standing in front of the chair she had picked out, she silently placed her hands upon his shoulders and pushed him down on to the chair. As soon as he was seated, Cassie stepped over to him and nimbly straddled him, then sat down upon his lap. Nick exhaled a deep breath of excitement. There was no doubt now - this woman that he had come to love, in such a short space of time, was prepared to take him all the way. He supported her attractive body with one hand between her shoulderblades and the other upon the small of her back. Then, for several seconds, they simply gazed at each other. Cassie's inexperienced hips were rocking softly back and forth, eagerly rehearsing the carnal grind. Nick could feel her warm breath blowing on his cheek. Though they were nigh motionless, the unseen passion within their bodies was building close to bursting point. Then Cassie lunged upon her beloved American with a kiss a million times more wanton than their first, and the hungry indulgence of the flesh had begun. Triggered by Cassie's kiss (which he passionately returned), Nick's tender embrace tightened fiercely around his sexy British professor, vanquishing the few offensive inches of space that had divided their lusting bodies. As one kiss became another and another and another, Nick's lower hand sank down her jacket and on to her matching skirt, stopping as soon as it found itself upon her shapely ass. His fingers clenched repeatedly upon her lissome posterior, squeezing it as firmly as the curve-hugging fabric of her skirt would allow. Cassie's hips were gyrating with only slightly more energy than before. Though her pure womanhood was excited about what it was about to experience, it moved with almost facetious restraint, pressing upon Nick's crotch calmly and slowly as if to say, "Would you like to come out and play?" rather than, "I will have you." After a while, Nick's hand moved away from Cassie's butt, leaving it tingling with delight. He ran his hand across her veiled thigh, then manoeuvred it between her legs and into her skirt. His exploratory fingers soon reached their destination; that warm strip of cloth between the leg-holes of her panties. When he first touched them, her panties were dry, but when he put a little pressure upon her snatch, they quickly became moist. He began to gently rub his fingers up and down the length of her covered labia, inspiring her body to produce a lot more of it's natural lubricant. Cassie cooed happily into the ravenous kiss she was sharing with the man she loved. Unlike the similar advances of the other man, which had seemed so perverse, Nick's attentions to her nether regions felt so good... so right... so arousing. It was a very pleasant surprise. As his skilful hand became more familiar with the treasure beneath her panties, Cassie felt the side of one finger pressing her panties between her outer lips. After a few moments, he had pushed a fold of the fabric in as deep as it would go, and was sliding the length of his finger back and forth between the tender gates of paradise. Perhaps accidentally, his amorous finger brushed against her pearl, rocking her entire body. Her toes clenched within her shoes and her abdomen became giddy for that all-to-brief moment of clitoral stimulation. But once it was over, Cassie's sexual imperative had become more desperate than ever. First thing was first: her panties simply had to go, and unfortunately, Cassie couldn't see how she could be rid of them while her legs were spread over Nick's lap. After leaving their foreplay on a cliffhanger with an extra-assertive kiss, she began to climb off of her date. She nearly tripped over when she caught one of her feet against a front leg of the chair, losing her shoe in the process. She leaned over, so that her lips could lightly skim against his, even while their bodies remained apart. Meanwhile, her speedy hands hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Once both legs had stepped out of the constraining piece of underwear, Cassie blindly tossed it towards some random corner of the office. With Cassie no longer on his lap, Nick took the opportunity to release his implement of love. However, Cassie's interlude was so brief that Nick only had time to unbuckle his belt, before he felt the weight of a wanton woman descending upon his lap once more. One of his hands stuck around to unzip his fly, while the other was quick to resume wooing the round ass of her skirt. As if to make up for the disruption, Cassie drew her date into their most passionate kiss yet, the instant she was off her feet. A moment later, she groped around tenderly, in the vicinity of his open fly and soon found the enormous tent in his underwear. She stroked his rigid organ once or twice through his underpants, partially to heighten his arousal, partially to assess what he had to offer. She was not disappointed. If anything, the sexually inexperienced professor felt a little overwhelmed. Though the English beauty was lavishing countless kisses upon him, Nick's attention was more focused on what he considered to be a very mild hand job. His idle left hand decided it was only fair that Cassie's snatch received similar treatment, and so it snaked back into the depths of her skirt to tease her naked sex. He extended a single finger and stroked it down the length of her opening, marvelling at how perfectly soft and smooth her genital flesh was. Nick's style of foreplay left Cassie little chance of exhibiting some self-control. Her womanhood was already saturated with desire, and now he was slowly caressing naught but the most external part of her sex, leaving the length of her canal with a maddening craving for masculine fulfilment. She carefully inserted her gentle hand into Nick's underwear and when it re-emerged, Nick's maleness was within it's grasp. Nick, realising that sex was immanent, moved both his hands on to the outsides of Cassie's thighs and hiked her skirt all the way back up to her waist. Then, Cassandra Marsh began to advance her naked womanhood upon the tempting column of maleness before her. This was the right time. This was the right man. She positioned her snatch above Nick's erection, then guided his cock with her hand as she lowered herself upon it, very slowly. She immediately ceased her kissing, although Nick's resolve to adore her lips seemed to double. Her brow furrowed in agony as her most sensitive flesh was stretched to a degree that nothing could have prepared her for. Her lover's rod, so welcome, but so brutal, ruptured her delicate hymen and drew her blood as he loved her with pain and pained her with love. A look of shock washed over Nick's face as he realized what he had just done to the alluring brunette. She stared deep into his eyes, with signs of oncoming tears in hers, and nodded softly. "Be gentle," she pleaded quietly. Nick nodded silently in response, resolving to spare his lover as much pain as he possibly could. His hands, which were already on Cassie's hips, instantly began to support the bulk of her weight. After many tentative exertions on to his maleness, Cassie's body had been penetrated as much as their position would allow. Guided by Nick's hands, she began to softly gyrate her hips. With no little willpower, Nick fought off the dogging urge to forcefully thrust his manhood deep into the professor's enticing female form. Within the coital hold of her tight snatch, even the shortest strokes were driving him wild. In an attempt to let off some of his pent-up desire, Nick began to kiss Cassie's cheek with steadily increasing abandon. Though in the end, it was not Nick who succumbed to the urge for more industrious intercourse, but Cassie. Gradually, the ache of initiation began to subside and Cassie was seduced by the sensation of her lover's cock thrusting within her womanhood. Her hips began to writhe in wider and wider cycles, causing the stimulation she felt from the motions within to rapidly increase. Her breath grew heavier as the muscles working her body against his demanded more oxygen. After a while, she began to quietly moan. Though their fornication had already begun, Nick was gripped by a powerful desire to undress his lover further. Once her hips were confidently humping his manhood without any assistance, he moved his hands upward to begin removing Cassie's jacket. However, the intoxicating ecstasy of what was going on below muddled his priorities and Nick became torn between removing Cassie's clothes and holding her torso to his as firmly as possible. He had pulled the top of her jacket down over her shoulders before he realized it would go no further. At that point, he gave up on the jacket and began to unbutton her white blouse. Their activity was rocking the chair to the point where the rear legs were rising a couple inches of the ground. They were about five seconds from tipping themselves right over. Cassie grasped the bulbous headpieces on the top corners of the chair back and forced her weight upon them, to steady the chair. As the intensity of her gyrations seemed to plateau, Cassie sought out Nick's lips and attended to them with fleeting, yet amorous kisses at random intervals. She could already feel it building in her loins - a tantilizing buzz that carried a promise of joy unlike any she had ever known. Every advance she made on to Nick's maleness made the sensation more profound. She could feel her control over that region of her body slipping as the carnal flame of ecstasy consumed her. "Yes...Oh yes... Yes... Yes... Mmm... Oh Yes... Yes..." Cassie moaned, quietly. Nick had only undone the top three buttons of his lover's blouse before his fingers were lured away by the call of feminine flesh. He shifted his hands around behind her and embraced her tightly, so that the last moments of their coitus would be spent with their bodies pressed together. Once in place, his lusty paws began to knead and rub the beautiful professor - one upon her right shoulderblade, the other upon her bare, pliant ass. He could feel their first act of love coming to a head. Cassie's hips were pounding against him incessantly, like a battering ram determined to destroy the mental dam that held back his reservoir of semen. Nick could already feel the tremors of impending collapse radiating through his body. Cassie, who was unaccustomed to the experience of penetration, was quickly overwhelmed by the maelstrom of pleasure and suspense brewing within her sex. Her vaginal muscles suddenly spasmed, and Cassie's mind was lost to a paralyzing burst of rapture. "Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she bayed through her quivering jaw. The muscles of her hips had turned to jelly, but her lover's arms acted quickly to maintain the tempo of their sexual writhing. As incredible as it had seemed at the onset, every thrust of Nick's maleness seemed to make her orgasm even more ferocious. Cassie could hardly stand it. "Yeah... Oh baby, yeah... You're so hot... Oh god, yeah..." Nick snarled in appreciation. He worked the attractive professor's hips against his own, unsympathetic to the fact that her climax was nearly driving her mad. He knew he could not resist the orgasmic clench of her snatch for very long, but he was determined to enjoy every last second of it. He forced his rod through her resistant canal over and over, until he was overpowered by the instinct to fill her with his seed. "Oh, Fuck!" he grunted, as he pulled Cassie's hips firmly against his own and thrust his organ deep into her heavenly opening. The release of orgasm washed through his body while his cock fired generous doses of sperm into the woman he loved. "Unnnghh! You're fuckin' amazing! Amazing! So amazing..." he growled as he ran his fingers firmly through the flesh of her ass. By now, Cassie was gone. All that remained was a panting shadow of a woman, who had been shaken to the core by raw physical indulgence. A few wonderful moments later, their orgasms began to fade. Cassie's incensed womanhood began to quiet enough for some semblance of awareness to return to her. Nick's maleness softly trembled as it deposited the last ounces of semen into his lover's snatch. Cassie's head fell to rest on Nick's shoulder and her hands slipped from the back of the chair to the back of her beloved. As Nick repositioned his hands to better support her exhausted body, Cassie's hips drifted away from him and his manhood slipped from her delectable fissure. The two lovers remained in that calm embrace for several minutes, moving only occasionally for comfort or support. Nick would also periodically lay a soft kiss upon the side of Cassie's neck. Once their breathing had shallowed and their bodies had recuperated somewhat, the couple began to stir. Cassie lifted her head and began to stare blankly into space, her eyes darting in many directions, but focusing on nothing in particular. Shortly thereafter, Nick lifted his head and their eyes met. Their expressions were near-identical portrayals of utter confusion. Cassie's mouth began to move, as if to speak, but no words came out. What could she say to a man that she'd fornicated with only twelve hours after first meeting him? She knew many women would take such a situation in their stride, but this simply wasn't who Cassie was. Nick was equally stumped. All he could remember was that one minute he was consoling her about her missing friend, and the next they were going at it as if it were their wedding night. He began to worry that he had unintentionally become one of those jerks who took advantage of upset women by giving them a friendly shoulder to cry on. Cassie hesitantly stepped back and began to stand up. Nick held her steady until she had completely left the range of his embrace. He silently lamented that a single moment of weakness had probably cost him the trust of this beautiful woman, and therefore, any hope for a long-term future with her. It was an unbearable thought. Nick knew it was silly to feel this way, but he loved Cassie with all his heart and he was absolutely certain that she was the only woman for him. First order of business for Cassie, once she was upright, was pulling her skirt back down so that it covered her thighs and naked womanhood. Then she hiked her half- removed jacket back up over her shoulders and tended to the loosened buttons at the top of her blouse. As she redressed, she nervously tried to toss a thick, bothersome lock of hair out of her face, eventually having to do it by hand. Once her outward appearance was more or less respectable, Cassie began briskly running her eye around the room, in search of her renegade panties, while mentally asking herself, "What the hell just happened?" over and over. Oddly enough, despite the bizarre twist in their date, Cassie made no attempt to distance herself from Nick. In fact, she did just the opposite, making a point of remaining within one or two feet of him. It felt as if her entire world had gone crazy and Nick was the only reliable presence for her to anchor herself to in this time of confusion. She loved him and she knew that was ridiculous - far too ridiculous for a woman as intelligent and stable as she. But nonetheless, she loved him and trusted him, and that gave her a great deal of comfort in this uncomfortably mysterious situation. Had she really been looking for them, Cassie would have noticed that her panties had landed on the floor, just behind a Polynesian totem near the corner of her office. But there was too much going on in her mind for her to see what was not in plain sight. As she gave up her search, Nick crammed his flaccid member back into his underwear and stood up, zipping his fly as he did so. He rebuckled his belt, but did not seem concerned about his untucked shirt. The trousers had been stained, right down the right side of the fly, by a trail of his lover's blood. There was also a small red stain upon the upholstery of the chair, which would cause Cassie some embarrassment in the days to come. While Nick finished dressing, Cassie bent down and slipped her foot back into the shoe she had dropped earlier. Then she stood up and simply stared at the man who had taken her virginity, mirroring his look of bewilderment. Both seemed unsure of whether to step closer to their date, step away, or stay still. Eventually, Cassie broke the eerie silence. "We should go," she simply said. Nick nodded silently, with a look of unease. Nick left the office first. After collecting her handbag from the top of her desk, Cassie followed, turning off the light and closing the door as she left. She also turned off the hallway lights as they passed the switch, but neglected to turn off the coffee pot she had put to boil earlier. It was okay, though, because the machine had a cut-out switch that would spare the element if all the water boiled off. The pair made their way back to Nick's rental car with no detours. Nick had chivalrously opened Cassie's car door for her after they'd left the restaurant, but forgot to do so this time. Cassie was too preoccupied to care. This time, he instinctively climbed into the driver's side, and Cassie, the passenger's. Nick had already started the engine and put the car into gear before he realized he had no idea where he was going. "Do you want to go home?" he asked, being the first destination-oriented question that came to mind. "Yes, please," Cassie replied, in an absent tone. The air circulation from the car's heater made her very aware that her privates were still naked beneath her skirt. The journey back to the professor's two-story house was mostly silent. No conversation, no radio. Cassie spoke only to inform her suitor of an approaching turn, but apart from that, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional swoosh of a passing car. After a short trip, Nick pulled over to the curb in front of a small, but pleasant-looking two-story home. With no further directions to give, Cassie sighed softly before saying her goodbyes. "Well... I'm home now," she began, as she turned to look at him, "Thank you for everything..." "Yeah," Nick replied in a distant tone, facing dead ahead. "I mean... I mean... Dinner! Dinner!" Cassie promptly corrected herself. "Yeah. Yeah," Nick continued to drone, repetitively. "Thank you for dinner! And... the ride," Cassie remarked. "I MEAN... I MEAN... I mean... Uh... I don't mean... Not, you know... Not what we..." she stammered, becoming extremely flustered by her series of gaffes. "You brought me home! Thank you for bringing me home... in your car... was very nice of you, thank you." "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah... Yeah," her date responded, seemingly lost for any other word. A few seconds after the clumsy pleasantries had been exchanged, Nick's wandering gaze locked on to his date. Her wide hazel eyes were so amazingly clear in the streetlight, so captivating. As he stared at her admiringly, he realized that he could not withhold his true feelings any longer. "I don't want to go," he declared in a heartfelt voice. "I don't want you to go," Cassie responded without missing a beat, shaking her head softly, her eyes almost tearing with emotion. They each rapidly opened their doors and stepped outside, almost as if they had just noticed a time bomb in the back seat. After slamming his door, Nick excitedly leapt over the hood of the car and rushed over to the woman he loved. They pressed their lips together passionately as Cassie threw her arms around Nick and he grabbed her tightly by the waist. Their lips rolled wildly against each other for at least a minute, while their tongues celebrated their newfound love with a spirited dance together. After that first long kiss, several others followed, much shorter in duration, but equally amorous. Then suddenly, Cassie pulled away, prompting a quizzical look from her gasping companion. "I need my handbag," she explained, quickly ducking back into the car to collect the bag from the passenger's leg area. After swiftly closing the car door, she gave Nick a short kiss, before taking him by the hand and expeditiously leading him through her front gate and up the path to her house. The couple paused for a second while Cassie retrieved her keys from her handbag and unlocked the front door. She had left her porch light on, making the task quite simple. Once the door was open, Cassie grabbed Nick's hand once again and pulled him into her home with a mischievous smile. The instant she had closed the door behind him and set the lock, Nick whirled her around and pinned her against the door, kissing her with flagrant ardor while pressing his crotch firmly against her skirt. Cassie purred loudly as she eagerly drank every morsel of affection that her lover's lips offered. Though she was tempted to stay put and bask in his enticing kisses, Cassie nimbly slipped out of the confining embrace the first chance she got. Still holding Nick's hand, she led him up the nearby staircase and down the hallway a short distance, to the master bedroom. Once inside, the couple resumed their kissing, as they began to rapidly undress each other. Two jackets, a shirt, a blouse, four shoes, two socks, a pair of pants, a skirt and a white cotton bra all went flying in random directions across the room within mere seconds of each other. Cassie's nether regions were roasting with renewed desire and the sensation of her hot skin pressing against his manhood sent the blood rushing to Nick's groin. The two lovers continued to kiss and explore each other's naked bodies for a while, before Cassie pulled away from the lively embrace. She stepped back a couple paces, to give her American stallion a complete (though poorly lit) view of her naked form, before climbing on to her bed and slipping under the covers, shooting him a come-hither look. Nick needed no further invitation. He stepped briskly over to the bed and climbed under the covers with his English venus. He scootched over to her side and they both leaned forward to share a series of slow, tender kisses. Nick began to caress the curve of Cassie's waist, up and down, with the palm of his hand. Several enchanting kisses later, Nick strayed from Cassie's mouth and began to move his affectionate lips down over her body. He began by padding a soft, patient kiss upon her exposed shoulder, then upon the very top of her chest. As his head began to disappear beneath the covers, Nick turned his attention to Cassie's right breast. Cassie's breasts were modest A-cups. Though they certainly weren't sizeable, they nonetheless covered her ribcage with yielding flesh and gave her chest a distinctly feminine curvature. Nick laid two kisses upon the top of the supple mound, before moving down to her nipple. As her lover adored and teased one of her erogenous hot spots, Cassie rolled on to her back and rested her head comfortably on her pillow, voicing her growing arousal with a soft sigh. Nick gently kissed, suckled and teased the nipple with his tongue until it was hard enough to juice an orange. Then his lips continued south, kissing his beloved on the base of her breast, and then down the left side of her belly. Meanwhile, Nick's hands were also busy; one was lightly stroking the inside of Cassie's upper thigh, while the other was randomly trailing across her body. Cassie began to writhe absently as Nick's erotic tour made her restless with anticipation. When he reached the bottom of her belly, Nick made a ninety-degree turn and laid three soft kisses along the northern limits of her mons, brushing the hairs of his beard through her field of dark pubic hair as he moved. Having now crossed over to the left side of her body, he made his way down the outside of her womanly vee and padded his affection down the front of her left thigh, calf and foot. By now, his hands were meandering all over her legs, mons and belly. Once he had come to the end of her left foot, he gently grabbed her right ankle and pulled it over to his face. Then he began the return trip, tenderly kissing the top of her foot and then repeating the gesture many times as he moved up her leg. Cassie was moaning happily with nearly every breath. Her right breast was still buzzing with the excitement that Nick had stirred up within and her juices were flowing freely from her womanhood. Once he had made his way to her right hip, Nick once again crossed the top of Cassie's mons with three prolonged kisses. But this time he sweetened the tease by slipping two fingers into her nether opening. Cassie shivered in delighted surprise. The fingers continued; deeper... and deeper... and deeper, until they would go no further. Then, without pause, Nick removed his digits at the same relaxed pace with which he'd inserted them. His fingertips left his lover's sex at the exact moment he finished the third kiss to her mons. During an apparent lapse of self-control, Nick firmly nuzzled Cassie's navel with his whole face, before continuing his trail of kisses along the left side of her belly. When he reached her left breast he gave it the same treatment that it's partner had received; adoring her nipple exhaustively until it was rock hard. As an afterthought, Nick's lips briefly revisited her right nipple, to ensure it was still erect. Once all of Cassie's exciting bits had been explored, Nick kissed his way up his lover's chest and then gave her a passionate, open-mouthed kiss as he positioned his hips over hers and guided his rigid maleness into her waiting snatch. "Oooo, yeah!" Nick whispered to himself, finally appeasing the carnal urge he had been suppressing throughout his entire exploration of Cassie's lovely body. Cassie moaned loudly as Nick's maleness filled her lusty fissure, inch by wonderful inch. He touched his forehead to Cassie's, his mouth hovering less than an inch from hers, as he began thrusting his hips. The two lovers were already breathing quite heavily. As Nick's gyrations began to build momentum, the couple began to kiss once more, leisurely at first, then sincerely, and then passionately. Cassie began to run her finger's through Nick's hair with one hand, while the other held his body close to hers. She moaned appreciatively as her lover's manhood probed her deeply, raising her arousal with every sweet stroke and lifting her closer to the summit of physical delights. Nick indulged in the taste of Cassie's soft lips, and the caress of her playful tongue, until the motions of his hips became quite vigorous. His cock had developed a strong appetite for her sexual flesh, and Nick was compelled to break loose from the professor's embrace, to allow his hips more freedom of movement. As he lifted his body off of hers, he also ceased their kisses. Cassie whimpered briefly in disappointment. However, her sound of protest was quickly eclipsed by a loud purr of satisfaction as the coital dance continued anon. She pressed her head back into her pillow as a blissful smile washed over her face. With his body now lifted over the vocal brunette, Nick began humping her with greater force, but at the same moderate pace. His hips moved in broader strokes, withdrawing his member until only the head was inside of her, before pushing his entire length into her sensitive valley. "Ooooh... Ugghh... Nnnn... Aaahh..." he began to murmur, as the perfect caress of Cassie's womanhood goaded him towards climax. With nothing better to do, Cassie's arms began to squirm mindlessly over the mattress. A smooth flow of pleasure was radiating throughout her body, whilst a sense of unruly excitement grew within her loins. She was more than ready for orgasm - she was in need of it. When Cassie hooked one of her legs around his, Nick took it as an encouraging sign. His hardened maleness had been seduced by the pleasures of her sex and yearned fiercely to fill it with his semen. But it would be a shame to leave the woman he adored unsatisfied on their first night together. "Mmmm... Oh, Nick... I think I'm gonna come," Cassie moaned. Just the words he wanted to hear! "I'm gonna come! Oh, yes! Ooooh... Oh god, I love it!" She continued. By now her hands had stopped wandering and were clasping and pulling on the fitted sheet beneath her. The extreme arousal between her legs was nigh excruciating. How much more could she take? Apparently, only a few more seconds worth. Every muscle in her attractive young body tensed as she cried out, almost at the top of her lungs. The noise was unmistakable; it was the sound of a woman in her sexual prime coming, hard. As soon as Nick heard it, he pressed his groin firmly against Cassie's labia and loosed his eager sperm upon her most inviting flesh. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD, NICK!!!!" Cassie shouted, as her womanhood clenched tightly upon the long shaft of masculinity that had whipped it into an elating frenzy. "UNGH!! UNGH!! Oh, Fuck!" Nick grunted, as he surrendered his seed with mighty ejaculations that rattled his bones and blew his mind. The young couple held their missionary pose as they shared in the spectacular culmination of their lovemaking. A flood of sheer ecstasy rushed through their bodies, and did not abate for several seconds. Then it faded, faded, faded, leaving them both thoroughly exhausted, but profoundly satisfied. Nick slowly lowered himself on to Cassie's body as his spent cock throbbed inside her luscious snatch with waning vigor. Cassie wrapped her arms around her gasping companion as squeezed gently, as she reflected on the sublime experience they had just shared. Once Nick had caught his own breath a couple minutes later, he began to stir. He lifted his head to seek out the other pillow, then pulled it over so that it partially overlapped Cassie's. Then he shifted over so that he was still very close to the lovely brunette, but was no longer resting his weight upon her. As he moved over, his maleness retreated from her womanhood, coated in a thick layer of her juices. Cassie rolled on to her side, to face her beloved. One of her arms had broken off it's embrace when Nick moved, but the other was still upon his upper back. It slowly coursed it's way on to his shoulder, then down his arm. He was gently caressing her thigh when their hands finally met. Resting upon Cassie's leg, the two hands intertwined their fingers and squeezed each other affectionately with what little strength they had left. As she basked in a mix of post-coital bliss and personal contentment, the young Cambridge professor gazed into her Nick's eyes and smiled. Her bed was filled with love and so was her womb, and it felt so wonderful. "I love you, Professor Marsh," Nick whispered. "I love you, too, Nick," Cassie replied. She still had no idea why their date had taken such a sudden, erotic turn, but it didn't really matter. She knew that they were in love and that it was right for them to be together. For Cassie, that was enough. She watched over her lover until her eyelids became to heavy to keep open. Then she drifted off to sleep by his side. The End

Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Arthur Kay Title: Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 1) Duke Daze! Part: 1 of 6 Summary: Johnny 'The Duke' Dukes turns 'Scooter' into his personal sex slave (his 'boy') and teaches him to do things Just the way I like it! Keywords: M, MM, nc, rape, ws, humil, interr, anal, ws, humor WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 1): Duke Daze! by Arthur Kay When I had my very first orgasm, as a young boy, I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt. I had masturbated while looking at a deck of French playing cards. Naked women were shown performing all kinds of sex acts on men who were wearing only the proverbial pair of black socks. The pictures were in black and white and very grainy, but they filled the bill. I was very turned on by the ones where the woman was taking the man's cock into her mouth. And, the amazing thing is, I didn't know why. All I knew was for some unknown and strange reason, the sight of it made my cock and balls stir into full battle mode. Which was certainly good enough for masturbation. I masturbated quite a lot back then. Three times a day was usual for me, but many days I would spank the monkey five or six times. My record for one day was eleven times! Yeah, my dick was sore, but very happy! I just couldn't get enough of that fantastic, wonderful cum-shooting feeling. At one point, I don't remember exactly when, I was curious about tasting my own sperm. To do this I unloaded my cum into a waxed paper cup, then upended the cup and let it slide down into my open mouth. I then swished it around in my mouth before swallowing it all. Although the taste was strange to me, I altogether didn't hate its effect on my tongue and throat. Like your first Scotch, it could be seen as a bit of an acquired taste. It reminded me somewhat of salty onions. I also liked the fact that this salty onion taste would stay in the back of my throat for hours and hours and could be tasted everytime I swallowed. From that day forward, even today, I usually swallow my own cum after masturbating. And, if not in the mood to do so, I cum into a small jar and freeze it. Later, when I feel the need to taste some cum, I'll nuke it (15 seconds on high, Ms. Stewart!) to warm it a tad, and swallow it down. Sometimes the jar would have more than one load in it, like three or four. I'd dish it out to my mouth a little at time, extending and savoring the taste. Well, anyway, one Saturday afternoon, back then, found me tossing a Spaulding rubber ball against the stoop of a brownstone. My life would be changed forever on that day when Johnny Dukes showed up. Johnny Dukes, or as everyone in the neighborhood called him, The Duke, at 17, was also the roughest, toughest kid in the neighorhood. He stood about six feet tall and was over two hundred pounds of solid muscle, the product of daily weight lifting. The Duke was one rough bastard, to be sure. Grown men feared this kid. And he would fight anyone at the drop of an insult, real or imagined. Rumor had it that he had never lost a fight, which I found was, as did most folks, very easy to believe. It was also rumored that a boy named Robbie had been killed by The Duke because he had somehow displeased him. Robbie, so the rumor went, was then dumped into the local lake. Or, in some versions, buried in the local park. Take your pick. Years later I found this tale to be absolutely untrue. Robbie's parents had simply moved out of town taking him with them, as good parents most times do. Seems the rumor was started by none other than The Duke himself, probably to enhance his already fearful reputation. It sure worked! Everyone I knew at the time believed it was true and the story got even more sordid with each telling. It grew from a mere killing to a full-fledged hack-Robby-up-into-little-pieces story. Brrr! It was also rumored, which I later found out was true, that Robbie was The Duke's "boy," his personal sex slave. Which, in a strange way, gave Robbie, a thin, spindly kid, a certain kind of you-better-leave-me-alone aura. Where before Robbie had been teased for being a tad feminine, from the moment he became "Johnny's Boy," or "The Duke's Boy," no one, not even the rougher kids, messed with him. It was common to hear one tough kid tell another tough kid, "Hey, man, leave him alone! He's The Duke's boy!" Such was the fear all the neighborhood kids had of Johnny "The Duke" Dukes. It was also common knowledge throughout the neighborhood that Robbie liked sucking dick. All a guy had to do to get blown was get Robbie alone and say the magic words, "On your knees!" Robbie would quickly comply and wait for the guy's cock to be offered. These same magic words had been, it was also well known and found to be true, used by fifteen guys from a rival high school football team. After one particular game was history, they had taken him into the men's room, put him into one of the stalls and, one after the other, took turns feeding Robbie their cocks and cum. It was also said, though not proven, that Robbie loved it so much he went to their school looking for a rematch. At least that was the story going around at the time. Or I should say more accurately, stories, which were many and varied. Not only had the rematch taken place, so the story went, but the number of guys had jumped to 20. Or 30. Or 50. Or any number in between. Pick one. In all versions, Robbie was named their team mascot: Tiger Mouth, the Maneater. One truly wild version had the guys keeping Robbie in a tool shed behind the school for a week, using his oral services at will. In this scenario, Robbie was said to have worn a dog collar and was chained to a lawn mowing tractor. Now, if The Duke had found out about these shenanigans and these guys usurping his private stock, so to speak, all hell would have occurred. Since peace remained, I assume Duke stayed ignorant of it all. "Watcha doin' squirt?" The Duke said from behind me. This startled me so much I jumped. "Nothing, Duke," I said, my fear immediately coming into the picture. "Just playing around, Duke." Man, I was nervous! He looked even tougher up close and personal. He then demanded a cigarette. I took one out of the pack I had rolled up in my tee shirt's sleeve. Then he demanded I light it for him. Then he demanded I, 'careful now, kid!' place the lit butt into his mouth. I slavishly complied, my hands trembling. No one, but no one, ever denied or refused a direct request from The Duke's. I was sure enough too scared to be the first sucker to test those waters. We had some lame teenage chitchat and then, at some point, The Duke invited me to go to his cellar clubhouse to lift some weights with him. Now, I sure as shit didn't say, "No Thanks, Dukie, old chum, I've got better things to do! See ya around sometime!" No sirree, Bob! The Robbie in the lake episode was way too fresh in my active young mind. Shit, if he told me we were off to rob a bank, I would merely have asked, "Which one, Duke?" Thus, off we went to The Duke's "clubhouse." The Duke and The Dope. Duke lived with his father, who was disabled from a car crash. Seems Duke and his parents were out for one of those Sunday go-nowhere drives, when the father, mighty drunk at the time, lost control of the wheel and tried to find out just how hard those concrete pilings along the highway really were. Duke got off with a few bumps and bruises. His mother, poor woman, died instantly. His father was paralyzed from the waist down. Dear old dad now spent everyday in his bed on the topmost floor watching TV and swilling beer. In essence, Duke now ran the household and, in effect, it was his house to do with it what he wished. The Duke's house, on a corner, was unkempt in appearance and needed more repairs than you could list on one sheet of paper. The lawn, if one could call it that, needed a good mowing and the dandelions ruled the grass. The Duke led me around to the back of the house where we entered his cellar "clubhouse" by going through a wooden door which lay flat on the ground. He bent down, opened a lock, and, as he lifted the door up, told me to enter. I went down six or seven old wooden steps, on very unsure and shaky legs, and found myself in a not-too-bad-looking cellar room. The neatness of the place totally surprised me. It looked as if it had a regular cleaning routine in place. The floor was wall-to-wall carpeted, a pleasant green color, and one wall was fully mirrored. There was a sofa and desk present and I found the sight of the place warm and friendly. Especially the wall covered in pictures of women in various stages of undress. The place sure looked male-friendly, to say the least. In front of the fully-mirrored wall was a weight lifting setup and alongside the weights was a full-length, roll-around mirror, the type you might find in most men's clothing stores. The Duke got me a bottle of beer, the first I'd ever had, and we talked, if you could call it that, about things that I no longer remember. I do remember the beer hitting me quickly, as did the second beer he "offered" me. In no time, I had a real buzz on and my fear of the Duke had greatly subsided. Oh, fore sure, it was hovering above my head somewhere, but we were now buddies, old Dukie and me. Two chummy buddies downing a few brewskies together and chatting it up. To old buds who would soon lift weights together. Yeah, right! Was I young and dumb, or what? "Ok, Scooter, let's get down to some weight lifting." The Duke said this as he stripped off his tee shirt and started removing his cut-off jeans. I'll never forget him then adding, "Get naked, stupid, after all we don't want to get our clothes all sweaty now, do we?" Made perfect sense to me at the time. Man, how naive could I have been? But it sounded logical to me and I foresaw no other possibility looming other than two guys lifting weights who cared about their clothing. Maybe it was the beer. Or my age. It was probably both. After he had stripped off his shorts and underwear, I couldn't help but notice that although he didn't have an erection, even in its flaccid state his cock was longer than my usually 7 hard inches. It hung down way down and flopped from side to side as he moved, slapping against his legs. I guess I stared a bit because he said, "Yeah, it's a beauty, ain't it?" He reached down and fondled himself, twirling his cock in a circle and laughing. "You like looking at it?" I had no idea how to answer that question. A "No!" would have been an insult thrown at him and a definite "Yes!" would have meant something else entirely. I felt myself redden up and quickly averted my eyes from his crotch area. I also felt as if I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have done, but I didn't truly know what that was. The two close friends I had, Richie and Donny, had yet to discuss "fags" and "queers" with me, or each other for that matter. So, very lamely, I'm sure, I said, "It's . . . it's a beauty, all right, Duke. I wish I had one just like it. You must drive the girls wild with it!" He just looked at me and grinned which made me more nervous than I can tell you. Then he motioned for me to catch up with him in the getting naked category. Well, in a short time, there we were, in his clubhouse, both naked as jaybirds, Duke, the killer of Robbie, and little old me, the beer-sodden sheep, ready for the slaughter. Being totally naked in front of The Duke felt very strange to me, indeed, as did the fact that I had a stirring in my balls area. It confused me and I fought back the urging to have an erection. I also fought the urge to peek at The Duke's cock again, which he was now unashamedly playing with and jerking it, pulling on it. A super-quick stolen glance in the men's store mirror told me that he was getting an erection, a fact that both scared and fascinated me. His cock looked huge, unhuman-like. I hadn't even the slightest clue as to what was going to transpire. I had been naked with other guys before in the school gym's shower room so his "getting all sweaty" comment made perfect sense to me. And the next weird thing we did made perfect sense to me, too. Ha ha! Friggin' idiot! He grabbed my arm and led me into a small bathroom that had a stand-in, stall shower, a commode, and a very tiny porcelain sink. The small room was spotlessly clean, which surprised me. "Gotta grease up, Scooter!" The Duke said matter-of-factly. "Don't wanna get cramps now, do we?" Cramps! It made perfect sense to me! At least, until he told me to bend over and grab onto the commode's seat with both of my hands. I followed his order, but it sure seemed odd to me, especially when I heard him opening a jar of something behind me. His comment, "Cute butt!" didn't exactly inspire ease in me, either. But, I was too scared to say or do anything. I had an inkling all was not kosher when he spread my ass cheeks and applied a greasy substance to my anus, then inserted a lubed finger and rotated it a bit. Then he added a second finger. It felt strange, to be sure, but what did I know about the weight lifting game? Ha ha! Innocent schmuck. At the same time, it also had a profound sexual effect on me. I didn't know about prostate glands at the time, but I found myself starting to get an erection, in spite of myself. This made me feel ashamed and it embarrassed me no end, but when I glanced under my left arm and saw that The Duke was also erect, it seemed as if it was somehow natural and OK. A thing between us weight lifters that was the usual order of things. As he sawed his two fingers in and out of my rectum, he asked me, "Feel good?" I mumbled a "Yeah" as I felt his fingers dig in a bit way too deep. However, it was true. It did feel good. Like the relieved feeling you get when crapping. A later friend of mine used to say: "The most overrated thing in the world is fucking and the most underrated thing is shitting." He had a point there. Duke said, "I can't hear you, Scooter! Now say it, I love your big fingers in my ass! Say it! Now!" I said it, "I . . . I love your big fingers in my ass, Duke." He laughed. Not a derisive laugh, but one of those laughs that say "Oh, yeah!" "I'll bet it does, Scooter!" he said and laughed again. "Just wait, baby, until my big dick is in your poop shoot. It'll feel so good you'll scream for joy!" He paused then added, "Now, rotate your cute little ass on my fingers." I complied, moving my ass in little circles as his fat fingers probed in and out. As I rotated, he said, "Good boy! You're doing just great. We're gonna get along just fine you and me." Then he said, "Now, add going up and down on my fingers to the little circles." I tried, but it seemed impossible, like crossing your eyes and rolling them at the same time. However, after a few mistakes I succeeded. I would complete half the circle on the trip toward him and the other half on the way back. I didn't know why, but it was starting to feel very nice. My erection was reacting, too. It was harder than ever before. "Good boy, Scooter!" The Duke said. "You learn fast. I like that in a guy." A compliment, for crissakes, for doing good circles and back and forths while letting him ass fuck me with his fingers. What next? A fucking gold star? Now, it must be pointed out that The Duke hadn't made any direct threats. So far, everything was implied by mere innuendo. I don't know what would have happened if I told him to stop it, dude, I'm going home. I just had the overall impression that I would have somehow regretted choosing that option. And, if truth be known, I was aroused, not to mention very curious. He continued holding both fingers very still while I circled and rotated on them. Then he bent over me and whispered loudly in my ear, "You know you're The Duke's boy now, don't you?" In fear, I mumbled, "Yes!" which was true and I knew it. He added, "Good. We understand each other. And, you'll see, Scooter, it's gonna be great fun." Why he kept calling me Scooter, I never found out. I do know that every time he said the name, it sent a shiver through me. I also wondered if he called Robbie by the same name. I figured he had. I could picture Robbie, small and spindly, standing just like I was now, working on The Duke's fingers with his girlish ass. Yeah, I thought, Robbie went down this same path. Strange the way the mind works in times of stress. Duke then told me to turn around and, as he dried his hands on a towel, he handed me the jar of what I now saw was, as I had guessed from the smell, Vaseline. "Grease me up, Scooter!"The Duke said. Ha ha ha! I actually stood there like an idiot waiting for him to turn around so I could lube his asshole as he had mine. Moronville, next stop!. "My cock, you dummy," he growled, "grease my cock!" I reached out, but before I could put any lube on his cock, he said, "Hold on, Scooter, I've gotta piss." He grabbed my arm and led me quickly into the bathroom. Uh oh! I had an idea of what was coming. I didn't think he just wanted me to hold it for him. Oh, no. Funny maybe, but I remembered the French playing cards. Three of the women had been pictured with men's dicks up their asses. I hadn't paid it much attention at the time, but it sure stood out in my mind now. "Get into the stall and on your knees, Scooter. Quickly!" Now I knew what was going to happen for certain, but what could I do? I knew he was going to piss in my mouth, but I didn't say a word. I didn't karate chop him, either and say, over his prostrate body, "See, Duke? That's what happens when you try to fuck with The Scooter Man!" Oh, no! I simply got into the stall and dropped to my knees, quietly and obediently awaiting his further instructions. The idea of it happening, his pissing in my mouth, made me queasy and very lightheaded, but these feelings soon gave way to the strong overriding fear I had in me. Oh, well, how bad could it be? As I knelt before him, he squeezed the base of his cock hard to control the piss flow and said, "Look at me!" I looked up at him. "As I piss I want you to swallow rapidly so you don't get any on the floor. You understand me, Scooter?" I nodded meekly. "Good! Now, open your mouth and put it on my prick! Hurry now!" I complied, with my eyes closed shut, feeling very humiliated. In a moment I felt his warm, bitter-tasting piss enter my mouth and hit the back of my throat. It came out in a flood and my mouth quickly filled up. I swallowed, gulping audibly. More piss followed and more and more. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. It seemed as if he'd piss forever. Beer will do that, I guess. I had tears in my eyes, which were still tightly shut, not from crying, but from the taste of his hot, acrid-like piss. He stopped pissing and I thought he was done. He wasn't. He was once again squeezing the piss off at his cock's base. He soon let it burst again by releasing his hold. It burst into my mouth forcefully. I swallowed. Again he stopped and again he burst forth. It felt as if I was sucking his cock and he was cumming the world's biggest cum load. A bitter load, at that. Finally, he was done pissing. I swallowed what remained in my mouth and could taste it fully. It was piss, no doubt about that. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to kiss the pee hole and thank his cock for pissing in my mouth. Totally humiliated and degraded, I felt I had to comply. With my eyes still closed, I sought out his cock and brought it to my lips. He laughed at my blind man's groping. Then he tilted my head up and said, "Open your fucking eyes, Scooter! Otherwise you're insulting me!" I opened my eyes and looked at him, feeling like a four year old who was being reamed out by daddy for being recalcitrant. "Sorry, Duke." was all I could think of to say. He grinned at me. "That's OK, Scooter," he said gently. "You'll learn. Now, kiss the peehole and say what I told you to say." I kissed his peehole and said, "Th . . . th . . . thank you for pissing in my mouth." He then told me to add, with more peehole kisses, "My mouth is yours to piss into any time you want." And, "I love the taste of your piss in my mouth." Would the day come when actually I did? I didn't think so, but I said the words anyway. The only upside to all this was it seemed to please The Duke immensely, which made my chances of living another day seem more likely. And weirdly, the degradation must have appealed to me somewhat for I realized I had a stiff-on that was truly harder than usual; in spite of taking another guy's piss. We then went back to me greasing him up, the taste of his piss fresh in my mouth. Now, it must be said that at this time in my life, I had no interest in other men's dicks, in men in general, and men sure as shit didn't turn me on. In fact, today, men, per se, don't turn me on. Not even mildly. Give me tits and pussy, if you get my drift. I didn't have, as one could say, a gay bone in my puny little body. But, for some unknown reason, as I applied the "grease" to his cock, I felt a stirring in my own crotch. As I touched, and saw, his member start to erect itself, my own cock twitched. And his cock was truly unreal. I marvelled at it's size. Over eight inches long, very thick, with a long head that was easily over two inches long, from its peehole tip to its highly pronounced ridged flange. The elongated cockhead took up fully one-quarter of his overall length. His erection, when at full bore, stood more that just straight up; it was seemingly bound to his stomach, and higher than his belly button. It was super-hard with large, rope-like veins along both sides which magnified its thickness. It looked, in a word, menacing. The cockhead was a lighter skin tone than the shaft and purplish-pink in color. And, if you pushed his cock downward and let it go, it would spring back to his belly as if magnetized. An amazing sight! It really fascinated me. To this day I have never seen a cock quite like it. Truly one of a kind and that ain't no lie. My greasing done to his liking, The Duke led me over to the weight lifting setup and told me to try and lift the weight on top of the weight rack. Shit, it weighed over two hundred pounds; so I could hardly budge it. This seemed to satisfy him and he told me to just hold onto the weight's crossbar with both hands. This put me in a bent over position, my ass upended and exposed to the air and to The Duke's gaze. He then told me, very forcefully, "No matter what happens, Scooter, don't let go of the weight! OK?" I said "OK," feeling very exposed, totally helpless, scared, and excited at the same time. I knew what was going to happen now and I had resigned myself to just let it happen. The thought of trying to run, fight, argue, reason with him, or anything else, never even entered my head at this time. If it did, I don't remember it now. Duke then got behind me and I felt the head of his cock touch and probe my anus, pushing inward. He had one hand spreading my cheeks and the other helping his cock work its way into my ass hole. I could feel the pressure being applied by his cockhead as it sought entrance into me. For some strange reason I no longer felt scared. As long as he didn't kill me, who cares? was my reasoning. As long as I didn't end up in the lake, like poor Robbie, who cares? If he was going to fuck me, let him fuck me. After all, how bad could it be? It hadn't killed Robbie. Or had it? He entered me a bit, perhaps an inch, and I felt some pain. Not excruciating pain, but pain is pain. I let out an involuntary "Ow." He then told me if I relaxed and just opened up my asshole it wouldn't hurt so much. I tried that, using muscle control, and he plunged in a few inches more. This time it didn't hurt as much, but it sure had a weird effect on me. Bright shooting stars burst in my head, huge goose bumps covered my entire body, and a cold draft ran across my ass cheeks. Amazing how well I remember that cold draft of air! Some things you never forget, I guess. Duke moved into me a few more inches and told me to look in the wall's mirror. He had rolled the full-length store mirror into a position behind me that allowed me to actually see his cock going in and out of my young ass. "See, Scooter? You're getting fucked just like a girl!" I had never seen my ass before and seeing it now both amazed and confused me. In contrast to The Duke's muscular legs and hard masculine cock, my ass looked very soft and . . . girlish! There was no other word for it. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought I was looking at a man fucking a young teenage girl doggy style. I was mesmerized and staring. Duke caught it. "Yeah, Scooter, you've got one sweet girlie ass on you. Even cuter than Robbie's." Then, as if remembering, he said, "Wasn't that long ago Robbie was looking in this very mirror and also seeing my big prick in his cute little ass-pussy. He loved it, too." I still stared, shocked by the visual before me. The Duke then said, "Now, sweet cheeks, like Robbie did, tell me you love my big cock in your ass-pussy." He then rammed it in all the way and I lost my breath, grabbed firmly onto the cross bar and gasped for air. He laughed. "Say it!" I said it, in fear and pain, still gasping. "I . . . I . . . I love your big cock in my ass-pussy, Duke!" And, in truth, I did. It felt fantastic! Strange and wonderful at the same time. It was pain mixed with pleasure. I actually found myself meeting his forward thrusts with my own backward movements. My whole being was now a combination of bursting stars, giant goose bumps, and strange, wonderful feelings. If, before this, anyone had told me I would love being ass fucked, I would have thought they were crazy. Now, as The Duke fucked me, I could smell his musk, his sweat, and the Vaseline. And all of it turned me on. And his movements in me no longer hurt, in fact they felt great, and as I watched him fucking me in the mirror, my only fear was that he'd find out I had a hardon. I don't know why I cared about that, but I did. Perhaps I didn't want him to know I was turned on. As if it mattered. At some point, as he deep-fucked my ass, the unbelievable happened. My cock starting spurting! Shooting cum as if it had a mind of its own. It felt different from my normal orgasms, more intense somehow, and it had taken me completely by surprise. Now, this wasn't just a mere precum burst caused by having my prostate massaged. This was a full fledged orgasm, complete with my balls tightening up. I rushed a hand to my cock to hide this fact from him, but I was too slow. He had seen me spurting in the store mirror. He leaned over me and I'll never forget his hot breath on my ear as he said, "I made you shoot, Scooter! That's great! Means you love it and we're gonna get along just fine." He licked my ear and neck and added, "From now on, every day, every fucking day, Scooter, you're going to do me. And later on today, I'm going to show you how I like my cock sucked. Ever suck a guy's cock, Scooter?" I answered, truthfully, "No, Duke, never have." He laughed. He said he didn't think I had and this fact seemed to delight him. "Well, Scoot," he whispered, his hot breath bathing my ear lobe, "You're not only going to suck the cock that's now up your ass-pussy, but I'm going to show you exactly how I like it sucked. OK?" I mumbled an "OK." I was resigned to my fate. After all, how bad could it be? In truth, the idea didn't totally turn me off. I had tried, unsuccessfully, to suck my own cock. Many times. The closest I came to doing it was when, lying on the bed with my ass running up the wall and my body doubled over, I managed to get my cock a few inches from my mouth. It was frustrating not being double-jointed enough to get it any closer to my lips, but I managed to jerk off in that very uncomfortable position and squirt my load directly down into my mouth. I liked the cum hitting my outstretched tongue and dripping back to my throat. Man, I sure would have given an arm if I could have sucked myself off completely. The Duke, dug his fingers into my hips and proceeded to fuck me like a rag doll! Fast, furious, eight inch full-depth strokes. It had me breathless, gasping, lightheaded, and feeling as if I would pass out. I could hear his groin making slapping sounds as he pounded against my buttocks. I could hear myself moaning loudly as he went in an out of me. He had said that I would end up screaming for joy and I didn't make him out a liar. I started to yell. "Oh, man, oh man! Ooooh, man! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, oh, man!" I was in fucking heaven! The pleasure I felt was indescribable. I yelled and I yelled. Duke was also yelling something, but I couldn't hear him. I was yelling too loudly and my ears were all blocked up. I stole a glance in the wall mirror and the lewd sight amazed me. His cock looked like a piston going in and out of my asshole, in and out. And, it felt fantastic! He'd pull out to where he had only the tip of his cock in my ass and then plunge to his full length. He'd pull back and do it again. In and out, in and out. The feeling was unbelievably wonderful. I felt absolutely giddy from it all. I glanced in the wall mirror and saw that I looked drugged and glassy-eyed. My goose bumps felt as if they were the size of golf balls! The stars in my head were bursting all over the place. I was getting the fucking Fourth of July from an ass screwing. I could see, in the mirror, that he was sweating as he worked my asshole. His muscular legs had a glistening effect, a sheen, spread all over them as he pounded my ass silly. Then his voice finally came to me: "Tell me you love me fucking you, Scooter! Say it!" I screamed, really meaning it, "I love you fucking me! Yes, Duke, I love you fucking me!" He let out a huge laugh as he squeezed my waist harder, pulled me toward him, and continued his assault. He said, "Your ass, Scooter, is nice and tight. It's really pleasing me." I pushed back toward him and he liked me doing so. "Scooter! I'm gonna stay real still. I want you to fuck my dick by moving back and forth." I complied and it felt strange. As I moved my ass back and forth, feeling his cock go in and out, my senses seemed even more acute. I could feel his full cock more, even the flange of his head. He even seemed longer as I pushed my buttocks back against his belly. I was enjoying the action more now that I could control it somewhat. I also varied my speed, going deliberately, sensuously slow, then speeding up for a bit. It was lovely. He then ordered me to reach under and play with his balls. And, the bitch is, I loved it, having his hairy balls in my hand. I caressed them, feeling the eggs inside roll about. And I loved all the other feelings, the new sensations, the goose bumps, the shooting stars, everything. If The Duke had said to me, right then and there, "Got a surprise for you, Scooter, ten more guys want to fuck your ass, one after the other!" I swear I would have said, "Only ten, Duke?" Then, another strange thing occurred. When The Duke shot his load in my ass I could, naturally, feel his penis twitch and pulsate, but beyond that, I could feel his cum shoot in me! It felt like a ball of fire! Hot, hot, hot. I didn't know it at the time, but my body temperature's normal rating is one and a half to two degrees lower than most folks. Thus, my "normal" body temperature is between 96.5 to 97 degrees. This accounted for my being able to feel the difference between his cum and my body temperature. It might have been my imagination, but the ball of fire seemed to be the size of a man's fist. When some of the Duke's cum dripped out and dribbled down my leg, a stupid fleeting thought crossed my mind about getting pregnant! God, I was feeling too damn girlish for my own good! When The Duke finished cumming, he stayed in me until he went totally limp, talking about how great it had been and getting me to "admit" how much I had enjoyed it. As he talked I could feel drops of his sweat falling on my backside. What a fucking workout! I was satiated, to say the least. But The Duke had more in store for his Scooter. He then took me back into the stall shower. He told me to wash my ass and had me wash the Vaseline off his dick. While we were doing this he talked about cocksucking in general and my mouth in particular. He asked again if I had ever sucked a cock, and I truthfully replied, again, that I hadn't. "Well, today Scooter, is your lucky day! We're gonna bust that cherry! And, you'll see, before we're through, you're gonna love sucking my cock. Right?" "Right, Duke." was all I said. He then stuck one of his fat thumbs in my face and told me to put my mouth on it and suck it and go up and down on it. I complied, feeling idiotically strange and baby-like. He told me to get his thumb good and wet. "Don't swallow your saliva, Scooter. Just let it flow out." I mumbled an, "Mmm hmm" as I fellated his thumb, my saliva spilling out. As I sucked he said, "Yeah, you got a really hot mouth, Scooter! Nice and wet, too." Then he had me suck his two middle fingers at once. He told me to move my tongue around as I sucked and also told me to vary the pressure of my lips on his fingers. I followed his directions and found the sucking action to be most pleasurable. By this time, if you haven't guessed, I was resigned to my fate and, if truth be known, the idea of tasting someone's sperm other than my own, did have its own weird appeal. That I'd have to suck him off to get to the cum taste was a given to me and I didn't care. Why he didn't tell me, then and there, to suck him off, I don't know. I do know I would have complied willingly, without the slightest protest or argument. My erection was back in full swing and I now actually wanted to suck his big cock. In truth, if he had said he had changed his mind and I couldn't blow him, I would have been greatly disappointed. He had ass-pussy fucked me and I had loved it. I had no doubt I would love sucking him off, too. It seemed as natural as natural can get. He ordered me to towel off. I did and we then went back into the clubhouse. The Duke plopped down onto the couch, his hairy, muscular legs splayed out wide, his hairy cock and balls on full display. He looked truly lewd as he sat there playing with his dick with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other. I no longer tried to hide my looking at his cock. I didn't care any more. I knew I was going to suck him off. He knew it. I also knew he was going to tell me how to suck it and how to pleasure him. I was ready for whatever orders he chose to lay on me. He ordered me to kneel down between his legs, which I did. I rested my elbows on his legs in preparation for blowing him. I took the base of his erection in my right hand and started my head down toward his cockhead. He had other ideas. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulders and told me to wait. He said, "Mmm, you're eager, Scooter! That's great, but first things first. I want my balls sucked on. Sucked on real good and gotten real wet. Now, Scoot, I want you to get a mouthful of saliva and put your mouth on my nuts when I tell you to. Got it?" "Yes, Duke." I said. I mustered up a pool of saliva and waited. He then ordered me to suck on balls, which were sizeable though not overly huge. They were covered with so much unruly pubic hair it was hard to see them. He told me to take each ball fully into my mouth in turn. I complied, saliva dripping freely, feeling each ball egg with my lips and tongue. Somehow, his balls, combined, reminded me of a walnut, complete with that walnutty center crease. He then had me lick his cock all over. He told me to cover his cock, from his balls to the plump, bulbous head, with wet lip-kisses. Lip-kisses, he said, were the greatest. He told me to use both my tongue and my lips so it would be wetter. He said, "Get it wetter and it be better!" A poet, that Duke. Funny, I do remember, at some point, being eager to put his big cockhead in my mouth and being annoyed at all these seemingly idiotic preliminaries. But I did as I was told. With a hardon that hurt. And, I didn't care if he knew it or not! I was horny as hell and tempted to jerk off during the process, but I felt it might anger him. I was past the point of no return. I had been ass-fucked, loved it, and was now administering my wet, hot mouth to The Duke's large, super-hard 8" stomach-magnetized penis. I wanted to suck him off and have him dump his cum-load into my mouth so I could swallow it, taste it, feel his individual brand of salty onions in the back of my throat, and sense it back there for hours and hours. Finally! "Get more saliva and put your mouth on the head, Scooter!" I did both and was amazed at the length of his cockhead as my lips ran over the very pronounced ridged bump. The ridge stood out a full quarter-inch from the shaft's surface. I could feel my lips alter shape as they bumped over the flanged ridge. And, no denying, it felt good in my mouth. I could feel the split of the cockhead's hard underside as it touched my tongue. My future ex-wife later called the flanged ridge "a speed bump for the lips!" So true. And, amazingly, sucking a cock requires no previous training! It's as natural to a human being as breathing or eating. No one needs to be trained to suck a lollipop, do they? Being a great cocksucker, however, does take practice. Duke was about to teach me a trick or two and put me on the road to becoming a great cocksucker. Whether I wanted to or not. I wanted to. Duke reached out and tilted my head up. "Now, Scooter," he said, looking right at me. "I want you to take my whole cock into your mouth, all of it! Every last inch!" Was he serious? My French playing cards, my sex education to date, didn't show that being done. It didn't seem possible without choking to death. I made an initial effort, but when his hard, spongy mushroom cockhead hit my gag reflex, I balked, gagging, and almost upchucked all over his crotch. My eyes teared up. Duke then told me concentrate in order to suppress and control the gag reflex as I went down on him. He told me to go very slowly until he hit the gag reflex so I could concentrate more on controlling it. He told me to breathe through my nose and to just let my saliva flow. Then he inspired me when he said, "Because, Scooter, if you don't do it on your own, I'm just gonna have to hold your head and force it down your throat!" I got the message. I must be a quick study because on my first attempt I took all eight inches, right down to his balls, into my mouth and down my throat. Without gagging at all. It felt so very strange. As my lips locked around the base of his dick and I could feel the entire 8" length down my throat, I felt impaled. And, if truth be known, I felt intense sexual excitement. And an accomplishment of a sort. As the pubic hair on his crotch touched my nose, he whooped, "I'll be fucking damned, Scooter! You did it! Fantastico! It took Robbie a whole fucking month! Now . . . do it again!" I did. He then taught me to vary the show. Work the head with a lip and tongue bath. Take it all. Work the head, deep-throat. Waggle the tongue. Vary the pressure. "Now, kid, more tongue action. Tighten your lips. Suck it. Lick it. Now, suck it." School was in session! And the pupil was paying close attention. And, fuck it, it felt fantastic! My mouth felt like a tool that I was using not only for his pleasure, but for my own, too. My lips felt great as they crossed and recrossed the cockhead's speed bump. The hot wetness of my mouth also felt great as his cock got all slathered up from my deep-throat actions. Whenever my lips neared the base of his cock, I could feel him throb and pulsate, both with my lips and with my thumb on the underside of the base. The Duke told me to stop for a moment. "Get a load of saliva in your mouth and then put your mouth back on it." I did as instructed and when I put my mouth back on his cock my saliva made it all even more sexual somehow. As I deep-throated his cock I had tears in my eyes. Not from crying, but from my gag reflex suppression exercises. Also, my saliva, which The Duke told me not to swallow, was cascading down his cock and onto his balls making his crotch area sopping wet. This seemed to turn The Duke on even more. "That's beautiful, baby, really great. Nice and wet! Ooooooooh! You suck real good, Scooter. Now, let me mouth fuck you." He then stood up, vise-gripped my head in his hands, and told me to put both my hands on his ass cheeks. He then said, "I want you to squeeze my ass as I fuck your mouth. And pull me to you. Got that?" I mumbled an "Mmm Hmm." around his dick and squeezed and pulled both his muscular ass halves toward me in further agreement. With only my mouth holding onto his cock this way, I could feel it pushing upward against my lips in an attempt to attach itself back to his belly. Its pressure was enormous. I had this weird idea rush through my mind that I would be lifted off the floor by the damn thing! There I'd be, dangling in mid-air, held there by The Duke's massive erection. He then started mouth-fucking me in earnest. Slowly at first, very deliberately, then somewhat faster. That he was enjoying himself, I had no doubts. As he plunged to his full depth, straight down my throat, I had a tough time not gagging, but I soon learned to relax my throat to such a degree that I could take all of him in easily. There we were, him mouth-fucking me, sawing his huge dick in and out of my mouth, and me taking it all and squeezing his ass cheeks. I found myself involuntarily pulling his cheeks in my direction as he fucked my hot, sloppy-wet mouth. I continuously gurgled and my mouth made shlushing noises as my saliva flew out all around his cock. My saliva was now coming out copiously all around his dick and dripping silently onto the carpetted floor. I could smell the musk and sweat coming off of his balls and it spurred me on. Duke suddenly stopped and said, "Look up at me!" I looked up, his cock half in my mouth, saliva still dripping out all over. He clamped my head for emphasis as he said, "When I shoot I want you to swallow every drop and keep sucking until I tell you to stop. Got that, Scooter?" I nodded. "Good. And, just before I shoot, I'll pull it all out except for the head. This way you will taste it and it won't go directly down to your belly. Got that?" I nodded again. "And, when I'm shooting I want you to swirl your tongue all around the underside of my head. Got that?" Again, I nodded. "Good, here we go." Then, with a sudden inspiration, The Duke told me to go and fetch the clothing store mirror. I complied. He set it up so he and I could look into it and see me sucking him off. I had to look to the side somewhat, but I saw the entire action very clearly. He did, too. We went back to his mouth fucking me and a minute or so later he came his load. His sudden yell made me start, "Ooooooo fucking shit, fucking shit! Ooooooo!" The first blast shot forcefuly to the back of my throat and I could feel it sliding downward to my belly. I swirled my tongue around his bottom side as directed. His cum was hot and thick and copious even though he had cum not more than thirty minutes ago. It also had the texture of thick yogurt. As some of it dripped out of my mouth, I could smell the musky, detergent-like smell, of his cum load. As I swallowed his cum, The Duke reminded me to keep sucking, to suck it until he was fully drained and soft. Thus, I sucked his cock until it went totally flaccid in my mouth. Deep-throating it now was very simple, indeed. It felt flabby and wobbly in my mouth. And wonderful. I had given him pleasure and in doing so I had received it. The Duke's cum tasted stronger, if that's the word, than my own. Saltier, too. And, for sure, there was way more of it. So much more that some of it had oozed out past my lips and I could feel its sticky wetness on my chin. The Duke pulled his limp cock out of my mouth and plopped back onto the couch. I was still kneeling before him. "Now, Scooter, kiss my cock and tell it you loved sucking on it." I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his flaccid penis. "I loved sucking you," I said to his peehole, feeling a bit stupid, but truthful. "Now, Scooter, I'm gonna give you a treat. I want you to jerk off with my cockhead in your mouth. You are to shoot your wad into your hand and await my orders. Got that, Scoot?" I saw what was coming as I nodded. Thus, with his limp cockhead in my mouth, my right hand on its base, I jerked my dick with my left hand. It had softened up somewhat, but in no time it was fully erect. As I sucked on him I found myself involuntarily moaning. I was hot and wanted to shoot badly. The Duke reached out and caressed my neck. "Atta boy! You enjoy yourself. You deserve it after the great blowjob you gave me. Now, after you fill your hand up I want you to lick it all up." His words got to me. I wanked in total abandonment. Then the moment arrived. I took my right hand off his cock and cupped it under my cock. I took my mouth off his prick as I felt the first sensations. In amazement I watched my load hit my palm. It was twice its normal volume! And it felt more intense than usual. I moaned. Duke laughed. When I had emptied my balls completely I raised the cum-laden hand to my face and licked it up. Duke said, "Way to go, Scooter!" Later, while I got dressed, The Duke informed me that this was going to be a regular, daily thing. Any objections, Scooter? Scooter had none that he could think of. Not if he wanted to see tomorrow. And, fuck it, I was hooked on cock now. And cum. I knew it, and I knew I loved it. And I knew The Duke knew it, too. His constant grins told me as much. He then told me I was a fantastic cocksucker, better than Robbie, but if I ever sucked another cock without his direct permission, I'd join Robbie. Point taken, Dukie, my new old chum! "Scooter?" Duke said. "I'll let you in on a little secret. You know your little playmate, Richie?" I nodded not knowing what was coming. "Well, he was here, in front of that mirror, just last week. And just like you I fucked him and he sucked my dick. Liked it, too, he did. In fact, he loved it so much he came back the next day for more! But I didn't enjoy his blowjobs at all. His mouth was too small and his teeth kept raking my cock something fierce." He saw me staring at him. "Didn't know your little Richie loved getting fucked and sucking cock, did you?" I said, "No, I didn't." How could I? Richie? My friend Richie? It was mind blowing! He never let on. Then again, what did I expect Richie to do? Say, "Hey! You'll never guess what I did today! Got fucked by The Duke and sucked his dick. And I loved it, too! What's new with you?" Wow, was I floored. "Well, Scooter, tell you what. If you and Richie ever decide to suck each other off, it's OK with me. You got my permission. OK?" I nodded. "And, who knows? Maybe I'll have the two of you put on a little show for me, a 69 show. Would you like that, you two sucking each other's cocks off?" I knew enough to say, "Sure." But I had trouble picturing it happening in real life. True, all The Duke had to do was say, "Do it you two!" and we'd be sucking each other like champs. And now that The Duke had put the thought in my mind, it kind of turned me on. I remember picturing in my mind having Richie's cock in my mouth. I had seen his cock a few times before. We had joint-masturbated using my French playing cards. His cock, like mine, was about 6" in length, but a little fatter. And, if memory served right, he had come a lot when he shot his wad. Damn! I was becoming cock crazy! Cum crazy, too. I was actually looking forward to the next time I was alone with Richie. And armed with what I now knew about him, all I had to do was deal the cards! Shit, I was getting hard again just thinking about it. The Duke interrupted my daydreaming by saying, "Now, Scoot, go home! I'll see you tomorrow, same time. OK?" I nodded. Scooter, the obedient sex slave, went home. On shaky legs, to be sure. When I got home I found I still wanted to cum some more. So I gave my cock another beating, swallowing and mixing the taste of my cum with the taste of The Duke's cum that I could still feel in the back of my throat. As I masturbated, I thought of how I had been fucked by The Duke and how I had sucked his man-sized, rock hard cock. And, how good it all had felt. An hour later I jerked off again. And, swallowed again. Then, in the middle of the night, I awoke and beat that poor thing again. And I swallowed more of my cum. In this session I picture sucking Richie off and then being sucked by him. In the morning I resisted the temptation to do it again as I knew I'd be seeing Duke later in the day. I wanted my cock hot and hungry. Thus, began the new life of a cum-loving cocksucker. Scooter, The Duke's new boy and absolute sex slave. One of his favorite positions was to have me sit on him, facing him with his cock up my ass, and jerking myself off. He told me to shoot on his chest and then lick it all off. He liked the way I would spasm and pulsate around his cock as I came. Many times, my anal pulsations were what pushed him over the edge. And it felt great to me, too. As I shot my wad, my ass opening and closing around his dick, the heat of his cum drove me wild. What a sensation! Another thing he kept doing, to show his complete mastery over me, I guess, was pissing in my mouth. Usually this was done after he'd consumed a few beers. At some point it became an every time event as, for some reason, The Duke took to drinking more and more. Though, I swear, he never had more than 3 beers and not once did I see him drunk. And, whether I liked it or not, I not only got used to the taste of his piss, I came to enjoy it. Why I did I really don't know. I do know it was a terrific turn-on to be ordered to my knees for a mouth pissing. My cock would get hard as steel as I took his usually limp cock into my mouth and waited for his warm stream to begin. And I had become so expert at quick swallowing that not a drop was spilled. Also, the humiliation factor had changed somewhat over time. It was now sexually exciting instead of debasing. He enjoyed it immensely and I enjoyed giving him pleasure. Sick? Who the fuck cares? I saw The Duke just about every day for five years. Robbie was reborn and had risen from the ashes! I was the Duke's new sex slave boy and all the other kids knew it. And they feared me as they had Robbie. Well, as my grandmother used to say: "Out of every bad thing something good happens." Right on, Gran! I guess. The Duke also led me into a world of sex that you don't read about in too many books. But that's another story! End. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 1): Duke Daze!

Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Arthur Kay Title: Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 3) Rocky Lovin'! Part: 3 of 6 Summary: 'Scooter' adds Rocky, a barrel-chested rough guy, to his fast-growing group of men while keeping it from The Duke, his sex master. Keywords: M, MM, ws, nc, oral, ws, anal WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 3): Rocky Lovin'! by Arthur Kay In the first three months of my being Johnny "The Duke" Dukes' sex slave, he had fixed me up with over a hundred gay "dates." He made $20-25 a pop and would give me a fiver from each. I didn't complain. He didn't have to give me a dime, had he chose not to. After all, I was The Duke's "boy." On one such date, as we sat in Duke's car outside the guy's apartment house, he gave me his usual instructions: "Do everything he tells you to do, Scooter! Don't embarrass me." I said sure and he told me to go and ring the bell to 4B, the guy's apartment. An hour or so later, I was standing in front of the apartment house as The Duke pulled up. I got in the car, handed him the usual envelope containing the cash, and he asked, "Everything go all right?" I said it had and we set off for his brownstone in Brooklyn. He pulled a five spot from the envelope and handed it to me. I thanked him and pocketed the cash. On the 45-minute ride, The Duke seemed different somehow. It was as if he had swallowed the canary and was gleefully pleased with himself. "When we get to my place," he said, "I want you to tell me all about with the old guy. Every detail. Don't leave nothing out. OK?" I said OK and was a bit surprised. He didn't usually probe about what went on between the guys and me. When we were in his basement "clubhouse," he didn't waste any time. He undressed and he ordered me to do likewise. He then sat on the couch, his legs spread out wide. "Now, cocksucker, " he said, "get between my legs and tell me all about it." I knelt between his legs and he told me to just play with his cock while I told him the entire story. This was all very new to me. Now, The Duke's cock always mesmerized me. He had a unique dick, for sure. His erection, when at full bore, stood straight up, seemingly bound to his stomach, and higher than his belly button. It was super-hard with large, rope-like veins along both sides, which magnified its thickness. The head was a lighter skin tone than the shaft and purplish-pink in color. If you pushed his cock downward and let go, it would spring back to his belly as if magnetized. An amazing sight! It both scared me and fascinated me at the same time. To this day I have never seen a cock quite like it. His cock quickly stiffened as I stroked it and a large drop of pre-cum formed at his peehole. He noticed it and said, "Oooh, lick that off!" I did as told and he said, "Now, tell me what happened with the old fag. And, give me every juicy detail." I pried his cock from his belly, straightened it out toward me, and released it. Boing! It snapped back to his stomach making a slapping sound. Amazing! "Well," I began, trying to remember. "He let me in and told me his name was Clive. He was wearing a flowery robe . . . " Duke interrupted, the first of many such interruptions. "How old was he?" he asked. This struck me as strange because he sure as hell knew how old the guy was. Why was he asking me this now? Oh, well, I thought, whatever. "Sixty, seventy, I guess. It was hard to tell as he had some kind of makeup on. You know, his face was made up something like a woman's, but not quite." Duke nodded and said, "But an old, old fag fart, eh?" and motioned for me to continue. I nodded and continued my story. "Well, then he took me into the bedroom, took off his robe, and told me to slowly undress. He said something about how he was sure going to enjoy himself since I had such a nice young body. Shit, Duke, he looked like he was drooling!" Duke laughed as I played with his stiffening hardon some more. "And . . . ?" Duke asked. "Well, when I was naked, he came over to me and started feeling me up all over, especially my ass. Then, he, uh, uh, . . . he started kissing me, and I . . . " The Duke grinned. "Did he stick his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you?" I noticed Duke's legs were starting to tremble. "Yeah, he did. And after each kiss, he'd tell me how beautiful I was, and all." "Did you tongue him back?" the Duke wanted to know. "Yeah, not at first, but he told me he wanted me to, so I did. He seemed to really like that . . . a lot! So, I did it each time he, uh, kissed me." "Then, what happened?" "Well, he kept putting a finger into my ass while he was kissing me and asking me if I liked that. I told him it felt great. Then we got onto the bed and he told me to get between his legs and suck on his cock . . . " "Describe his cock to me." This really surprised me. Was Duke gay and slowly letting me know it? I couldn't imagine it, but stranger shit than that has happened in this crazy fucking world. "Oh, it surprised me, I guess, because when it was hard it had to have been, oh, I don't know, over 7 inches long. And, pretty thick, too. This surprised me because I didn't know men his age could still get it up, if you know what I mean." Duke nodded as I continued. "And, his cock had a large head, slightly bigger than yours, but not nearly as long." I squeezed his cockhead for emphasis. "Go on." he said as I fondled his nutsack with my other hand. I was getting into it now. I had a raging hardon from reliving it. "Well, he told me to lick his cock all over and get it really wet. He said he liked it when it was really wet. So, I tongued his cock all over. Then he said to put it in my mouth so I sucked his cock for a few minutes, and, oh, he moaned a lot while I sucked him off . . . and he told me to take it all in, which I did. This impressed him no end and I thought he was going to pop his nuts right then and there, but he didn't. He just kept telling me to take it all. And other directions. You know, like 'suck the head.' and 'now lick my balls,' that kind of stuff." "The old fuck liked your sucking his cock, for sure. Tell me, did you enjoy sucking his big old fag dick?" "Yeah, I guess. It was sorta nice. It got really stiff in my mouth which felt good. And I mean really stiff. With an upward curve to it. Oh, I forgot . . . his balls, when I first saw them, hung way down low, but after my sucking him off a bit, they tightened right up to the base of his cock. This amazed me, too. Oh, I also forgot that he had me suck his balls, too." Duke said "Yeah." as I massaged his balls for emphasis. Duke asked, "Did you enjoy sucking on his balls?" I squeezed Duke's cockhead. "Yeah. And I got them real wet, the way you like me to do to you." "What happened next?" Duke was absolutely leering at me now. "Well, he told me to get on my back and hold my legs up . . . you know, as you sometimes do . . . on my chest." Duke nodded, as if picturing it. "Then he took a small tube of something and greased my ass up. And, he put some on his dick. Oh, and he kept kissing me all the while he did this. He also sucked on my nipples and licked my neck and ears. He was breathing so damn heavy I thought he'd have a heart attack!" "And . . . ?" I saw that The Duke was getting even harder, if that was at all possible. I stroked his large boner and imagined Duke saying to me, "Gee, that sounds so good I'd like to try it for myself! Give me your cock!" My bone got harder just thinking about it. I continued my lewd story. "He got between my legs and put his cock into me. Then, " I had to think, "he leaned forward and put his body on top of mine and buried his face into my neck. Then, he started fucking me, very slowly, and then he told me to kiss him again, which I did. Man, he must have kissed me fifty times!" "Then . . . ?" God, did I have a hardon! "Well, then he told me to wrap my legs around his back, as far up on his back as I could manage. He told me to wrap my arms around his neck, too. I did and he started fucking me real slow, but hard. Oh, the bed made squeaking noises while we were fucking and it . . . " "Was he kissing you at the same time he was screwing your ass?" Duke asked. "Oh, yeah, lots of them. He'd fuck me and kiss me at the same time, telling me how much he loved me and loved fucking my tight ass. Oh . . . you know how sometimes I shoot when your fucking me?" The Duke nodded. "Well, at some point I did the same with him. I couldn't help myself. I just started squirting all over our bellies. He noticed and it really turned him on! He reached between us and scooped up some spunk and put his fingers in his mouth and sucked it off. Then, he got some more spunk and put his fingers in my mouth. He told me to suck it dry. Then, he kissed me some more." "Did his old fag cock feel good up your ass?" I nodded. Then Duke said, "No. Say it aloud. I want to hear how much you liked his big old fat fag cock in your ass." "I liked his big fat fag cock in my ass. It felt good, especially when he went fast. I had those tingly sparks going on in my head, you know, the fireworks, and big goose bumps all over my body." The Duke nodded for me to continue. "Well, he started fucking me real good, getting a good rhythm going, kissing me all the while. The bed was squeaking something fierce. Then he finally shot his wad." I put my tongue on The Duke's peehole to lap up more of his pre-cum. "And, just like with you, I could feel the heat of his cum as he spurted. It felt really hot." "Then . . . ?" Duke asked. Shit, I thought, Duke's heading for sucking me off! "He told me he definitely wanted to see me again and, oh, and next time he wanted me to fuck him. Then, I got dressed and went outside to wait for you." My story was over. Not quite, as I remembered something else. "Oh, he also said that at some time in the future he wanted to empty his load into my mouth." "So," Duke said. "You really enjoyed sucking his dick and getting fucked by him. Is that right?" I nodded, but this wasn't what he wanted. "Say it out loud!" he said. "I really enjoyed sucking his cock and having him fuck me." It was true. I had. "Now, slave boy, suck me off! Suck it good as you always do. Make me spurt! I want to shoot my sperm into your hot, fucking, cocksucker mouth!" When you gonna reach out and play with my dick, Duke? Duke's cock looked swollen and ready to explode. It even felt hotter than usual. More pre-cum, a huge blob, had formed at the tip. I leaned forward, licked it off, feeling its stickiness, and then took his long head into my mouth. At the feel of my hot mouth on him, he moaned and his legs trembled again. "Oh, God, that's feels good! Oh, yeah, suck me, baby, suck me good!" He had hold of my head in both his hands and was slowly and deliberately mouth fucking me. "Do you love sucking my big fat cock?" With my lips around his cock I said, "Mmm Hmm." "Does it taste good?" Again I said, "Mmm Hmm." His cock felt stronger than usual as I deep-throated him a few times. In a few minutes time, he started to spurt. I had my thumb on the base of his cock and counted the spurts. Nine in all. More than his usual six or seven. I guess he was hotter from hearing the story. As I felt the first blast hit the back of my throat, I gently sucked his cockhead. Then, my mouth filled up, twice, so I had to swallow twice. I stayed on his cock for a few minutes until he went soft and he told me to stop sucking. He lifted my head up toward him. He asked, looking me in the eyes, "Did you enjoy that? Sucking my prick?" "Oh, yes, it was good." I replied. Here it comes, his offer. "Did I spurt a lot?" "Wow, did you ever! I had to swallow twice." What's with the questions, Duke? Reach out and put your hand on my dick, if that's your plan. "Tell me, do you love the taste of my love juice?" I said, yes, I did. "Now, I want you to kiss my prickhead and tell it you love it." What the fuck was going on? I lifted his limp cock up to my mouth and kissed the peehole. "I love you." I said to his cock. He told me to do it again and then again. Kiss. "I love you." Kiss. "I love you." I was about to keep doing this silliness to eternity's end if necessary, when he said, "Now, my cocksucker, I have a nice surprise for you. Look at the closet." I turned and looked at the closet. It was a closet, for crissakes! Except for the door being open a few inches, it wasn't remarkable. "Rocky!" Duke yelled. The closet door opened and out stepped Duke's next-door neighbor, Steve Rocco, AKA Rocky. I thought I'd die! He had seen and heard everything! My tale of the old gay guy, how I sucked the old fag off and let him fuck me. And he had seen me sucking Duke's prick. Kissing it! Telling his cock I loved it. My heart was banging in my chest. I felt faint as sweat formed all over me. Now I knew why Duke had me relive it all. He was doing it for Rocky's benefit and perverse pleasure. And, I knew Rocky. Christ, my father had taken me into Rocco's Appliance Repair store on more than one occasion. Shit, they even played poker together now and then. Oh, man, if Rocky ever told my dad . . . well, I didn't even want to think about that now. And any fucking idea of Duke sucking my dick just went out the old window. Rocky was a rough looking, muscular Italian guy, in his mid forties, over 6' tall, and barrel-chested. He was married to a little thing of a woman that the other women called The Shrew. She had absolutely no sense of humor in her and had a face that resembled a mouse, or possibly, a rat. "Say hello to Rocky, my slave cocksucker." Duke said. I stammered, "Hell . . . hell . . . hello, Rock . . . Rocky." Rocky laughed. The Duke laughed. I didn't. Duke said, "The cat's got his tongue, Rock, but don't worry, it'll loosen up when he's got a big Italian salami in his mouth." Rocky laughed. "Yeah, if it don't choke him!" he said to Duke. And, then he said to me, "You like big Italian salamis, cocksucker?" They both laughed. Again, I didn't, but I nodded. It seemed the best thing to do. "Slave," Duke said to me. "What's the rule you never break?" I knew what he meant. I said, my legs wobbly, "Do everything he tells me to do and don't embarrass you." I was calmer now for I knew what was going to occur. I also felt sexual excitement welling up in me, especially in my crotch area. I started to get a hardon. The Duke noticed. "Well, he's excited and all yours, Rock. I'd love to stay and watch it all, but I have to run some errands for the old man." Rocky thanked The Duke and said he'd take real good care of his cocksucking slave. Duke left us and there I was, naked and alone with Rocky. Rocky rubbed his crotch area as he said, "I don't want to fuck you, baby, that's for faggots to do, but I do want you to suck me off like you did the old guy . . . and how you just did it awhile ago to Duke. OK?" I nodded and said, "OK." "My wife's been up in the country for weeks now, so I've got a big load of juice stored up. Think you can take it all?" I nodded, not knowing what else to do. "Good." he said. He rubbed his crotch some more and I could see a large bulge beginning to form in his pants. It looked humongous. Almost to his knee. "Now, come over here and get on your knees." I walked the few paces between us and knelt, naked, before him. He reached out and tilted my head up toward him. "Let me feel that nice mouth of yours." With that he stuck a thumb into my mouth and told me to suck on it. I did, going up and down on it. "Oooh, suck it, baby, oooh, real hot, honey, your mouth is real hot!" As I sucked up and down on his fat thumb, he said, "My old lady won't blow me no how, so I can tell you this is gonna be great for me. I haven't had a blow job since Ella moved out of town." I knew Ella. They called her Ella, the Cellar Dweller. All any guy wanting a blowjob had to do was go around to her bedroom window and pull the string she had connected to a little bell in her room. If she was in, she'd open the cellar door and you were in! Ella had sucked off just about every guy in the neighborhood. Probably including my father! Who knows? I do know she once sucked off 18 guys in one evening, me included. I was guy number four. The Duke had set it all up. Rocky pulled his thumb from my mouth and took off his pants. He folded them neatly and placed them on the couch. Then, he said, "Take off my shorts, baby! Slowly!" I hooked a finger on each side of his boxers and slowly edged them down. Man, was his crotch hairy! A real mop of black hair. Sticking out of this mop was his thick penis. It looked as if it had a hair coat on to keep it from getting cold. And, man, was his cock thick! Even flaccid it looked 2" wide, maybe more. I remembered his reference to an Italian salami and pictured it with a condom on. Put it in the deli window and it would sell out in minutes. He stepped out of his shorts and took off his T-shirt. We were both naked now, except for shoes. We both still had our shoes and socks on! His thick member got semi-hard as he grabbed it and wiggled it in front of my face. As he played with himself, he rubbed the cock's tip against my lips, pushing it slightly past my lips and pressing into my teeth. I could feel an immense drop of pre-cum form, making my lips very sticky. As he worked his cockhead back and forth over my open lips, he said, "Oooh, man, I'm gonna love this!" I opened my mouth to put my lips around the head and take it in, but he pulled back. "Not yet, honey, I want to get him real hard first." He then told me to fill my mouth with saliva and suck on his hairy balls. I mustered up a large mouthful of saliva and put my mouth on his nutsack. Man, his balls were hairy, too! And large! I had never seen balls this big. Together, they seemed as large as a grapefruit. As I sucked his nuts, getting them very wet, he slowly stroked his cock above my head. He said, "Lick off the tip!" I noticed a large blob of precum on the tip of his excited cock. I licked at it. "Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck your mouth something fierce!" I sucked on his nuts for a few more minutes getting them sticky with my saliva. He then pushed me away. I saw that his cock was fully erect now. And, it looked unreal! Over 10" in length and as fat around as a woman's wrist. The head wasn't that pronounced, but it was long, even longer than Duke's. Probably 2-1/2" would be my guess. His pee hole was very pronounced, a deep cleft. It reminded me of an inny belly button. I had sucked some big pricks before, but nothing like this. He said, "Ain't it a beauty? I'll bet you can't swallow it all as easily as you did Duke's!" Funny, but I remember thinking, how could his wife have such a sour puss all the time when she had this thing to look forward to? He continued, "Tell you what, if you can take me down to my balls, as you did Duke, I'll give you $5!" A challenge if ever there was one but, in truth, I didn't think I could manage it. I took the base of his thick prick in my right hand, got a build up of more saliva, and put my mouth on his the large, long cockhead. Man, its width was stretching my lips out. I heard him say above me, "Gotta warn you! Poor Ella, who really knew how to suck cock, could only take half before she was gagging up a storm. Threw up on me one time, too." He laughed, as if remembering the scene. Well, fella, I ain't no Ella! I felt that lots of saliva might do the trick, if anything would. So, I kept coating his cock with my saliva. Even with the saliva, I felt like gagging each time the cockhead started down my throat. But, I was determined. It might choke me to death, but damn it, I was gonna deep-throat this monster. I concentrated real hard on suppressing my gag reflex. In a while, I had half of him in my mouth with two or three inches of his wide cock actually down my throat. I relaxed and concentrated some more. I pushed my mouth forward on his dick. Another inch. Then, another. Soon I had over 7" of his huge cock in my mouth and down my throat. In spite of an occasional retch, the finish line was in sight. All I had to do was go slowly and I'd be $5 richer. Rocky moaned. "Holy shit, man, I think you're gonna do it!" Then, as if to fuck me up, he rammed his full length down my throat, all ten plus inches of it. As my lips crashed against his pubic hairs I retched and gagged up a storm. Tears flooded my eyes and I felt as if I was about to throw up any second. Ella all over again. I tried to pull back for some relief, but he held my head firm with his strong hands. I concentrated very hard and somehow managed not to upchuck, although my throat muscles were constantly twitching. I felt impaled on his massive piece of meat. He held me this way for a few minutes more. Then, when he saw I wasn't going to give in, or throw up, he let my head go. For some air, I rushed my mouth back up to the cockhead, then fully off of his cock. "Sorry, kid," he said. "I don't know what got hold of me." Yeah, right, you cheap fuck. Doesn't want to pay the fiver. I looked up at him, tears in both eyes from choking. He had a pained, sort of guilty look on his face, as well he should. He said, as he picked his wallet out of his pants pocket, "Listen, kid, here's the fiver. No hard feelings. OK?" I nodded. "Now, I want you to do it again, down to my balls, only this time I won't try to gag you. OK?" I nodded again. "Good." he said. "Now, get to it. Take me all the way down! Right to the fur!" I wiped the tears from my eyes and once again grabbed his cock's base. It would be, I knew, as easy as shit now. I had weathered the worst. I worked up some more saliva and took his cock back into my mouth. I let the saliva coat half his dick before pulling back, getting more saliva, and then going down on it again. I did this a couple times more before taking the full 10" plunge. Slowly, to be sure. As I neared his pubic hairs, I heard him say, "Man, you suck cock a whole lot better than Ella. Any day. Oowee! That feels great. Oh, yeah, suck it good, hon!" He was holding my head again, but this time he was gentler. As I sucked his humongous prick, deep-throating him on every third or fourth downward stroke, I got an erection. Man, his big prick sure felt fantastic in my mouth. I loved how it stretched my lips wide and made me feel totally throated by it. With each downward movement I could feel the ropy veins on each side of his dick bumping the sides of my mouth as I went over them. I had never felt so cock-mouthed full before. I felt gorged on his cock. And I loved it. Without asking for permission, I started masturbating my raging hardon with my left hand. Hell, I needed release, too, after all this bullshit. When he noticed, he said, "That's right, honey, you enjoy yourself, too. I like that." I knew I was getting close to popping my own nuts, so I worked his cockhead really well. I sucked like a champ. With my eyes open, I could see his entire prick just before it fully disappeared into my mouth and down my throat. I was trying to time our orgasms so we'd shoot off together. I think he sensed this for he started to mouth fuck me gently. "Ooh, man, that is terrific! Suck me, baby. Take it all." Then he yelled, "Oh, God, I can't hold back!" I scooted up to where just the head was in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, not have it empty down my throat. At the same time, I wanked my cock real hard. As I jerked off I could feel his cock jerking and spasming, twitching like crazy. I could smell the musk coming from his balls. "Here it comes!" he yelled. Rocky started moaning as he spurted into my mouth. I started moaning around his cock as I came my own load. It felt weird, as if I was somehow coming into my own mouth, in a circular fashion. He came a bucket of cum, thick and, I swear, it even had lumps in it. He moaned louder as he shot burst after burst into my hot mouth, his legs wobbling. I moaned louder, too, as I swallowed and swallowed his hot sperm while I unloaded my own. I could smell the hot muskiness of his cum as he spurted into my mouth. Then, I vacuumed sucked his cock completely dry for a few minutes. As his cock softened up, he pulled it from my mouth and looked down at me. I was licking my lips and still swallowing, tasting the saltiness and acidity of it all. "That was," he said, "the best fucking blowjob I ever had! No fucking lie! You are good, baby. One helluva cocksucker!" He smiled at me, so I smiled back. Then, he said, "Tell me, aside from my trying to gag you, did you enjoy it, too?" He looked sincere. "Yes, Rocky, I did. It was really good." And, if truth be known, I had enjoyed it . . . immensely. And, for sure, I hoped we'd be doing it again some time. He must have read my mind. "Good. Next time I'll be gentler with you. And, speaking of next time, Duke told me I could have your cocksucking services any time I wanted. That OK with you?" "Yeah, Rocky, if Duke said it was cool, it's OK by me. Just arrange it with Duke." "Well, I'll do that, for the "now and then" stuff, but I want to set up a regular weekly thing, too. My repair shop is closed on Wednesdays from 3 to 5 pm, so we could get together then. OK?" I nodded and said, "If it's OK with Duke." "Oh, he's already given me the OK on that. So, we're all set then? Each Wednesday at 3 pm?" "Sure, Rocky. Each Wednesdays at 3." "And, who knows? I just might change my mind about fucking a guy. You do have a nice tight looking ass on you. Cuter than that old bag I'm stuck with." He spun me around for a better look-see. "Yeah, I can picture fucking it!" Then, he added, "Do you think your ass could take my big prick in it?" I noticed he was getting hard again just thinking about it. "I think so, Rocky, if we grease me real well, that is." He laughed. "Oh, don't worry, we'll lube you up real fine." He looked at the clock and I thought he was going to split. He didn't. He had other plans. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but I was wrong. He wasn't up for that yet. "I want to shoot in your mouth again. OK?" Surprised at his rapid recovery, I nodded and got to my knees again in front of him. Here we go again, I thought. But he had other plans. He turned his back to me and said, "Now, I want you to lick my asshole while I whack off. Duke told me you like to do that. Then, when it's ready to shoot, open your mouth up and take it all. OK?" I looked up at him and nodded. "No one, but no one, has ever licked my asshole, but I've always fantasized about it. You don't mind doing it, do you? Duke said you would do it if I asked." "I'll do it, Rocky, if you like." I reached out and spread his ass cheeks. His very hairy brown hole appeared. I buried my face into the warm crack and started tonguing his ass hole. He moaned as he jacked off. "Oh, that feels great! Lick me good, honey." I licked and licked, driving my tongue into his hole. At some point he whirled around and I knew it was time to open my mouth. "I wanna see it go off in your mouth!" he said. He placed the tip of his cock on my tongue just as it blasted off. The first two powerful spurts hit the back of my throat. This was followed by his cum bubbling up and dribbling all over my tongue. Some of it slid off my tongue onto the floor. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, God! Yes!" he said as he unloaded. Then, he put his cock a few inches into my mouth and told me to look up at him. I complied. He looked sweaty from the effort he had put out. He cradled my head gently in his hands and said, "You look beautiful with my big prick in your mouth and my sperm all over your lips. Taste good, darling?" I nodded. His use of the word darling surprised me. "Shit,"he said. "I don't ever remember being this fucking horny! I've shot twice, and, if I could, I'd shoot again! Oh, well, we'll save it for another day. OK?" I nodded again. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached for his pants. He put them on and came over to me. I stood there still totally naked. Then, he surprised the living shit out of me! He put a hand on my ass, fingered my hole a bit, and kissed me! And, I mean kissed me! A tongues dueling kind of kiss. You could have knocked me over with a feather! He kissed me for what seemed a long time before placing his head against my ears and neck. He then licked my ears and neck and said, "You tell anyone we did this, even Duke, and I'll kill you! Got that? It better be our little secret. OK?" "Mum's the word, Rocky, for sure. Count on it. I won't breathe a word to a soul." "Good!" he said and then kissed me a good one again. Then, he said, "Listen. My wife's away and since I'm so fucking horny, I want to get together with you later on tonight. I'll clear it with Duke. You be at my shop right after dinner, say 8 pm?" "Sure, Rocky, whatever you say." He kissed me once more and then whispered in my ear, "Gotta go and buy me some Vaseline." He laughed. "Because I got a strong feeling I'm going to fuck you good tonight! Hell, I know I'm gonna fuck you! And, it'll be my first time fucking a guy." I believed him. Then an idea hit me. "Rocky, would it be too much trouble for you to pick up an enema kit, too? I think if I'm cleaned out good it will be better for both of us." He grinned and said it would be no problem. I sensed he wanted to leave, but something seemed to be stopping him from doing so. As if more words were somehow necessary just to make sure we understood each other and to make sure I didn't have a wrong impression of him. "Listen, kid. I ain't no faggot. Got that? But my wife ain't that good in the sack, if you get my drift. And you suck cock real well. And . . . " "Rocky, I know you ain't a fag. Shit, you're a married man! If you want the truth, and you may not believe this, I'm not a fag, either. I just like getting it on with a guy. And, I enjoy sex. Duke broke me in and I didn't think I'd like it at first, but now I do. It's no big deal." "Yeah, you got it. Just two guys enjoying themselves. No harm in that, is there?" He sounded as if he was trying to sell himself on the idea. "None whatsoever." I said. Then, to change the subject, I added, "Plus I do want to see if I can take that monster cock of yours up my ass!" He laughed just as we heard Duke opening the trap door to the clubhouse. He whispered in my ear, "See you at 8, darling!" I nodded, again surprised at his use of the word darling. "Duke," Rocky said, "I have something to ask you about." I was at Rocky's shop at ten minutes to eight. Rocky had the Closed sign on the door. He let me in and led me to his office in the back. He wasted no time getting me naked, cleaned out with the enema, and all lubed up. As I watched him undress I knew I wanted him to fuck me something fierce. The idea of a cock that big really turned me on. I knew he would have no trouble getting me to spurt while fucking me, and I was looking forward to it. If I could take him, that is. Naked now, he came over to me and took me into his arms. With both his hands on my ass he kissed me. It felt wonderful. I took his cock into my hand and played with it, feeling it stiffen. Then, he surprised me. He put his hand on my cock, too! We played with each other's beginning erections for a while, and then he whispered in my ear. "What I want to do," he said, his hot breath bathing my earlobe, "is fuck your ass real good and then suck you off." I didn't think I heard him right. He wanted to suck my cock? As if reading my mind again, he said, "Why not? I'm game for new things. Would you like it if I sucked you off after fucking you?" "Oh, yeah, I'd love it!" I couldn't believe it, but I wouldn't question it. "But," he said. "I don't want you to shoot it in my mouth. You tell me when you're gonna spurt and I'll finish you off with my hand. OK?" I said OK. He then kissed me many more times, kneading my ass, fingering it, and fondling my prick. Then, he surprised me further by dropping to his knees and taking my 7" hardon into his mouth. Man, his mouth felt hot! And very wet. As I looked at the top of his head bobbing up and down, I couldn't believe what was happening. He worked his mouth up and down my cock taking a good two-thirds in. He reached around with both hands and grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me towards him. Unbelievably, I watched my entire 7" disappear into his mouth and down his throat. He was deep-throating me! While holding my ass cheeks. Man, you never ever know, do you? He'd then go back to the head and . . . swoosh . . . right down to my pubes. Shit, I was gonna pop! "Rocky! I'm close to going off!" I yelled. He ignored me and continued sucking. "Rocky! Stop! It's gonna shoot!" I yelled even louder. I knew he heard that, but he didn't stop and wouldn't let go of my ass cheeks. As I tried to pull back away from him, he pulled me firmly back into him. "Sorry, Rocky," I said. "But I can't hold back!" I let loose a cum barrage, spurt after spurt after spurt. I heard him gurgle as he swallowed my juice. And, still he sucked me and forced my ass toward him. And, he sucked some more, totally draining my dick. It was, probably because it was so unexpected, one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. He took his mouth off my cock and looked up at me, sheepishly. "Guess I lied about not swallowing. I don't know what came over me, but it seemed if I didn't swallow it, the whole thing would have been incomplete somehow." He audibly swallowed. "And, you know, it don't taste all that bad!" He laughed, so I did, too. The world seemed full of surprises that night. Then, another surprise. He reached out, took my dick in his hand and kissed it! "I love you!" he said to my cock. "I love you, I love you, I love you." I wonder where he got that line from? He stood up and said, "Darling, you ready for the fucking of your life?" I said I was. He went to the couch and I soon learned it opened into a bed. We got onto the bed and he told me to suck his cock a bit to get him fired up. I complied. Soon, he was ready, his large cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. "On your back, baby, and pull your legs up." I got into position and he went between my legs. I hadn't noticed how he had done it, but he had the jar of Vaseline with him. He lubed his cock up good. He then probed my asshole with his cockhead, pushing in as he did so. The first inch was the hardest. My damn sphincter wouldn't cooperate. I forced myself to totally relax and at the same time, get ready for pain. And, the pain sure came! As he pushed in another inch or so, I yelled out, as my asshole stretched beyond belief. "Ow!" "Hold it a second, Rocky." I said. "Let me relax a bit." He stopped pushing inward. "OK," I said. "Try again." He did, slowly and gently, an inch at a time. It hurt, but there was also immense pleasure, too. Finally, he got tired of fooling around. He just rammed the whole fucking dick into me! Wham! I felt him slam against my ass cheeks. I thought I'd faint, but he was in me fully now and there was no turning back. I had both of my legs resting on his shoulders. He pushed them aside and got fully on top of me, his barrel chest pressing close to me. "Wrap your legs around my back! he ordered. I complied and it seemed to lessen the pain. He then started fucking me, slowly, deliberately, in and out, all 10 of him. I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back, running my finger nails up and down his spine. "Kiss me, darling." he said. I found his mouth and we kissed and moaned into each other's mouths as we fucked. I felt the spittle from our kiss drip down the sides of my mouth. I felt my raging woody pressed hard against his crushing, sweaty stomach. Now, I had been with a ton of guys, but this time was different. The feel of his body as he fucked me was getting to me. Touching something feminine inside of me. I felt . . . wifely! Girlish! Like a wanton whore! It was the closest I'd ever come to having my asshole feel like a woman's pussy. Although I still felt like a straight arrow, I knew he had touched something quite gay in me. I responded by something I'd yet to do with anyone. I worked my asshole muscles around his cock in an attempt to increase our mutual pleasure. This had a profound effect on Rocky. He was now fucking me slowly, deliberately, and passionately. As he would his wife, I imagined. "I love you fucking me, Rocky!" I said. He must have misunderstood, for he said, "And, I love you, too, darling!" He then abruptly stopped his fucking. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You heard me right. We're now lovers! We ain't gonna get married and pick out furniture, or nothing like that, but I want you as my part time wife. OK?" I said OK. Our parameters had been established. He proceeded to fuck me some more and then whispered in my ear. "Tell me you love me, too!" It felt weird, but it also seemed called for. "I love you, Rocky, I love you." He stopped fucking me once more. "Listen. I know you have sex with other men to get Duke pocket money, and I'm sure as shit not the jealous type, but you don't tell them you love them, do you?" "No, Rocky, never." It was the truth. "Good. Keep that reserved for me. For us. OK?" I said OK. This pleased him. He went back to fucking me. His new man-wife. And, what a fuck it was! I was clinging to him with arms and legs like some woman who hadn't seen her man in years. His big, unreal cock had me going through pain and pleasure. Our joint sweat was pouring out all over the place. The bed was squeaking along with our movements. Then, it happened! I started spurting! Washing both our bellies with it. A second later, he came. The heat of it burning my insides. We lie like that for a while. Then, he lifted himself off and surprised me some more. He licked my cum off of my stomach! "Yummy!" was all he said, my cum still unswallowed. Then, he kissed me again, spitting some of my cum into my mouth. We swapped it back and forth until it disappeared completely. Then, he flopped back onto the bed and drew me to him. He held me in his strong arms and said, "That was fantastic! I have never shot like that before. And, your ass is so wonderfully tight! Oh, God, how great it was." He tilted my head up and kissed me again. A warm, hot kiss. A kiss only two men can know. I knew I'd never really be able to love him, but the fantasy of it all was good enough for me. Then, he surprised me again. "Let's rest a bit and then I want you to fuck me!" Whoa, man, is this heaven? I joked, "Do you think we have enough Vaseline left over?" "Hell, if we don't, we'll buy more! In fact, I might start buying it by the case to get the discount!" We both laughed. Then, again as if he read my mind, he said, "Look. In truth, I can't really love a guy. But it's fun to pretend, you know?" I said I knew and I felt the same way. "Good. We have an agreement." Did I fuck him that night? Yes, doggy style. Was it good? Fucking A! Did we ever get together after that? Every Wednesday and "here and there" . . . for years! And I started swallowing his piss, too. On one occasion, when Rocky mentioned he had to piss before he could cum, I offered my mouth to him. He was surprised, but he took me up on it. After that, it became a regular occurrence. And, now and then, Rocky would swallow my piss, too. His "try anything attitude" was obviously appreciated by me. Sometimes, not often, we'd take turns pissing in each other's mouths. We'd then do a piss-kiss, which I found very enjoyable. And Rocky swore he'd never tell The Duke; he never did. I went into the Navy and we only got together on an occasional shore leave of mine. But after discharge from the service, although I had gotten married, we still saw each other every Wednesday. Come rain or shine. Rocky and his shrew wife eventually split up and he married a real sweet gal named Brenda. She always had a smile on her face! But, even with both of us married, we still did each Wednesday. For more than 20 years, until he up and died of cancer. Wherever you are, Rocky, I love you. Even though we never did pick out that furniture together! And, Duke, you son of a bitch you . . . thanks. I don't know your motives for playing it the way you did, but I do know my life was greatly enriched the day Rocky came out of your closet and into my arms! End. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 3) Rocky lovin'!

Author: Arthur Kay Title: Prof. Pinwoody's New-Fangled Homemade Lady! Summary: PInwoody's female creation would not only eliminate a man's loneliness, it would give him the sex ride of his life. Once the kinks are worked out, that is. Keywords: MF rom humor cons het WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. Prof. Pinwoody's New-Fangled Homemade Lady! by Arthur Kay MAY 15, 2020, in a laboratory, whose location is known to only but a few, and only on a need-to-know basis: "Looks like we've truly done it, Alice!" said Prof. Hapland "Pin" Pinwoody, Ph.D. "Respy has just executed her tenth perfect computerized movement." He turned toward his associate, Prof. Alice Hames, Ph.D, and couldn't miss the grin on her face. It was almost ear-to-ear. "You're right, Pinny, and just wait until the investors get a gander. Shit, pardon my French, but they'll be just throwin' money at us!" She laughed. Pinwoody nodded. "That's for sure." Pinwoody pressed another button on the remote control prototype. Respy reacted in nanoseconds. "You see that! She threw her legs around his back just as if she'd been doing it all her life!" Respy was on a bed, her legs now locked at the ankles across a crash-test dummy's back. Pinwoody hit another button and the legs, still locked, crawled further up the dummy's back as far as they could manage. "Look at that!" Alice laughed, then said, "She has, prof, been doin' it all her life! This is technically her birthday!" Pinwoody turned toward her, a smile on his face. Alice lifted her hand and shaped it as if it was holding an invisible glass. Making a pantomime toast, she said, "Many more, Respy! Many more." She chuckled. Pinwoody "clinked" his own finger-shaped imaginary glass holder with Alice's and said, "To Respy, may she earn us millions!" Pinwoody then said, out loud, "Sip, sip!" Alice followed suit, "Sip, sip!" This was their usual mock celebration ritual. They did it every time the occasion called for it, like it did now. Hap and Alice have something to celebrate, all right. They had worked on Pinwoody's dream, some called it "Pinwoody's Pipe Dream," for almost ten years now, five of which were concerned with nothing more than Respy's computer calibrated movements. The very movements Pinwoody was now putting Respy through. RESPY. An acronym, but slightly altered when speaking about it, for Robot for Every Sexual Pleasure Imaginable. The term had been Alice's idea. Said it came to her in a flash, right after those two longs years of getting its respiring chest to look and heave naturally, as if breathing or, if called for by the remote, gasping and panting. No easy feat, that. The skin, a project sub-contracted to a large firm, one Dermacom, Inc., that specialized in mannequins for big-time movie usage, came on board less than six months from the initial start date. Using a plasticized rubber formula, one they actually had to invent, the skin not only looked human, it felt like it. To give the skin some human feeling heat, or warmth, which Pinwoody felt was absolutely necessary and he was adamant on the point, fine wires were embedded throughout the upper dermal layer. In the year 2010, if you remember, Dermacom launched this skin and wire combo to the mass market as DermaTouch and one could find it in everything from ladys handbags and panties to men's wallets and undershorts. DermaTouch sold, as they always say, like hotcakes, only not as hot to the touch. Alice said it reminded her of an electric blanket. Except this particular electric blanket had a top heat setting of 99.7 degrees. At the time, Pinwoody had quipped to Alice, "No point in having a guy screwing a lady with a fever of 104, now is there?" Is there? 99.7 would feel quite hot enough to a guy holding steady at 98.6. Especially when you consider that the only thermometer he'd be sticking into Respy had no clear red markings on it to discern her actual temp, anyhow. The artificial intelligence, A.I., had been a piece of cake. The incredible breakthrough, in 2006, by the well-renowned pioneering A.I.-ist, Benjamin Gentz, Ph.D, on speech and word recognition is well documented. Suffice it to say, Respy, the off-the-shelf version, could respond and react to 1,000 spoken questions or commands. One's personal tastes, likes and dislikes, could easily be programmed for her to follow. Add an updated, microbe driven, Enzymo AT-VIX-22 hard drive and the amount of new commands and responses one could teach her, well, they were truly unlimited. All you had to do was tell her and show her once and it was, monkey see, monkey do. A nuance or semantic problem? No problem. All you had to do was talk to Respy. In any language known to man, including Old Latin, if you were some kind of monk. And if you want Respy to learn all about you, your work, your career, your personal this and thats, so she'd be more than just a sex toy, she'd be company, well, old chum, just talk to her. She's got a damn fine memory built into her. What does Respy look like? More correctly would be, whom does she look like? But an even more correct question, at this time, would be, whom will she look like? Glad you asked. The first model to retail will be a carefully chosen composite of Mira Sorvino, Gillian Anderson, Rene Zellweger, and the beautiful French actress, Anouk Aime. The part, or parts, each will contribute, to be determined later. Yes, Respy would be, as envisioned by Alice and Pinwoody, something else, indeed. And beyond. Because both Alice and Pinwoody could see the potential Respy had to eliminate human loneliness. At least among the folks who could afford it. And, as Pinwoody once put it, who knows? In time, the price would probably be within the reach of anyone with an average paying job. Just look at computers and their overall track record. A male Respy version, for the ladies out there, and some men, would be next on the Alice and Pinwoody agenda, but the female Respy offered more challenges and thus had been worked on first. With the female, there were those infernal internal problems to work out: Realistic vaginal juices, warm, wet anal moistness, and, toughest of all, a naturally salivating tongue. The male version, by comparison, was child's play once the female prototype was complete and up to snuff. There was already a very realistic penis on the market that not only went from flaccid to erect, it also ejaculated. The amount of pseudo-sperm was controllable, too. Recipe included. Hell, this dang faux pecker thing even had hairy balls, whose eggs could be felt as they rolled around under its warm DermaTouch skin. All it lacked was a body to attach it to. A Respy body, if Pinwoody had any say in the matter . . . * * * * * * RESPY, with Pinwoody's help on the remote, was now humping the test dummy to beat the band. Every button Pinwoody punched, from kiss him on the mouth to wiggle your ass in a clockwise direction, now the other way, was faithfully followed. With a passion so heated, so ardent, though programmed in, it now surprised the two experimenters. "Holy Christ, Alice, to put it in plain english, she's fucking the dummy's ass off!" He laughed, a nervous laugh, one of glee mixed with shock. 'Yeah, Pin, I wish I could move like that. Then maybe you and I would go at it more often than we've have been lately." She lightly smacked him on the arm. "Dummy!" "Hell, Alice, if you moved like that I'd . . . I better shut up!" He looked guilty. "Damn! You've got a woody, Pin, a fucking woody just from watching her! And don't tell me you have on a pair of those new tent-filled trousers!" She gave him a hurt look, but he knew it was a sham one. He knew he had been busted. He hit a few more buttons and said, "You going to tell me, woman, that you're not getting your stew stirred a bit from watching the way she moves, the way she fucks?" Respy was now moaning and grabbing the dummy's ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing them. And, all the while, her ass cheeks were smoothly going in a definite counterclockwise direction. Then, with a mere Pinwoody touch on a button, clockwise. "Maybe so," Alice admitted. "But I don't need no stinkin' remote to do all of those things at the same time. So there, Mr. Smarty Pants Dummy!" Then she was back to business. "Of course, once I design those programs to incorporate multiple manoeuvrings, Respy won't need no stinkin' remote, either." They watched, fascinated, as Respy fucked and moaned. "Mmmm . . . " * * * * * * "I HAVE A GOOD IDEA, PIN, why don't we put that simple three-motion program I wrote into Respy? We can loop it and give it a small test. And, while we test, you can get a good fuck at the same time. OK, dummy with the tent in pants?" She chuckled and made a circle with her left hand's thumb and forefinger and pumped her right thumb in and out of it. He looked over at her and smirked. "Good idea, Ali, a little business with pleasure mix. Only one small problem. Lacking a vagina, how can I fuck her while we test?" He laughed, throwing his head back. Alice reached out and smacked his arm again. "You may be joshing, dummy, but that does bring up the question. When she's vagina laden, so to put it, are you gonna be the first to pop her cherry?" She stuck a thumb in her mouth and made a popping sound as she quickly pulled it back out. Pinwoody smiled. "No, Alice, I don't think so. As much as I'd like to be her first fuck, and women never forget their first fuck, as you undoubtedly know, I think I'll learn more by being an observer. Besides, if she fucks anywhere near the way I'm imagining right now, my ability to concentrate would go right out the fucking window." He grinned, his point made. Alice reached out and gave his tent bulge a playful squeeze. "So, tell me, old nobel one who sacrifices his own fun for science, do you have anyone in mind for her first royal fucking?" She figured he had. He had. "Yeah, Willie Vance, our illustrious grad student of glorious day time assistants. He's a strapping lad with a nice strong body, which might come in handy just in case we have an unforeseen physical problem with Respy. I've already run it by him and he's game, as long as he's paid, that is." "Willie's fine, Pin, but don't you think he'd be a tad self-conscious with me watching him screw a robot? I know you wouldn't, but Willie's much more human that way." She giggled and squeezed his bulge again. "Cute. But we'll solve that bullshit by running the test in room C. You can observe through the one-way mirror. Old Willie need be none the wiser and I believe this will let us get a great performance out of him. Of course, if, as I suspect, he's hung like a horse, I won't be able to say the same about you!" "Cute right back at you. Now, Mr.Tent-In-Pants, should I put the three-motion program in, or not?" She absent mindedly rubbed her crotch area. This movment didn't go unobserved by Pinwoody. "Yes, Ms. Moisty Mound, why don't you do just that . . . ?" * * * * * * AS RESPY THE ROBOT WOMAN went through Alice's three-motion computerized program, the two humans, both now nude, were remiss in their watching duties. They both had their eyes closed and were kissing passionately as they embraced, standing less than two yards from the bed of action. With the camera filming away. The passionate kissing ended with Pinwoody plopping down onto a sofa. The convertible bed-sofa they both used sometimes when working an all- nighter. He sat there, his hairy legs splayed way out, with an erection that had it's single eye looking right up at the ceiling tiles. Alice mounted him, feeling his burgeoning cock head bump her pussy's entrance. She took a hand and gently guided him into her, feeling the familiar thickness of him as it seemed to push upward. As Pinwoody felt the heat of her soft, fleshy moistness engulf his professorial boner, she felt the heat of his professorial hardness. He started a pumping action, giving her the old Ph.D technique. Pump Her Deep, baby, Pump Her Deep. They quickly had a syncopated rhythym going on. She would meet his upward thrusts with an equal downward push. A fly on the wall would swear he was watching two humans, two humans who had done this funny stuff many times before. And the fly didn't need no stinkin' Ph.D to come to that conclusion. Respy could be heard by the tell-tale bed spring sounds being made as she humped her mindless crash-test dummy. Then the action heated up, as action is known to do sometimes. Pinwoody thrust upward. Alice pushed downward. They would kiss. He would explore her back and ass cheeks. She would moan. Pinwoody would grunt. They would kiss some more. Kiss. Thrust. Pump. Ass grab. Kiss.. . Then professor Alice let out a scream so loud they were both glad the room was soundproofed. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Pinwoody, ever the professor, controlled his scream to a simple, "Aarrggh-umph!" They collapsed into each other, their sweat intermingling. As two professorial body fluids also mixed and mingled, Alice said, "Oooh, Pinny, that was a good one, right up there with our third time together. And I never even looked at Respy. Did you?" "Well, I . . . you want the truth . . . " Alice smacked his arm. "Dummy!" * * * * * * "YOU ENJOYING HER WILLIE?" Pinwoody asked. Mainly because Willie had a strange look on his mug. It could have meant he was enjoying it, but then again, it could have equally meant he was embarrassed. Red-faced embarrased and now needed time to think up an excuse, a good one. Guilty like, somehow. Red-faced guilty. As if a woman had just caught him with her big old hand down her five year old girl-kid's bright yellow panties and he was just trying to explain, ma'am, how he had just dropped this dime, see? And you know how dimes are, ma'am, they can get their skinny selves into any old crack or crevice, no pun meant, ma'am. Well, with the economy, such as it is, I was trying to retrieve it. Oh, see? Here it is, right here in my closed fist. I guess I found it. Well, ma'am, I'll just go put it in my pocket here, where I usually keep all my other spare change, hear them tinklin' together? And then I'll just go home and change my shorts, if that's all the same to you, ma'am. No harm, no foul done, eh? That kind of red-faced, embarrassment guilty looking. Alice, in room C, and with the camera grinding away and she making notes into a tape recorder, couldn't take her eyes off Willie's manly appendage. The darn thing was huge, humungous, gigantic, gargantuan, and any other synonym you can get out of a decent thesaurus. Alice surmised it had to be at least a foot long, maybe longer. While this made her eyes pop out, it was the width of this elephant cock that made her eyeball vessels seem to burst. Oh, it started out normal enough, an inch and a quarter wide at the head. But then it increased right down the footlong shaft until, at the base, it had to measure a good three inches in girth, maybe more, if you had a tape measure. Alice had never seen anything like it, not even in the porn flicks she and Pinwoody sometimes watched together. This thing not only looked as if it would fuck hell out of a woman, it looked as if it would pile- drive her to death. And, to Alice's way of thinking at the moment, there wasn't a better way to die. Her quickly moistening pussy told her that much. So, knowing who would be the wiser? Alice put her hand under her skirt and found her old pal, Ms. Moisty Mound. Even though Ms. Mound was hiding her hairy self behind silk panties. While Willie walked around in the other room, seeming to limber up for his big sex match, as it were, and with his huge baseball bat swinging in the air, Alice, her eyes glued on the bat, fingered away and found a heaven only woman know exists. And visited heaven more than once, for sure; sometimes on around trip ticket. And there was Respy. Ready and waiting further instructions. From a voice or an electrical impulse, she didn't care which. She was on the bed on her back, her legs spread wide, her downy-haired pussy quivering. She looked as if all she needed was a man right about now, and any man will do, thank you. The only odd things about her were her hands. They were lying, limply, alongside her body, the left hand's fingers tapping on the sheet. Much as if she was getting impatient. And then along came Willie, with his deli-style salami swinging to and fro. He skipped any preliminary foreplay, such as kissing and cuddling, and went right for the gold. The lightning fast mat pin. In a wink, and before you could even say horse cock, he was on her and in her, pushing as if to see if he could find just where it was she bottomed out. Amazingly, when he had found the bottom, Respy's eyes popped open and widened up real big like, as if she was surprised by this sudden vaginal intrusion. She looked right at Willie and actually snarled at him, "Snrrrr!" Willie now looked surprised, too. As did Pinwoody and Alice. Then the shit hit the fan! Respy threw her arms around Willie's back and squeezed, real hard like. At the same time, her vagina muscles started their own squeezing. All over Willie's shaft length, right down to his big old 3" thick base. She had a good hold on him. And was now tightening up so rapidly, Willie started yelling. "Ooooooowww! P-Professor, she's squeezing me to death! And I can't pull out! Make her stop! Ooooooowww! Ooooooowww!" He was in trouble. Pinwoody knew he had to act quickly. He yelled commands at Respy. Told her stop it, now! No go. He grabbed the backup circuit board. He went over to Respy and tried to cram it into her brain receptacle drawer. It wouldn't go in. Then it got stuck. It now wouldn't come out. In a panic, he ran back to the desk. He tried the remote. No go. He thought: Batteries dead? He opened the remote and ejected the two batteries. He went to the desk drawer where they stored them in. Empty! Not a one. Not even a triple A. Shit, Pinwoody thought, shit, shit, shit! Alice forgot. Again. Than an idea popped into his head. He ran to a closet, lunged his arm into it and pulled out a baseball bat, a Louisville Slugger. With the words, Genuine Mickey Mantle Autographed baseball bat printed along its wooden length. Wasting not a second more, Pinwoody went over to Respy, raised the bat high over his hand and gave her a solid thwack right to the skull. It made a loud and dull thushing sound. Respy's hips were still gyrating. So he hit her again. And even once more. No go, her hips still moved, hurting the hell out of Willie. "Ooooooow! Make her stop! For God's sake, make her stop! Ooooooow!" Then another idea popped itself into Pinwoody's mind. He turned toward Willie, raised the bat again and gave him a good whack right on the top of his young blond head. Some blood spurted out as Willie keeled his upper body over to the left side of Respy. He was out for the count. But he was still in Respy. The only good thing one could see was Respy's arms had fallen back to the bed, freeing her death grip on him. Pinwoody pushed on Willie's hips. He pulled and tugged on Willie's legs. And, finally, thank you lord, Willie, with a pop even Alice heard, was free. Alice had been staring in awed silence the whole time. Her right hand was still at her wide-open, gaping mouth. She looked shell-shocked. Pinwoody brought her back to reality by yelling out, "Alice! Call 911! Now!" Alice made the call, explaining the situation as best she could without going in to too much vivid detail, and went and joined Pinwoody. Pinwoody was trying to take Willie's pulse. To Alice, it looked as if Pinwoody was having trouble finding one. He switched to another arm. Alice said, "Is, is he dead, Pin?" She feared the worst. "I hope not, Ali. Oh, wait, I found his pulse. A good, strong one. I just hope I didn't give him any brain damage. I swear, Alice, I tried to hit him just hard enough to put him out, not kill him. You believe me, don't you?" He was sweating profusely. As a killer might on a hot July evening in August. "Of course I do, of course . . . darling. You had to do it, Pin. What else could you have done? I saw the whole thing. Respy would have caused him permanent penile damage, if I know anything about these things." She put her arms around him and went on. "If anything, honey, you acted brilliantly, just brilliantly. I was in the other room in too much shock to even move, but you, you were right on it. Geez, when I saw you raise the bat over Willie's head, it flashed through my mind just what you intended. Brilliant, baby, just brilliant!" She squeezed him. "I-I was pretty good after all, wasn't I" He felt her head nodding against his. "But poor Respy! I really messed her up good . . . " "Forget Respy, hon, she can be repaired. She's only a ro . . . " There was a hard knock on the door. "Paramedics!" a male voice yelled out. Alice turned and started toward the door to let them in. More loud knocks happened. "Coming!" she yelled at the impatient sounding door. She felt somewhat relieved, but very queasy inside, as if she was about to open the door and let total strangers see a murder scene. A sexy one at that, given there was a naked man and one naked, smashed up robot. The paramedics, a male and a female, came right in, the male leading the charge, with no "Hi, how are ya?" out of them. They were all business, these two. The male took one look at the bed scene and turned to Alice. "What gives here? We weren't told there were two of 'em!" He turned back and started toward the bed. The female looked suspiciously at Pinwoody as she headed to where her partner now stood. He was holding Respy's arm up. "No pulse, Joan, she's a goner. Let's see if we can help the guy." Alice, still holding the door open, said, "There is only one, the female, the one on the bed, is just a doll . . . a ro . . . " Paramedic Joan turned her head slightly back toward Alice. "Well, honey, she's a dead doll now, this lady is." Pinwoody, who had been just standing there looking goofy, chipped his own two cents in. "What Alice means, if you two will but take a moment to listen, is the female isn't a real lady, she a ro . . . " A new voice, a male one, from the doorway, said, "You called us, Ma'am?" Two cops, one male, one female, were now at the door. Alice turned toward them. Pinwoody turned, too. The local gendarmes had arrived. Alice fessed up. "I'm the one who called you, officer. I'm Professor Alice Hames." The two cops were staring at the bed scene, their radios crackling and squawking. The male cop, having spotted the bat lying on the floor in front of the bed, looked directly at Pinwoody. "You do this, fella?" He liked the direct assault as it sometimes worked on a potential perp. "Me? No! I mean yes. I mean no. I mean . . . " Pinwoody looked a tad guilty to the cop, who now said, "Who are you, Mister, what's your name?" He'd seen this type before. More than once, you betcha. He took a step toward Pinwoody. His partner had her hand lightly resting on the 9mm Glock in its holster. She took a small step toward Pinwoody, too. If nothing else, they had Mr. Potential Perp partly surrounded now. Pinwoody looked trapped. "I-I am P-Professor P-Pinwoody, officer, H-Hapland Pinwoody. I'm in charge of this little experiment you see here, and I don't . . . " "Experiment?" the male cop said. "Just what is going on here, sir? Why don't you tell me all about it?" He had a mean look on his face. The mean look was one of his perp specialties. He even practiced it now and then in front of a mirror. Just to see the effect. Well, it sure worked on Pinwoody. He was now Dumbwoody. Totally out of it. "Oh, I see! You two think . . . oh, this is funny . . . really funny.. . it's not what it seems to be, officers. Ha ha! You see, I had to hit her, she was . . . " The male cop said, "You admitting you hit her, sir? You use that bat over there?" Pinwoody looked. The bat was right where he remembered dropping it. On the floor at the foot of the bed. It had blood smeared on it. "Yes, that bat. You see, I had no choice because I was out of double-A batteries. So I had to improvise before Respy, the female on the bed.. . " The male cop said, "Let me get this straight, sir. You can't find no batteries, so you lose it and bash her one, this Respy gal. Why, sir? She forget to order them for you?" A real doozy, this one, thought the cop. "No, no!" Pinwoody said. "Alice orders the batteries. She just forgot this time . . . " Alice piped in, the two cops looking at her: "Sorry, Hon, I guess I had just too much on my plate, what with setting it up so Willie wasn't overly self-conscious about having sex with her and what with having to buy new film and . . . " The male cop said, "Willie? Who's he? He the guy over there?" He pointed a thumb at the bed. Alice and Pinwoody nodded, almost simultaneously. The cop turned his gaze back toward Pinwoody and spoke softly, but in a rapid fire manner. "What happened here, sir? You catch Willie diddling your girlfriend there and, after giving him a taste of the old bat, you put a lick or two on her? That about right? You just felt you had to hit her? Teach her a good lesson?" The cop had said it matter-of-factly. He'd been there, done that before. Many times. Pinwoody was still flustered. "Officers, you've got it all wrong. Yes, I had to hit her, I him, too, as a matter of fact, but not because she was my girlfriend. It's none of your beeswax, officer, but if you need to know, Alice here is my girlfriend." He pointed his thumb at Alice. "The female on the bed is just someone Alice and I recently made. She's a female ro . . . " The male cop said, somewhat angrily, "Listen, Mister, you're the one's got it all wrong, beeswax or no beeswax. Now, why don't I just ask you a few simple questions and you do your part by telling me the truth. OK? Think you can handle that? Me asking, you telling?" He was glaring at Pinwoody the Perp. The Perp nodded meekly, all argument gone out of him. The cop, sensing his now complete control over the situation, went on. "OK, good! Now, you say it wasn't the batteries that set you off and she's not your girlfriend. Fine. So just why did you hit her then? And him, while you're at it?" "Well, it's a long story, officer, but I'll try to be brief." He inhaled deeply. "You see, while Willie there was . . . uh . . . diddling her, if you will, she started hurting him, making him yell something awful. Right, Alice?" He turned toward her, a pitiful look on his puss. "That's right, officer, I heard it all! Willie sounded as if he was gonna die any second! Pinny really had no choice, you see. When she wouldn't listen to Pin's verbal commands and he couldn't find batteries, well what . . . " "Whoa, little lady," the cop said. "You saying you were here, in this very room, listening and watching, while the guy over there . . . uh, diddled her?" "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, my immediate presence here would have made Willie way too self-conscious about having sex in front of me to perform very well, so . . . " The cop said. "It would me!" Alice ignored him and went on. "As I was saying, I was in the other room observing through the one- way mirror. Wasn't I, Pin?" Pinwoody nodded and said, "That's right, I was the only one in this room watching it all. She was in room C filming it and making notes and . . . " "Filming?" the cop asked. "You sell these films you make?" He had directed the question, his new bloodhound trail, at Alice. Along with his hardened gaze. "Well, I, we, uh, that is, in a way I suppose you could say we do. Our backers insist we make and keep accurate records, films and what have you, and as they pay our salaries, I guess, for absolute truth and clarity, yes . . . we do sell them. In a way." Alice thought: That should be clear enough for even this dullard. It wasn't quite that clear to him. The cop said, "How long you two been making these porno flicks?" Alice laughed. "He thinks we're a porn shop, Pinny! Ha ha ha! Isn't that a riot?" She looked defiant. Pinwoody said, not laughing at all, "That is funny, but not a bad idea if you think about it. Why not film Respy in pornographic sexual action, Alice? We could bill her as the world's first female porn star, who is a ro . . . " "Hey, you two," the cop barked. "Stay on track willya? Business later. Now, Professor, suppose you tell me all about the baseball bat. OK?" Pinwoody nodded. "Well, as I said, Respy was hurting him . . . " "How?" the cop asked. Pinwoody looked embarrassed. "Well, you see, officer, she, Respy that is, was . . . uh . . . tightening her vagina around his penis. Well, with a pressure of one pound per square inch in her vaginal canal, she was hurting him real badly, as I'm sure you can imagine. Well, I had to . . . " Alice jumped in. "That's right, officer, Willie was actually screaming. Kept yelling that Respy was ripping his dick right off! She really wasn't, of course, she was only squeezing it, but Willie didn't know that fact. Right, Hon?" These two, thought the cop, are some pair! Cool as ice. And fucking heartless to boot. "Right, sweetheart. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, Willie was screaming up a storm, so I knew I had to act pretty quickly. Before his blood clotted and gangrene set in, which would have caused permanent damage to his member, as I'm sure you know. Well, what was I to do? She wasn't responding to either verbal or remote commands, so I thought it best to put her out of commission. That's when I remembered my old Mickey Mantle bat in the closet. I gave her just one good smack with it, right in the face, because that's where her main function controls are." He paused, taking a breath. "But it didn't work. She just wouldn't stop screwing him and gyrating her hips. So I hit her a few more times." The cop said, "That do the trick?" He grinned at Pinwoody. "Actually, no, officer. While it did stop her arms and legs from moving, her damn hips kept gyrating. And vibrating, too. Damndest thing. Really surprised me, I can tell you. Look? See for yourself. She's still gyrating, the robotic bitch!" He pointed toward the bed. The two cops looked at the same time. Respy was slowly rotating her groin in a definite clockwise direction. The female cop, who had been quiet the whole time, now gasped and said, "Geez, Phil, you ever see an after death thing like that?" Officer Phil shook his head. "Not in twenty years on the job, Jill." He was now scratching away at his left ear. Pinwoody felt he just had to straighten them out. "You two officers are under a big, oh, so big, misconception. Respy's not dead! As I said, she's only out of commission. After all, you can't really kill a female ro . . . " "She's outta commission, all right!" Office Phil said. "Now, professor, why don't you continue your little tale? OK? I'm all ears." Pinwoody gave up. "All right, officer. Well, you see, with Willie in great pain, I figured the only way to solve the problem was to put him out of commission, too. But with just a tap of the bat, and certainly not as hard as the way I hit Respy. I wanted to . . . you know . . . to make his penis go into the flaccid state, to make his . . . uh . .. erection go down . . . " That'd do it!" said Phil the cop. Pinwoody ignored him. "But I didn't want to kill him, so I tried to hit him in the head just hard enough to knock him out. And it worked! He went real flaccid, real quick like . . . " "I'm sure!" said Phil, the cop. Alice chipped in. She didn't like the tone in officer Phil's voice. He was poking fun at her Pinny. "It was brilliant thinking on Pin's part, officer, if you can appreciate it, which I don't believe you're capable of." She glared at officer Phil. "I, myself, given the pressure of the moment, doubt if I would have thought of it. But, to give myself a little credit, the moment I saw Pinny raise the bat over Willie's head, well, I knew right away what he had in mind and how brilliant his idea was. Well done, darling!" She smiled warmly and lovingly at her Pinny. He smiled warmly and lovingly back at her. What the two cops thought had nothing to do whatsoever with warm and loving feelings. "Thank you, darling," Pinwoody said. "I guess I do think quickly on my feet sometimes." He turned back to officer Phil. "As I was saying, officer, hitting him worked and Willie was soon as limp as a baby. Now, it certainly wasn't a piece of cake, as you can surely picture, getting him . . . uh . . . unplugged from her, so to speak, but after a bit of pushing on his hips, and a few tugs on his legs, well, he just popped right out of Respy. You could say that I had, and rightfully so, kept gangrene from creeping into his sore and swollen member. And, knowing Willie, I bet he thanks me for it when he finally comes around." He gave an affectionate looking glance in Willie's direction. Willie was now sitting up on the bed, the two paramedics fussing over him. "See, officer?" Pinwoody said. "He's okay. I didn't hit him any harder than I had to." Pinwoody smiled warmly at the cops. Almost lovingly. Then Pinwoody turned to Alice. "Whether the backers like it or not, Alice, I say we should double what we're paying Willie. He deserves it, don't you think?" "Absolutely, Pin!" Alice said, nodding vigorously. "He was, after all, injured in the line of duty." Pinwoody nodded. Phil the cop said, "You two saying you paid this Willie guy to have sex with this Respy person? While you two were going to do nothing more than just watch? That it?" Alice fielded the questions. "That's right. Willie wouldn't have done it for free, now would he? He knew full well it was the first time for her, you know, having sex, and, as such, it was experimental and there could be unforeseen problems, like . . . " Phil the cop said, "Like getting his thing half squozed off?" "Correct! And who knows what other quirky problems there might have been. We're lucky her legs didn't try to squeeze him to death. My god, Pinny, just think if that had occurred, the backers . . . Brrr!" She shuddered at the idea. The female cop, Joan, went over to the bed and looked down at Respy's smashed face. "You did a helluva job on her, Mr. Pinwoody, but what are all those wires and things coming out of her face?" She turned back toward Pinwoody. "Oh, those! Unimportant now, really. That's just part of the backup circuit board I tried to jam into her uncooperative brain. But it wouldn't go in. I guess the short, if that's what it was, must have fried things together and caused a blockage. Damn thing got stuck and wouldn't go in or out, so I had to leave it in there." He turned to Alice. "There's a hundred bucks down the old draineroo, eh, Ali?" Alice nodded and said, "Now, now, dear, don't you go blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault she froze on Willie. The backers will understand.. . " The cops sure didn't. Officer Phil said, "Listen, you two. If you don't mind cooperating with us, we'd like to see that film you made of it all. If you have no objections, that is." He glared at Pinwoody and then at Alice. Pinwoody said, "Be my guest, officer. We want to cooperate. Fully." Alice said, remembering something, "Pin, honey, are you sure it's such a good idea? The beginning of the video does have me and . . . " "Alice," Pinwoody said. "We don't want these two nice officers here to think we've anything to hide, now do we? Well, do we?" Alice shook her head. Meekly. Pinwoody said, "Good! Officers, we can watch it in room D. Now, if you will follow me this way, please . . . " * * * * * * ROLL 'EM IN ROOM D! And they did. In front of an audience of four. Alice watched. With reddening cheeks, as there she was, big as life, moving her sweet ass cheeks up and down while doing the hanky-panky with her Pinny Winny. To her further chagrin, she realized she had forgotten to change the angle of the camera. There were no shots of Respy doing the hanky-panky with the crash-test dummy. Pinwoody watched. With a very proud grin on his mug. He didn't know it, couldn't know it at the time, but it's true the camera adds ten pounds to a person. Judging from his grin, you'd swear the whole ten pounds went straight to his lady pleaser. Officer Phil watched. Did he ever! With eyes that seemed utterly glued to the up and down moving ass of the beautiful professor Hames. If you had popped your head into room D at the moment, you would have saw his head going up and down as it kept time with her motions. Up. Down. Up. Down. And, if the lighting hadn't been so dim, you would have sworn you saw him salivating. Officer Joan watched. But she couldn't seem to get into the spirit of the lewd moment. Why, when officer Phil shot her a cute little glance, she had the mood-killing audacity to say to him, "In your dreams, you perv!" They all watched. Watched, as Respy took on the graduate student, Willie, in the bed arena. Willie was doing real well, even seemed to have the upper hand one time, at least until Respy fouled him by squeezing him below the belt. A definite no-no in any arena. They all watched. Watched, as old Pinwoody showed just how well he had learned, years ago, to swing a genuine Mickey Mantle autographed baseball bat. Even if the baseball had been replaced by a human head. And during this alarming sequence, the audience Pinwoody looked proud. The audience Alice looked happy. The audience officer Phil looked angry. And, don't forget her, officer Joan looked sick. She even whispered, loud enough for all the other audience members to hear, "That poor woman!" Alice showed no sensitivity whatsoever when she told officer Joan, in an equally whispered tone, to hush it up now. Ms. Moisty Mound, it seems, didn't want to miss a trick on the TV screen. Well, the film ended right after Pinwoody had given Willie his little love tap. On the screen, Pinwoody could be heard saying to Alice, "Call 911!" Fini. Then Alice made two sure enemies in room D when she stood up and clapped. And yelled, "Bravo! Way to go Pinny! Bravo!" It was too much for officer Phil, not to mention officer Joan. Officer Phil went quickly over to the wall switch, cut on the lights and went quickly over to where Pinwoody was still sitting. "You're under arrest, professor Pinwoody, for the murder of the woman named Respy." Pinwoody looked stunned. His mouth hung open. The cop took out the cuffs. And, as he placed them on Pinwoody, he said, "You have the right to remain silent . . . " Pinwoody said, "But, officer, she's just a female ro . . . " "Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law . . . " Alice said, "For Christ's sake, she a ro . . . " "You have the right to have an attorney present now and during any future questioning . . . " Pinwoody said, "But she's a ro . . . " "If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you free of charge if you wish. Do you understand these rights?" Pinwoody nodded. Alice nodded, too, but she didn't know why. But it was good she had, for the in the next moment . . . Officer Joan said, "You too, miss. Hands behind the back. You're being taken in as an accessory during the fact." Her cuffs, the old bracelets, were dangling from her left hand. Alice said, in protest, "You fucking idiots! She was a robot, for Pete's sake!" Pinwoody said, "She's right you know, Respy was a ro . . . " "You professors are something else," said officer Phil, scowling at them. "Kill a poor woman just because her performance was a little stiff. You two ever consider her feelings? How maybe she tenses up having an audience gawking at her while she's making whoopee?" He turned to officer Joan. "Nah, not these two, Joanie, they can't see shit from way up there in their ivory towers." Officer Joan nodded vigorously and said, "You got that right, Phillie!" As the two officers led the two suspected perps out of room D and back into room C, they could all see that the crime scene crew had arrived. One of them, a female, was bending over Respy's lifeless body. Anyone with even one good eye could see Respy's gyrating had finally ceased. The female CSI said, "Holy cripes, this ain't a lady, it's a ro..." "C'mon you two," Barked officer Phil, yanking on Pinwoody's arm. "Time's a wasting . . . " The End.

FOREWORD: The following "dirty parts" are from my full-length novel, "When Groinkians Attack!" A Detective Clu Sniffer Sci-Fi Mystery. You can download this free eBook by going to: <http://www.WhenGroinkiansAttack.com> It's written under my Sci- Fi pseudonym, Arthur Kilcup. Don't look for any space battles in this character-driven story because there are none. It's a story about a pig-faced race of aliens who first send two of their best soldiers to Earth as infiltrators. The first one arrives "transformutated" into an Asian pot-bellied pig. The second one later arrives as a huge mother of a hog with an ass the size of Kansas. Their assignment is simplicity itself: Capture a human and turn it over to their gourmet chefs who will prepare a grand feast for Major Grok. If the Major gives thumbs up (and, why wouldn't he?) a full-scale invasion will take place and they'll have all the slaves and human foodstuffs they'll ever need. What could possibly go wrong? After all, the plan is easily executable, isn't it? Well, for one thing, kidnapping the world's only Peeping Tom who wears a realistic pig mask as a disguise just might screw things up a tad. He may be dumber than a hammer, but he has street smarts from watching all those MacGyver reruns. For another thing, the aliens didn't figure on Detective Clu Sniffer and Ms. Pooty Prissyfoot hooking up with a most unlikely, albeit sinister, ally. This is a fun read, chock-full of hilarious situations. Sure, we know they save Earth in the end, la-di-da, but getting there is all the fun. And, well worth the trip. Right, Pooty? "Poppycock!" Now to the fun parts. SHORT EXPLANATION: In the story, Bertram Burlappe Balliwick, a lecherous Peeping Tom, who wears a realistic pig mask as a disguise, has amnesia from being kicked in the head by one of the aliens. Not knowing where he lives, he heads for the only address he can remember, the home of an elderly woman he had peeped at through her bathroom window as she took a shower. From the chapter: "Why a bathroom is called the head!" RS. HENRIETTA HIGGAMBOTHAM-SMYTHINGTON was in her garden, the love of her life, doing the chores she felt necessary to grow prize winning flowers, such as Azaleas, not to mention Rhododendrons. She had finished her winter mulch chore, three-inches-high of mulch around each tree, two-inches-high over the garden beds. For the trees she used the big chunk-chip mulch, but for her precious, prize-winning garden beds only the smaller, fine-chip mulch would do. She preferred chip mulch to the more common shredded mulch. Shredded mulch, she believed, and she would know, smothered plants, made watering less effective, and even though it cost less than the chips kind, gave a haven to the bad bugs and other insects that were a gardener's bane. And, to her at least, it smelled funny as it rotted out. Ms. aitch hyphen ess knew gardening, you betcha. She was on her knees, a bulb planter tool in her right hand. She'd punch a hole in the soil, drop some bulb fertilizer into it, and plop in a bulb, pointy side up, you betcha. Then she'd cover it back up with soil. It was hard work and she perspired, for sure, but it was a work of love to her that went back many, many decades. Whoever says gardening is relaxing has never tried to plant six hundred bulbs, one hundred each of Tulips, Crocuses, Anemones (Blanda type), Lilies of the Valley, Fritillarias, and Chionodoxas (Glory-of-the-Snow), each specie fussy about its planting depth. Relaxing? You betcha! If having your hands covered in calluses while sweat pours down your back is your idea of relaxation. And strangely enough, or maybe not, if anyone now saw our sweet, dear Ms. Henrietta Higgambotham-Smythington, all callused up and sweaty, on her knees punching one hole after another, smiling like an idiot, constantly wiped her brow, humming an unknown melody, with a happier-than-a-pig-in-shit look on her face, they might guess her ideas on the matter of what constitutes relaxation and what doesn't. And, also strangely enough, she was being watched by someone. Because her widebrimmed straw hat blocked out the sun, and most of her view, she saw only the person's lower trouser legs and shoes. Now, normally, our beloved Henrietta was a trust-all-souls type of gardener, but the pervert-in-the-bathroom-window episode had unnerved her and she was, one could say, just a wee bit antsy. The trousers and shoes, being covered in only-God-knows-what, made her gasp as she looked up. She said fearfully, "Wh . . . What do you want?" The man, if he was a man under all that only-God-knows-what, just stood there and blinked at her, a where am I? look on his messy face that only lost souls can muster up. On his chest, untouched as it were by the any of the slop that covered him, were two white letters: M E. The rest of the printing, SE P R FI, was unseen by Henrietta due to the muck, which was indeed lucky for Balliwick because she had yet to forget the Peeping Tom's Marine- like tee shirt. Taking in the full spectrum of him, our sweet, bulb-planting gardener, for reasons probably known only to a Mother Teresa or perhaps anyone with a maternal instinct, felt no fear of the stranger. He looked so pitiful. Like something the cat dragged in and forgot to kill. He blinked some more. Then in a croaky voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used much lately, he said, "Do I live here, Ma'am?" "No!" she said harshly. "This is my house! I live here." She stood up and found she was a bit taller than this dishevelled creature. "What on earth happened to you, young man! What's your name?" She said this so unfearfully and so forcefully, the man snapped to attention. He answered the second question first, "I'm Bertram Burlappe Balliwick, Ma'am." He saluted her with a drill sergeant's dream salute. "And Ma'am," he held the salute firmly and unshakingly,"I can't remember what happened to me!" He finished the salute with a drill sergeant's snap. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." was all she said. Sometimes in real life, a lot of conversation is unnecessary and trust-all-souls type of people know their duty, know what must be done, when confronted with forlorn creatures covered in only-God- knows-what. This whole exchange, as brief as it was, had the effect of bringing out Ms. Henrietta Higgambotham-Smythington's best Mother Teresa style of maternal instinct. She took him by the arm, turned him around and steered him toward the house, her house, the only house in the world with a bathroom window, and a blue bathroom, that he remembered as being home. "You're going to get a right proper bath, young man," she said emphatically. "And a right proper clothes washing. Then after a right proper meal, we'll get to the bottom of this, mark my words!" He blinked again and said, right properly, "Yes'm." She marched him, right properly, into the house and right into the bathroom. She stoppered the tub, turned on the water and looked him squarely in the eyes. "Give me your clothes and I'll put them in the washer!" She just stood there. Bertam Burlappe Balliwick didn't even hesitate. "Yes'm!" was all he said as he stripped down right there in front of her, shyness never a part of the equation. Naked now, he handed her his clothes, which didn't add up to much: A tee shirt, trousers, shorts (briefs type), and socks. As he undressed, he missed the looking-at-it-way-too-long glance she had given to his very large, very thick--even though flaccid-- male appendage. All he did was blink a few times, like a deer caught in headlights. Naughty, naughty, Henrietta! Twinge! Twinge! She ordered him to get into the tub, this naked young man with the bigger-than-most-men's wee wee. She ordered him to soap up and stay put until she could get back to give him a proper wash up, mark her words. She ordered. He obeyed. Master and slave. Does it get any sweeter? Not for a sixty-six year old widow lady who hasn't had it in decades, you betcha! Now, if the Guinness Book of World Records cared to time it, they'd have a new speed winner in the Get-The-Wash-Started-And- Get-Back-To-The-Naked-Man-With-The-Huge-Penis-In-My-Tub classification. To say she was horny doesn't cover it. She was smokin'! Just the sight of that oh-so-unreal large, male member had aroused in our dear, sweet Henrietta the primordial lust of the ages. It was as if God had answered a spinster's prayers and had dropped a large- pricked plum right into her lap. And lordy, lordy, was she ever hungry! And she just loved plums. Especially the large-endowed ones served on top of nuts. You betcha! She returned to the bathroom, in record time for sure, and saw that he hadn't gotten too far with the soaping up. Goody-goody! The tub's water was now gore-colored and it looked as if he was sitting in a tub of blood. Which, you could say, he was. "Now Bertram," she said, "You just sit there while I change this water and get you fresh. OK?" He nodded as the water started to drain out. His penis area, Goody-goody! soon became visible to her old widow's eyes. My, my! was all she thought, as new, fresh water started to refill the tub. My, my! My, my! She took the soap in hand and scrubbed him all over, right properly, she did, including a scrubbing-it-way-too-long action around the plum with nuts area, which, if truth be told, had the usual and expected effect on one Bertram Burlappe Balliwick. It grew and it grew! Then grew some more! My, my! In full anger, it reached well over ten inches. Ten and a quarter inches, if accuracy is your goal. Collectors of pornographic films would easily be reminded of Jeff Stryker, at his peak. My, my! Its girth was as thick around as a woman's wrist. The bulbous head, with a wide, flared ridge was--you guessed it!--plum shaped. My, my! The member stood straight up, pointed at the ceiling and was half exposed above the now clean, clear water. It looked very similar to those photos that show the Loch Ness monster. My, my! For sure, our heroine had never seen anything like this in her entire life, not that she had much experience for comparison. Her now dead husband, on his best day, and at full mast, had half the length of the magnificent piece of manhood she now beheld--or more like, ogled. And her husband's Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am-Gotta Snore-Now attitude sure didn't add to her sexual fantasies. Nor did his Only-Need-It-Once-A-Month posture. If she had known, as a young woman, that men with things like this existed, she sure as Hell, Heavens-to-Betsy, would have thought differently about accepting the marrriage proposal of one Wellington Frobisher Higgambotham- Smythington, Esq. Girlishly now, and with soapy fingers, she reached down and proceeded to wash the plum-like head. Twinge! Twinge! The thought of using a wash cloth for this task never occurred to her. Fingers do a much better job anyway, dontcha know?Twinge! Twinge! Balliwick moaned. He had a dream-like look on his face. His eyes merely blinked. He was now totally enraptured by his first--was it? Can't remember! Don't care, either!--male-female encounter. That the female was almost three times his age, old enough to be his grandmother, and not what anyone, drunk or sober, would call a beauty, didn't matter to him, either. For now, anyway, his Nessie monster was in control. So here was our hero, clean as a whistle and hung like a horse, ready to be towelled off. She ordered him to step out of the tub. He did, and stood before her, buck naked, all wet and glisteny. His beady little male eyes brimmed with male lust and his ten and one quarter inch woody, big around as a woman's wrist, pointed in her direction. In a bathroom that, sure as shit, seemed very familiar to him. She ordered him to towel off his top part. She'd see to his bottom part, she told him as she handed him a big, fluffy, terry- like towel. He dried his top. She dried his legs. His stomach. His cute bubble-like ass. Twinge! Twinge! My, My! Then gently, so gently, she dried his scrotum as his large member swayed mere inches from her face over the top of the towel. Then, for reasons probably only known to a Monica-of-the-oval-office type female, she kissed the tip of his penis. Smooch! Balliwick moaned, so she did it again. Smooch! And one more, to grow on, and for good luck. Smooch! Balliwick became a moan-fool, he did, with each gently planted kiss. Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! If old Welly, she thought, could only see me now! He'd do a double spin in his grave, that's for sure! This thought so invigorated her, that she decided, right there, right in her very own bathroom, all decorated in blues, her favorite color, to do to Bertram Burlappe Balliwick something only very, very--very bad girls did with men. She took his engorge penis into her hot--oh so hot--sixty-six year old widow's mouth! How's them apples, Mister Wellington Higgambotham-Smythington, Esq.? she thought as she went farther along the shaft. Her mouth crossed the bumpy ridge--what some folks kiddingly refer to as a speedbump for the lips--and slowly continued downward. Balliwick let out his loudest moan yet. This so emboldened her that she started going up and down feverishly. Her tongue swirled around. She clamped her lips here and there and changed the pace, slow, then fast, then slow, then fast. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked to beat the band. Her saliva ran down her chin. Her heart beat faster and lustfully, lost in the task at hand--her first ever blowjob. His too, but he didn't know it. The little shit didn't care, either, if truth be told. Anyone for a cold shower at this point in our little tale? If not, proceed at your own risk! And those who consider this section too vulgar may skip to the next story section. Or burn this book right now. Take your pick. Balliwick reached down and put both hands into her white, granny- like hair. He held her fast this way while he methodically sawed in and out of her mouth. He moaned a good one and picked up the pace. One inward plunge hit the back of her throat and animated the gag reflex. She let out a gurgle and almost upchucked, right there on her blue bathroom rug. He sensed this, and being the gentleman he was at this particular moment, made his plunges shallower. A whole lot shallower. She read this as some form of rejection, which it certainly was not. Thus our sweet Henrietta decided to take the--uh--plunge, so to speak. After all, she thought, how difficult could it be? So, slowly, very slowly, she pushed her mouth farther down the shaft and took quarter inch by quarter inch. When the plump plum head nuzzled her gag reflex again, she chose to simply ignore the urge to regurgitate. Mind over matter, she thought to herself, that's all it is. Five inches! Then six! Then Seven! God, she thought, does this darn thing have an end? It was right about here, at six or seven inches, that a buried thought entered her mind: Thank goodness he's not Rasputin the Monk! Long ago, when old Welly was still capable of bitchin' about the weather, she had read in one of those fact books on people, places, and things, that Rasputin was said, or rumored, to have thirteen manly longer-than-should-exist inches. Even the czarina of all the Russias, Alexandra, was said to have sampled the lengthy pole. Just how many times is unknown, but her undertaker could not remove the smile from her face. So it's rumored. Well, Henrietta had trouble picturing a thirteen inch schlong in her mind, so she promptly went to her sewing room and got out her wooden yardstick. As she held it out in front of her, with fingers at both ends of thirteen inches, she let out a gasp. My God, she thought, that damn thing would go in one of my ends and come straight out the other! That thought gave her a few girlish twinges, no doubt, fantasies being what they are and all. But let us not leave Balliwick . . . uh . . . hanging. OK? With her now nearing the eight inch mark, this buried thought insinuated itself a tad more. She thought: This one still might come out my other end! She felt an involuntary shudder in her anus area. Eight inches swallowed! Then Nine! Tears were in her eyes as she fought off the gag reflexes natural inclinations to dislodge the massive invader. And Balliwick wasn't just moaning now. He was A-MOANIN'! if you get the drift, and his legs shook like a rubber goose's. They had started this involuntary wobble when she had reached inch five on the penis-shaft scale, in case you're interested and must know everything. When her lips pressed against his curly pubic hairs, at exactly ten and one quarter inches--remember?--he let out a "Sooey!" that would have called any hog, even a stone deaf one, down to dinner! It felt so good he did it again. "Sooey!" So there they were, this mismatched pair, doing what is being done in millions of bedrooms every night of the week. Yeah, you wish. He moaned and "Sooeyed" as she worked at what her late husband considered sick, depraved, unnatural--icky-poo!-- and a sin in the eyes of God. You watching this, old Welly? she thought, You seeing your old Henny in a new light? With this thought in mind, she moved her mouth back up to the speedbump and without so much as a bye-your-leave, took the plunge again, going right down, as some say, to the fur, in less time than it takes to say Welly. Balliwick yelled, "Sooey! Sooey!" Spin, spin, spin, old Welly. When his climax came, it came with a deluge. Balliwick held her head fast and withdrew his penis to where only the plum-like head remained in her mouth. He then let out another "Sooey" that was probably heard in all neighboring counties, and he unloaded. His first spurt hit the back of her throat with enough force to remind her she still had a gag reflex. Many spurts soon followed and flooded her mouth with sperm as thick and lumpy as yogurt--no fruit on the bottom though. She swallowed audibly, and more spurts refilled her. She swallowed again. And, as she felt the throbs that took place under the thumb she held at the base of his penis, she knew more was on its way. And more was. Jiminy Cricket, she thought, it's like being force-fed from a damn fire hose! She swallowed again--Refill please! Thank you!-- then she swallowed for the fourth and last time. Her Bertie, it seemed, was now fully drained. Finally, thank you. Spin, spin, spin! He withdrew his penis from her mouth and, to her utter amazement, and very unlike old Welly, he was still hard, erect, woodified, call it what you will. The damn thing still looked ready for more action. My, my! "Ma'am," said Balliwick, a moon-eyed look on his puss. "That was unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! So unbelievable! Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ma'am! Unbelievable!" He looked dreamy-eyed at her, having left no unbelievables or thank you's for anyone else's future use. Still on her knees, with her hand at the base of his unWelly-like pole, she looked up at him. "You may not believe this, young man," she said. "But that was my first time ever doing that." she paused and ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips. "And my first time ever tasting sperm, mark my words! Very strange taste it has, it does." She licked her lips again. "Sorta reminds me of salty onions!" she said. Then they looked directly into each other's eyes and laughed. That sweet, gentle kind of laugh, the kind shared by lovers everywhere. Spin! Spin! Spin! And Henrietta now added salty onions to the very short list of her favorite things. Right up there with large-pricked plums and hairy nuts. "Now," she said. "How's about I rustle you up something real good to eat?" She stood up and gave his--amazingly, my, my!--still hard penis a playful squeeze. He moaned. "And my sweet Bertie, I want you to show me later just how well you can use this precious thing of yours . . . in the normal way," She bent over and planted a smooch right smack dab on his indented little, inny-like pee hole. "OK?" "Your wish," he said, "is my command!" He gave her one of those drill sergeant's dream salutes, the kind with a right smart snap on its tail end . . . SHORT EXPLANATION: Detective Clu Sniffer, our hero, is enchanted with the sweet-as-punch school teacher, Ms. Pooty Prissyfoot, a witness to a kidnapping. As he interviews her for details, he is unaware of what took place on her honeymoon night when she married the owner of the local donut shop, Mr. Earl Doody. From the chapter: "Just how checkered is your past?" ROM THE GIT-GO, Earl senior had enchanted her. Though exactly twice her age, he cut a dashing, man-about-town, man-of-the-world figure. Money didn't matter to Pooty but Earl had tons of the green stuff. And he lived all by himself, if you subtract the butler and maid, in a big house on a hill. His ex-wife, Cluce, had her own house, fully paid by him, on a smaller hill. She lived with little Earl, Jr. who bounced back and forth between the two hills. Pooty and old Earl had a head spinning, whirl-win courtship, which culminated three months later when Earl proposed as he stuck a glazed donut on her ring finger and asked for her hand. Why she said yes, she couldn't now tell you. Perhaps it was his resemblance to her father. Or how much of a gentleman he was. Why, he hadn't even so much as tried to cop a feel here and there from the virginal kindergarten teacher. Whatever. Maybe her prince hadn't come along but he was an Earl. And she was enchanted with him. They married that very afternoon in the offices of the Justice of the Peace. Old Earl even had the ring ready, as if he knew she'd say yes. In spite of the long, long kiss the JP said they were now entitled to, it went downhill from here. But not right away. Earl promptly took her back to his mansion. His man, Digby, would see to her clothes and such, later. This was their Honeymoon, dontcha know? He gave the maid and the butler the night off. After a quick celebratory small drink of cognac to toast the nuptials and four or five hearty swigs by Earl straight from an Old Grand Dad 114 proof Bourbon bottle, he fairly rushed her into the master bedroom. He seemed like a thirsty man who had discovered water was now at hand and he was to have his fill. It scared her somewhat but she also felt wifely. Now if she could only chase away how she felt like the lamb led to slaughter. In the bedroom, Thirsty man became Lecherman. He stood her at the front of the bed and said, with both hands on her shoulders, "Now, Missus Doody, I'm gonna show you what you've been missin' all your life!" He eyed her body up and down, licked his lips, and looked demented and lascivious at the same time. It frightened her somewhat. But she still felt wifely. "Now Darlin,' I'm gonna peel these here clothes offa you and see if I can't get your sweet honey-motor started." She stood there unable to speak. He took her clothing off, piece by piece, and very slowly, as if he was unwrapping a present and wanted to delay the surprise for his better overall pleasure. She trembled. His hands trembled while he worked. Then he kissed her with each new article he took off and tossed carelessly to the floor. He kisses were sloppy wet, hot, tongue-probing, and delivered nervously. Spittle ran down his chin. He smelled of booze. It mixed with the smell of his heated muskiness. For some strange reason, she didn't protest, argue or get angry. Perhaps she thought this was only a man's way to get through the Honeymoon jitters. Whatever the reason, she just stood there. And tried, unbelievably, to respond mentally positive to what was taking place. When she was finally nude, he stepped back for a better overall look-see. She stood there before him, nipples rigid from the cool air. Her eyes looked slightly downward. Her hands were placed primly in front of her groin area. Waiting. For whatever he decided to do next. And as weird as she felt, as she stood naked before him, she also felt stirrings within her. As lecherous as he looked, she also felt greatly desired by him. He was her husband now. She his wife. For better or for worse, isn't that what the JP had said? Absolutely. No argument about it. And she knew, and she thought, that in mere moments from now, she would be getting fucked. Wifely fucked. Her first fuck. And the thought of being fucked by the man, now her husband who drooled and salivated just by looking at her, somehow hit her twinkle buttons. Her honey-motor. She now wanted him to fuck her. To take her and ravish her, just like in the gothic novels. In any manner and fashion he chose. She was now a wifely slave to her new drooling, twice-her-age master, who reminded her of Daddy. "Honey, you have," he said, "the most loveliest titties I ever laid my eyes on!" He reached out with his hands and tweaked both of her nipples at once. This sent a shiver through her body. "They make my ex, Cluce, look like a cow by comparison!" He pinched the nipples again then squeezed both of her breasts, his hands a-tremble noticeably. Then he pushed the pair of ample bosoms together. He kissed and sucked on each nipple in turn. Then he buried his head into her cleavage and kissed and licked. "Mmm, mmm, lushus." he said. She felt more stirrings take center stage inside her. Goose pimples broke out all over her body. She felt warm, overheated. He covered her breasts and stomach with wet, sloppy, lip-tongue kisses, while his hands explored her all over. Her legs. Her back. Her buttocks. Her chest and belly were wet from this action and she could sense a wetness start to form in her vagina. She moaned, and this encouraged him. He kissed her hotly as both hands massaged and kneaded her buttocks. He moaned throughout the kiss. He brought a hand around to her front and rubbed her vaginal area. Then she shuddered violently when he, on his knees now, ran his tongue down her stomach and plunged it straightaway into the top of her vagina. And proceeded to lick up and down and around. The shock of it, the newness of it, for no man had ever done that, sent ripples of something unnamable and indescribable through her. Her knees almost buckled out from under her as a small orgasm overtook her. She moaned, louder now. He stood up and ordered her to lie on the bed. She obeyed. When she was thus placed, on her back, her legs held coyly together, she felt surreal. It was all happening to her but somehow it wasn't. She watched him as he undressed. He fairly tore his clothes off as he watched her and eyed her body up and down. He looked insane. Spittle flew off his chin. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his shoulders, and his hairless chest. She felt herself blush when his erection was revealed. It swayed with his movements. Its size both startled and frightened her. It was long, and extremely fat, with a huge purplish-pink head. But it was odder looking, too. It was bent, acutely, to the side, his left side. The bend was so severe it almost made a half-circle. It frightened her. And amazed her. He wiggled it in her direction and smiled at her. In her younger years, she had never seen anything like it. And, amazingly perhaps, she had seen many. In high school, she had given eight boys handjobs, when the hormones that led to petting seemed ready to go out of control and threatened to lead to more. She was saving the 'more' for marriage. The boys didn't complain. They had today. In truth, she greatly enjoyed being the cocktease, it pleased her, but she knew it could be a dangerous game to play. So, to this end, and in pretense to spare the boys from getting what they called, blue balls, she offered her hand in masturbation. It never went beyond that, and sometimes letting them kiss and fondle her firm, young girlish breasts. After the first time, when the boy had spurted all over her brand new jeans, she started carrying extra Kleenex for the after clean up. She would make the boy, with the threat of not doing it, promise to tell her when his moment had arrived. She would then wrap the head of his spurting joint in the Kleenex, wad it up, and put it in her pocket or purse for later disposal. She didn't want to litter. Now and then, and she felt weird doing this, she would open up the wadded tissue and inspect its contents. Out of curiosity--and who knows? --to see if the color was white, as it should be, or had she run into a strange boy who spasmed green? Or blue. Or purple? All eight of the boys shot white, as is to be expected, and returned for many rematches. The moment a boy had her alone somewhere, zip, out would come his favorite plaything. It all happened so frequently, and so mechanically, she felt as if she was a demented nurse who had developed an unusual method for collecting sperm samples. At one time, she had no less than six such samples in her pocket and purse combined. All carefully preserved in Kleenex, for which purpose, as you savvy readers already know, Kleenex was invented in the first place. And she had marveled at the differences in the boy's penises. A large one, a skinny one, a fat one, a short one, a short, fat one, one curved up, one curved down, a little head, big head, medium head. It amazed her no end. It seemed as if God hated sameness in penises. Four of the boys had tried to get her to perform oral on them, two by pushing her head in the general direction, but she was having none of that icky stuff. Poppycock! Take what I offer or get nothing. None of them pushed the matter any farther. When she went off to college, in another town, and shared a dorm room with a roommate, she went wild in her tease-'em-then-please- 'em game. Dozens and dozens. And dozens more. She quickly grew a reputation and any guy who was tired of using his own five-fingered Mary, knew just where to go and just who to see: The big-titted virgin who was saving up her anything "more" for her prince charming. "You can't fuck 'er, Harry, but get 'er to put Vaseline on it and you might not know the difference." Her roomie, Wendy Turkle, informed Pooty one day that they were starting to refer to Poot's actions as "Getting Kleenexed," and comments such as "See Poot, she'll Kleenex out your pipes for you!" were becoming commonplace. Pooty didn't care. Who knew her in this town, anyway? And they don't ask for ID when buying Kleenex. At least not yet. Besides, who was the roommate to talk! She was well known as Windjob Turkle, for her oral skills, which, she eagerly told Pooty, were getting better with every guy. "You should try it, Poot. It's really rad!" Someday, Poot told her, when the Prince came a-knocking. With his "more" hangin' out, one can only guess. At times, the girl-talk they shared would give Doctor Ruth a heart attack. But they had fun with the whole thing. Ms. Windjob would tell Ms. Kleenex what sperm tasted like to her, salty with a long-staying aftertaste and give her all the juicy, you- shoulda-seen-me-in-action details of the event, including, usually, whether the guy smelled musky, sweaty or like shit in a diaper. Ms. Kleenex would match her in the details arena, like the time the guy spurted, with Pooty being too slow on the Kleenex, and it hit the ceiling! Right there in a dark booth in the back of Howard Johnsons. Sometimes Pooty would unfold the Kleenex tissue for a joint- committee inspection, analysis, and college-like discussion. Ah, those were the days! The salad days of yore. The halcyon days. When college really meant something to a kid. Some of Windjobs stories were so unbelievable, so preposterous, that Pooty felt compelled to tell her as much. "Wendy, you're full of poppycock! Just full of it." Don't worry, Poot. We haven't forgotten you're lying naked as a jay on a bed in a mansion, watching the last of your husband's attire hit the floor and . . . From the chapter: "What is this thing called, Love?" As Pooty looked at Earl's huge swaying cock, she knew she had never, in all her travels, seen anything even close to it. It scared and fascinated her. It looked nearly a foot long. Maybe more. Its severe bend reminded her of a coiled cobra ready to strike. If it hissed right now and lashed out and bit her on one of her big toes, it wouldn't have surprised her a bit. Earl, with his black half-socks still on, walked over to the side of the bed and stood there. His crooked, humongous lady-thriller snake wobbled and swayed from side to side as if it sought out the best place to strike. He took it in his right hand and shook the huge, bent salami up and down at her. "Ain't it a beaut, Darlin,' he said. "Cluce couldn't get enough of this little fella, dontcha know? He waved it around in a circle and, as he did, a pre-cum blob flew off the tip and landed on her left nipple. It both startled and titillated her. "Like it?" he asked. Not knowing what else to say or do, she nodded, her eyes a-bug. "Soon now, Honeybunch . . . you're gonna love it!" Just before he got onto the bed to place his body alongside hers, he gave a wink to the wall space that was behind and above her head. Earl's favorite picture of our Lord, the one with the eyes that follow you all around the room, now looked directly at him. It also watched him as he placed his left knee on the bed but it did not hear, one must assume, the bed groan from the now added extra weight. He kissed her lips, sloppily and wetly. He smothered her body in slick tongue kisses, all the way down to her toes. He groped and he felt her. He trembled. He sweated. He wiggled around on top of her and beside her, as he groped, kissed and devoured her. His left knee went between her thighs and opened them slightly. He pressed his knee into her vagina. He moaned and she moaned. A kiss. A grope. A feel. A squeeze. As he tried to get her honey- motor started. As he worked on her body, her arms merely rested, in turn, on his back, his shoulders, his sides. Then he plunged a middle finger into her vagina. He wiggled it and probed. Farther in now. A push upwards. Then it was joined by a neighbor. The two now probed and pushed in a frenzy to find the elusive starter gizmo. She moaned louder now. Her arms now found more of him. Her hands squeezed, pressed and explored. Her fingers wandered and stumbled on Cluce's favorite thing. She could hardly get her small hand around it. It throbbed and pulsated as she explored its circular length. He moaned. They writhed, entangled, and kissed and groped some more. His fingering of her increased and her passions rose. They both sweated, slippery together. Her hand went farther and found his balls. Hairy. Combined, they were as large around as an orange. She squeezed and massaged the orange sack tenderly and felt the two large egg-sized lumps just beneath the surface. She massaged his scrotum knowingly as if she had done it dozens and dozens of times before. He moaned. She moaned. The bed shook. Sweat flowed. Heat rose. "Oh, baby," he breathed hotly in her ear, "You are one hot Momma! . . . And your Daddy's gonna fuck you silly." She shuddered. Her mind was jumbled. She was ready. Ready to be fucked silly. By a man twice her age who reminded her of her father. He knew she was ready, too. The moment for man and wife coupling had arrived. The foreplay was over. Earl's fun part was here. He parted her legs with his lower body and got between the two alabaster-hued gams. He reached down with his left hand, took his penis' large plum-like head and started rubbing it up and down furiously on her moistened slit. She moaned and marveled at the strangeness of it all. And at his size. As a drop of spittle fell from his chin and alit on her shoulder, he whispered, "Won't be long now, Shugga!" He pushed his member into her to the depth of its head. She felt her vagina spread out wide by the intrusion. He gave her more, slowly, teasingly, a small half an inch at a time. Then he was in four or five inches. Fear arose in her. Fear of what was to come. Earl knew his new bride was a virgin. And he had only one philosophy on that matter. As a young man, he had broken in many a fine filly and knew just how to go about it. None of this, "Sorry. Am I hurting you, Honey?" stuff for him. No sirree. Just plunge the old yoitza right in all the way, quick as a rabbit, break the maidenhead and get the stupid shit done and over with-- so a man can get to the good stuff. Thus without any warning to her, he plunged the entire eleven and seven-eighths length in. (For you sticklers of accuracy, and you purists, it should be noted that the method used for the measurement was taken from the prestigious, and very well respected, New Oxford College Penile Measurement Guide, volume six, edition two.) His pubic hairs now bumped and shook hands with hers. "Ohoooooooooooow! Oh! Owwww! Ohoow!" she shrieked, her eyes shut tightly and filled with tears. She felt split in two. Torn apart. Ripped asunder. As if someone had drove a pregnant baseball bat deep into her. One that curved acutely to her right. She felt the pressure of its enormity. The picture on wall watched her plight. He took hold of her shoulders, from behind her, with both hands, held her fast and kept her in place. He pulled out some and plunged in to the hilt again. She screamed. She dimly felt the orange sack smack against her buttocks. He plunged again. And again. And again. Earl's latest fine filly screamed throughout as he rode her. To break her in properly, his way. But her screams of pains were less loud each time as the pain was somewhat duller. Throughout her screams and groans, he plunged the bat with a vengeance. In and out. Without mercy. He was a wild man now. A wild man who now tried to fuck his new wife silly. Even sillier than silly. His ass pumped up and down like a piston. Her legs were splayed way out on both sides of him. They wiggled and flailed in the air. He tried to drive the bat deeper with each plunge. Their bodies made slap-slap noises. Sweat flew in all direction. The bed bounced and creaked. They sweated some more. They moaned and groaned. She screamed and yelled. He kept at it. In her jumbled mind, she wished he would spurt and stop the pain. And at the same time, something in her wanted more. He, with a control only learned by practice, could fuck all night if asked politely. He regarded her moans and screams as polite enough. Then she felt the release. Her release. It exploded within her. It sent shock waves throughout her body. It overwhelmed her. It flooded her brain. Exploded within her brain. She saw stars through her closed eyelids. In full color. Then more explosions. Then even more. She rode the huge baseball bat straight to Heaven on a wave of explosions and starbursts. New waves of emotion flowed over her then lifted her higher. And higher. Then higher still. And higher yet. Then something flowed back down. And flowed out of her. She felt as if she had flowed out through her vagina, flowed out all over the bed, onto the floor. And then, miraculously, it all flowed back into her. Then out again. She thought she would faint. She hoped so. Then she didn't want it to end. She wanted it over with but never ending. She and Earl surfed the flow, the wave. She was sure they were somehow on the floor then on the bed. Another wave. Stronger even. Had she gone insane? From somewhere around her, she heard a wild, crazy woman yell, "Poppycock me, Earl . . . Poppycock me! .. . Poppycock me, poppycock me, poppycock meeeeeee! . . . Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!. .. Poppycock me silly, Earl, poppycock me silleeeeeee!" And amazingly, old Earl only heard what he wanted to hear. From a place somewhere way, way high above her, she heard, "Yes, Baby, yes! But you gotta tell your old Earl you love it! Say the words! Say it! . . . I love it, Earl! . . . Say it!. . . Now!" She couldn't speak. And then--she could. "Oh, God, yes! I love it, Earl. . . I love it! . . . I love it, love it, love it!" As she said it, she wrapped her legs around his back, crossed her ankles and squeezed him. "Oh, yes! I love you, Poppycock!. . . uh . . . Earl! . . . I love you Earl, love you, love you! . . . Oh, God, oh, God! . . . Oh, sweet poppeeeeeeecock!" She showered his ears, his neck, and his face, with wet kisses. Sweat rolled off both of them. They kissed. Their wet, sloppy tongues crashed. Spittle flew. More sweat flowed. Two people entwined in a rutting frenzy. No animals had ever matched their actions. They were driven. Out of their minds. Insane. He told her he loved her, too. Once. Then he fucked her very hard and violently for a minute or so more. Then yelled, at the top of his lungs, "Here I comes, Darlin!' Here comes your Earl! Hold still, Baby, hold still . . . now! . . . ooooooooooooooooooh" With one final plunge of the entire bat, he spasmed. And flooded her. She felt it. Every spasm. Every spurt, deep inside her, spurt after spurt. And it felt hot. As if, somehow, each spurt was hotter than her own body temperature. She felt sure an elephant had just unloaded in her vagina. But he only had the weight of an Earl. As she felt him flood hot and very deep inside her, a thought bounced in. She said, "Oh, God, Earl, you really have poppycocked me silly!" He chuckled in her ear. "Told ya I would," he said matter of- factly. "Told ya." Then he asked as his full weight collapsed upon her, What does poppycock mean, Baby? "I'll tell you in the mornin' . . . Hon." SHORT EXPLANATION: In the story, Colonel Grok, Commander of a Groinkian warship hovering above Earth, is homesick for his gona, which is Groinkian for female counterpart, almost a wife. From the chapter: "I'm gonna miss my gona!" OLONEL GROK looked down at the printout of Captain Grik's latest contact with Earth. It had every word that was spoken between the Captain and Lieutenant Gron. The higher ups had seen to that. They listened in on every form of communications. It wouldn't surprise the Colonel if they even had his ship bugged. Always paranoid, those bastards, he thought. They see spies everywhere. So they put spies everywhere. He now knew Gron had eliminated Grin. On Captain Grik's order. Technically. For he knew the real order had originated with High Central Command. Listening in, they would have told the Captain, through his ever-present earpiece, what had to be done, right then and there--and by whom. He also knew his Captain, if allowed to, would have found a more saner and sensible solution. That he was sure of. He had liked Lt. JG Grin. A good Groinkian soldier. Loyal and faithful and dependable. What more could you want in a man? Some schmuck in the HCC should go to his books and look up what the term "real waste" means. But even if he did, that wouldn't help Grin now, would it? Nosirree. He was glad it wasn't he that would have to make the house call to Grin's gona, Gridda. He had only met her a few times, but he liked her. And she and Grin had one of those loves that he suspected would be gonotta renewed many, many times. He would have trouble facing her with the bad news. He thought about her cooking. Gridda's Slave- Surprise Stew was something to die for! He chuckled when he realized the pun he had just made. Some slave did have to die for that stew. Oh, well, he thought, one man's meat is another man's stew! He chuckled again, his heartlessness hidden from him by over a century of Groinkian training. His large warship was now in the static-filled position. The paradoxical situation this created wasn't lost on the Colonel. True, it made detection by Earthlings near impossible, but it also made communications between his ship, the infiltrators on the planet, and the home base, near impossible, too. Even though he had ordered the ship's power output tripled. Even Groinkians, he thought, sometimes lose to the limitations of physics. To push the output even higher would use up vast amounts of energy, which, should they suddenly have the need for, for whatever reason, including an attack, they just might find themselves caught short. Invincible Groinkian warships had their limits, too. Now as he sat in his private stateroom, he wondered what events, those over with and those yet to come, were leading up to. Victory? The conquering of a planet? New slaves and foodstuffs? Or defeat--with all the trimmings? And one of those trimmings, he knew only too well, would give him his first taste of a Grun- gun's savage raw power. He shuddered and his shoulders shook. Oh, well, he thought, I've been trained to accept death. Bitch is they dont train you how to accept never seeing your Grinda again. The thought of her made his eyes mist up. He tried to picture her face more clearly, but it had been too long. Two years now. Of course, he had her on tape on his portable televiewer. Did she, he wondered, ever miss him the way he now missed her. Probably not. At least not often. For he knew Grinda had dozens of slave gossixi to take her mind off things. And fill more than just her time. And quell her loneliness. Especially that one slave-gossix, Gundle, who she once said had driven her to Heaven with his three-headed penis. He had never met Gundle. Grinda had acquired him only recently. Of course, he thought, when the transmutations arrive I'll have my fun, if I feel like it. They were sending along enough gammixi to keep the entire ship happy for a long time. He reached for his portable televiewer and pressed buttons. He looked down at the square four-inch screen. Gundle appeared. Naked. "Greetings Major Grok. I hope when you receive this you are well. I am Gundle, your gona's gossix. She has asked me to participate in this endeavor in the hope it gives you some form of pleasure." The image cut to Grinda's face. It was obvious she held the camera. "Hello my love." She said. "I miss you terribly. And I thought you would like some lurid entertainment. OK?" As if he had a choice. The camera then cut and panned Gundle's body. In a close-up shot he saw Gundle's large penis come to life as Grinda manipulated it with her free hand. It was truly an amazing sight to behold. It was a normal penis that, at the four or five inch spot from the groin, split into three separate shafts, each with its own fully formed head. The three heads formed a perfect triangle, with an inch or so space between each pair. It looked awesome. Then Grinda must have rested the camera on something stationary, for there she was, on her knees, sans camera, performing oral on Gundle. She went from head to head as if she was playing some type of musical instrument. The Colonel was surprised he couldn't hear a melody. She did this for a time and then the two of them kissed a few times before getting into the bed. He had seen this before and wanted to get to where Grinda goes to Heaven. The Colonel punched in the fast forward number, frame 323. Click. 323 had arrived. He watched his gona scream, writhe and go crazy as Gundle worked his heavenly magic with his three- headed Hydra. When the action died down, he hit the off button. What followed, he knew, were six more performances by Gundle along the same lines. Gundle sure had stamina. He was also very adept, but he lacked variety and imagination. He hoped this made a difference to Grinda. How could it, he wondered. The Colonel now remembered what he had said to Grinda in his once every six months home communications allowance. Knowing it would be read by the spies, he worded it cryptically. Aside from the I love you and miss you part, he added: "Remember, my Grinda, three heads are not always better than one--I hope! Hee hee!" And to Gundle he wrote: "Thank you from my wellspring for keeping my Grinda happy." He forced his mind to shift this sentimental gear into neutral. He reached out and pressed the intercom button. When he heard his Captain-Soon- To-Be-Major say, "Yes, Colonel, Sir?" he felt once more like an important part of the invincible Groinkian invasion forces. End. Dirty Parts!

Author: Arthur Kay Title: Jane's Time at the Cougar Ranch Summary: Jane Hanover, 18, and luscious, is down on her luck and out of work. She takes a job as a waitress at the infamous Cougar Ranch, where paid hanky-panky is the norm . . . Keywords: MF con het ill oral WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. JANE'S TIME AT THE COUGAR RANCH by Arthur Kay In the rearmost booth of an empty diner, Jane Hanover just sat there and, with her head in her hands, sobbed her heart out. She was almost broke once more, down to her last ten dollars, with no prospect of a job in sight. She had travelled over three hundred miles on a wild goose chase. The new job she had been hired for, she quickly learned, was not as a personal secretary to a rich old man, but as his personal mistress. He was quite clear on the point. Upon hearing his salacious offer, she had fled his office, half in tears, and had wandered blindly from street to street, finally entering the lonely, deserted diner. How could I have been so stupid, she thought, so naive? God, I must have been born yesterday and not eighteen years ago! She sobbed some more, hoping the counter guy way down the other end couldn't hear her. Or the lone customer nursing his coffee. She carried on sobbing this way for quite some time, the self-pity just too much for her to bear otherwise. "Whoa, little lady, you're too young and pretty to be carrying on like that!" Jane looked up and saw a nicely dressed man in his mid-forties standing there. She hadn't even heard him come up to the booth. He was now smiling at her, an even set of white teeth on display. She tried to compose herself as he, without asking for her permission, sat down across from her. "I'm Jake, Jake Clay, and you . . . " He flashed the perfect teeth again. To Jane, the man seemed nice, harmless even, and somewhat fatherly in his manner and tone of voice. "I'm Jane, Jane Hanover. I'm pleased to meet you, uh, Jake, and I hope you'll forgive my red eyes. It's been a rough day." She sniffled and fished a tissue out of her purse. "Well, hello there, Jane. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, too. Tell me, just how rough a day have you had?" He seemed truly concerned. She blew her nose and told him her tale of woe. Jake nodded here and there as if he fully understood and had, at an especially painful part of her story, reached out and patted her hand. His hand felt warm and friendly to her. Comforting even. When her tale had been told, Jake took his wallet out and thumbed through it. For a moment, Jane had the feeling of deja vu, a feeling he was about to offer her some money, if she would only do . . . "Here, Jane, read this." He unfolded a piece of paper and handed it to her. It was a small full-color flyer with a picture of a beautiful woman holding a tray with drinks on it. The woman was nicely dressed, classy almost, in a black and white waitresses' costume. The beautiful woman's blouse had a picture of a cougar, crouched to spring, on the left breast. Jane also saw it was an advertisement for The Cougar Ranch, an exclusive and very private club for the discerning gentleman. She read: THE COUGAR RANCH! Where great service is always at a gentleman's beck and call! Where fine dining is more than an art! Where a gentleman can relax and unwind after a hard day! Where only the finest in all things is constantly provided! Call 555-1122 to make a reservation. Ask for Cindy. See our ad on our Website: CougarRanch.com. Now hiring new hostesses. Great pay! Great hours! Great benefits! Some experience required. Call for details. Wanda Sykes, General Manager. Jane re-read it quickly and handed it back to Jake. "You telling me, Jake, that I should apply for a job at this place?" Jake nodded. Jane shook her head from side to side. "Why not, Jane? Just applying can't hurt. And your ten buck ain't gonna go too far, now is it? Even if you don't get desperate enough to give in to some sex pervert's propositioning, the cops will probably bust you for vagrancy. Cops are tough in this town, believe me, especially on outsiders. Think it over. Oh, and you'll like Wanda, too. She's the salt of the earth, that gal is." He showed the nice teeth to her once more. "I don't know, Jake. What would I be expected to do? If it's more than just serving drinks, well, I don't . . . I won't . . . " "That's all it is, Jane, hostessing. Oh, there's paid hanky-panky going on there, for sure, it being legal in this state and all, but that choice is yours. Old Wanda treats every one of her ladies with the utmost respect. If all you want to do is waitress, well, you'll only waitress. But, by the same token, if you ever change your mind about the, uh, hanky-panky, Wanda will be only too happy to show you the . . . uh . . . many ins and outs of the game." He laughed, a nice hearty laugh. "Many ins and outs, get it?" He chuckled. Jane giggled. "I get it, Jake. Cute. You're a regualar card, you know that?" "Jake of hearts, my dear, the Jake of hearts. Ha ha! That's me all right!" While Jane had some reservations about the whole iffy afffair, she had to admit to herself that she was in a box. Up the old creek without a paddle. Between a rock and a hard place. And, being in jail, even for one night, for being a vagrant, well, ugh to that shit. Thus, she accompanied Jake out to his black Mercedes and, in less than twenty minutes later, she was seated in the office of Wanda Sykes, General Manager of The Cougar Ranch. Waiting for Wanda to appear . . . * * * * * * WELL, to make a long story short, Jane was hired by Wanda on the spot. And, after four months of just waitressing, with the money from the tips being fabulous, Jane found herself toying with the idea of the hanky-panky side of the business. Just mulling it over, if you will. Wanda had found her an inexpensive little apartment, less than five minutes from the ranch, and had advanced her enough money to buy a used, but quite decent little car. Jane could have lived at the ranch, saving money in the bargain, but the idea of living where all that hanky-panky was going on, well, no thank you ma'am was her attitude. However, and if truth be told, Jane found herself a little envious of the hanky-panky ladies. They seemed to be just rolling in dough. Great clothes, brand new cars, you name it, they had it. And more. True, Jane's take home pay wasn't exactly chump change, but after paying her rent, phone, electric, gas, and cable bill, not to mention the fifty dollars a week going to Wanda for the car, she wasn't exactly rolling in dough. But it was a woman named Tammy that had gotten Jane thinking along these hanky-panky lines. Tammy, constantly and often, not only bragged about all the money she was making, but how great all the sex was. "Janie, you shouldda been there!" Tammy excitedly told her one day, right after servicing her latest man. "This guy had a cock on him as wide and as long as a Genoa salami!" She put her hands out as if to estimate the width of this particular deli meat. "And, I'll tell ya, sweetie, he knew how to serve up the meat! Hard and long, just the way I like it! Christ, I musta cum twelve times, if I came once!" She grinned at Jane. "Oooweee! He done fucked me silly! I swear!" She laughed and Jane found herself laughing right along with Tammy. Well, after oodles of such stories from Tammy, Jane started to rethink the whole thing. She was seeing it in a new light. Shit, she said to herself one night as she sat all alone in her apartment eating a microwaved TV dinner, I haven't had a good fucking in a dog's age! Yeah, my fingers still work, but it ain't like the real thing. She thought now of Tammy's latest tale, an especially hot one about having two well-hung men at the same time, one in her mouth and one in her pussy, fucking her, as Tammy always said, absolutely silly. Ooowee! She thought, that Tammy! She's one hot pistol! With Tammy's story burning in her brain, she went and found her vibrator . . . * * * * * * IT WAS A NEW WORK DAY and Janes's mind was made up. She'd do the hanky-panky. But only with one man to start. Oh, she knew full well, deep down, that she could probably handle it all, even the weird sexual things she knew would be expected of her, but she wanted to be sure it didn't totally freak her out and give her the jeeberjabbers, if you will. With that in mind, she went to see Wanda. The General Manager listened carefully and when Jane had completely spun her little tale, Wanda said she'd set it all up. Jane was to go to room 12 and wait. A man would be forthcoming. She gave Jane some quick tips about relaxing and just enjoying herself. "Do as some of the first time girls do, Jane. Pretend he's your boyfriend and you haven't seen him in months. This will help you get up a head of steam and you'll be able to perform with a little more passion than you might ordinarily feel you have in you at the time. Remember the first timer's mantra: The hotter you are with him, the faster he comes, if you find yourself just wanting to get it over with, that is. "Of course, it goes without saying, Jane, if you should find it's enjoyable, well, girl . . . let 'er rip! And don't by shy about it, either. All my private rooms are totally soundproofed, so only you and the guy fucking you will hear you." She laughed. "If, that is, you're a banshee screamer as I am!" Wanda laughed again. Jane followed suit. Wanda then told Jane to go wait for the man, strip down and put on the see-thru nightie she'd find hanging on the back of the room's door. A while later found Jane suitably attired and waiting for a strange man to enter the room and have sex with her. For some strange reason, she found herself less nervous than she thought she would be. And a tad excited by it all. She thought of her boyfriend, Tim Waitt. He had taken her virginity less than two years ago now and if he hadn't moved to Europe with his folks, well, who knows? Tim had not only been her first, to date he was the only. She thought of his handsome face, that headful of brown hair that hung down his neck. His hot lips all over hers and all over her body, her belly, her thighs, her breasts. He had wanted to put his hot lips on her pussy, too, but she had stopped him. Why, she didn't really know, but she now wished she could shove her pussy into those hot, wet lips of his. She felt a shiver run over her and, at the same time, felt her pussy getting moist. She now pictured them fucking. How wonderful it had always been. He would fuck her animalistically, grunting and groaning throughout. And when he came, she could actually feel the heat of his sperm inside her. She had even liked it when he had asked her to go down on him. He had pleased her so often, she felt it was only right to give him some pleasure in return. True, the first time he had ejaculated into her mouth came as a shock. He had started spurting, all of a sudden, and without any prior warning. As her mouth filled up with him, he had held her head fast, preventing any backing up of her head. Not knowing what else to do, she had swallowed the salty liquid. All of it. The taste, she discovered, wasn't horrible, just different. It reminded her of salty onions somehow. And, she soon learned, the aftertaste stayed in her throat and was recalled every time she swallowed her saliva. The door opened, breaking her reverie, and a man entered. She left the bed and stood up to greet him. "Hi, Jane, dear, we meet again!" Jake! A flush of embarrassment flooded through her body, making itself felt all the way up to her face. Oh, God, she thought as she realized he could see right through the sheer nightie. But some strange thing in her told her not to try to cover up. She would look foolish, she felt, given the hanky-panky circumstances. So, she just smiled at Jake. "Wanda tells me you want to try your, uh, wings, so to speak. Well, Jane, if anyone can teach you how to fly, I'm your boy." He laughed. She did, too. The ice broken, Jake went to her and put his strong arms around her waist. She instinctively threw her arms around his neck. Then a silly thought hit her. "Please be gentle, Jake. I haven't had sex in a long, long time and I'm sure I've tightened up a lot. I don't want my first time to hurt. OK?" She knew the words sounded ridiculous, but felt they had to be said. He looked into her eyes. "Don't worry, hon, old Jake's the epitome of soft. And, as you'll soon find out, ha ha, the epitome of hard, too!" She giggled, liking Jake, liking his light-hearted approach to it all. She leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, her mouth slightly open to receive his tongue, should he be of a mind. He was, and soon their tongues were dueling to beat the band. Fleetingly, her mind pictured Tim, then, just as fleetingly, poof, he was gone. All she knew now was Jake. To her, it seemed better that way. He kissed her for what seemed like a long time to her before removing her nightie. Then he kissed her some more, his hands exploring her young flesh hither and yon. She moaned a few times while he worked her, feeling his hard member pressing through his trousers into her abdomen. As Jake kissed her again, she got bold and reached down, found his lump, the girth of it surprising her, squeezed it and then ran her hand downward along its length. She found she couldn't reach its end without bending over, which she didn't want to do in the middle of his kiss. They broke and she said, backing away for a look-see, "My God, Jake, does that thing have an end?" He laughed. "Does a ruler have a foot?" He quipped. Her eyes widened. She spoke, her eyes like saucers. "Oh, no, Jake, don't tell me it's a foot long. I won't believe it." "It's not a foot long!" "Whew, good!" She looked greatly relieved. "It's thirteen and one-half inches!" He grinned at her. Her eyes got even wider. Now her mouth was agape. She looked stunned. "Relax, Jane. It's big, I know, but I know to work it. Believe me, it won't hurt you one bit. Scout's honor!" He held two fingers up. "Jake, I . . . " He cut her off with another wet and sloppy French kiss. She melted into his arms, resigned to her fate and Jake's promise. He picked her up and deposited her on the large bed, propping a pillow behind her head to give her a front row seat to his clothing removal act. As Jake stripped, Jane looked. Nice body, she thought when Jake was down to his boxer shorts. Then she got playful. "Oooh, goody, goody, here's the part of the act where they reveal the Jake snake! Show us the snaky, Jakey! Snake, snake, snake, snake!" He obliged his audience by dropping his shorts. The effect on Jane was immediate. Less than six feet from her eyes was the largest, angriest and longest cock she had ever seen, or could even imagine in any of her wildest, girlish fantasies. It stood at a 45 degree upward angle from his body as if pointing out where the ceiling was. Its girth looked as wide, if not wider, than most men's wrists. The cock head was enormous and arrow-shaped in appearance. It was also extremely pronounced and stood way out all around the shaft. The pee hole was deeply indented, deeper than a normal human cleft chin. Its overall color was bronzy tan as if its owner sunbathed in the nude. It also looked as hard as tungsten. His balls, hairy and huge, looked as if they were doing an excellent job by providing a solid base for the huge member to stand on. Jane felt a large twinge of fear creep up on her. "Oh, my God, Jake, it looks as if it will split me in two!" She drew her legs up to her chest and placed her arms around them, as if in preparation for defending the attack she knew was about to take place. And yet, at the same time, she was fascinated by the size of it, mesmerized by it, her eyes locked on it. A moistness invaded her vaginal area as she felt her nipples get erect. Dear old Tim, she thought, what a difference! God, he was just a boy! Jake was saying something to her. " . . . hurt too much. Now, Jane, Wanda told me to play instructor to you. To give you an idea, if you will, of what most men will expect from you. So, please bear with me if I sound too damned pedantic while I, uh, direct you, so to speak. OK?" She nodded. He was now the teacher, she was the eager, but slightly fearful pupil. He joined her on the bed and kissed her a few times. Then he said. "Now, love, I want you to give me a blowjob, sorry for using that raw term, but you'd might as well get used to it. As you suck me off, I'll give you some pointers. OK?" She nodded and scooted down between his legs. She was getting into it all now. Close up now, his penis looked even larger, even more menacing. She reached out and took the base into her right hand, encircling it. Oh, yeah, she thought, this is no Tim I have here. "Now, Jane," he said, sounding slightly hoarse. "The main idea is to get the fella all hot and bothered so he comes quick. You should always start as we did, with hot, ardent kissing. If you can, that is, and the guy doesn't make you want to upchuck all your lunch. It's your choice. "While kissing will start his fire, you need to keep it burning. Thus, the first thing you can do, once in bed with him, is to suck on his balls. Go ahead, Jane, suck on mine a little. I'll direct you." He watched her and waited, his arms behind his head. She hesitated a moment and then leaned her head downward and placed her hot mouth on his hairy nut sack. They felt hot and smelled of male musk. The odor didn't bother her, to the contrary, it seemed to bring a new wetness to her vagina. "Now, Jane, using your lips and tongue, while letting your saliva just flow out, get them good and wet. Soaked, in fact. And also, now and then, take each one as far into your mouth as it will go. OK?" He heard her say Ok from between his legs, her mouth seemingly glued to his scrotum. As she laved both his testicles, first one, then the other, she found herself not only getting into it, but getting immensely turned on. She had never done this to Tim, but she had also never seen a cock such as Jake's. This was a new thing to her, a new day, a new beginning. And the vaginal twinges she now felt made her glad of the fact. She felt different and brand new, wide open for anything life had to throw her way. Jake spoke. "Don't forget, dear, let your saliva flow out naturally. Good and wet." She complied, his balls getting wetter and wetter as she sucked happily away. "That's good, Jane. Now, next I want you to lip and tongue suck the shaft. Go all the way down one side and come up the other. Lip and tongue. Get it good and sloppy, too. OK?" She mumbled an OK as she proceeded to wet his shaft from stem to stern, remembering to let her saliva flow. In a short while, his entire shaft was shiny and sticky from the saliva. "Now, Jane, take the head into your mouth." She did, and as she made mouth to penis contact, she heard a moan escape him. "Mmmm, good. But don't forget. Saliva flow." As with her Tim, she sucked the head and an inch or two beyond. But unlike Tim, Jake's hardon was inhumanely hard, the flesh yielding little under her lip's pressures. As if it was molded of slightly- giving Styrene. She worked his cock head for a short while and then heard him say, "Now, Jane, here comes the hard part. Deep-throating me all the way down to my balls . . . " She had removed her mouth from him. "Jake, I can't . . . " "Hush, love, you'll see, it's not so hard. Millions of women can do it. Every girl at the ranch does it, even with me. All it takes is a little know-how and some practice. Now, put your mouth back on it and I'll direct you." She complied, the rock hard cock head once again in her mouth. "Now, Jane, the trick, if you could call it that, is to control your gag reflex as you go down. Like mind over matter, in a sense. Now, listen carefully. I want you to start down the shaft very slowly, a quarter-inch at a time. When you feel my cock head enter your throat and start to touch your gag reflex, I want you to simply swallow, as if you were swallowing a large piece of steak. Once the head gets past your gag reflex, all it takes is a litttle concentration on your part to simply ignore any further silliness out of the damned thing. Now, try it!" Try it she did. Soon, the quarter-inches added up and she felt the first tickle to her gag reflex. The action made her stomch churl and she had to concentrate to overcome the feeling. Tears welled up in both of her eyes, in spite of them being tightly closed, but she decided now wasn't the time to wipe them away. So all she did was blink a few times. When the cock head was fully pressed against her gag reflex, she remembered his advice: Swallow the piece of meat! Thus, in fierce determination, she swallowed. And the damned cock went right down! True, she felt like upchucking slightly, but she also remembered his other piece of advice: Ignore the damned thing! She did and found she could now take more of him, a quarter-inch at a time. She heard Jake clapping. "By Jove, 'enry 'iggins, I do believe she's got it!" he said jovially. And she had got it. And, as confidence crept in, she got bolder and soon quarter-inches turned to inches. In no time, it seemed to her, she felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on her lips and his lower abdomen touching her nose. My God, she thought, I'm actually deep- throating! Tim should see me now! No, he shouldn't! He'd die seeing me impaled on Jake's big monster prick! "Now, Jane, here's how to make it fantastic for the guy. Suck his knob a few times and then deep-throat him. A good ration, is four to one. Try it!" Before doing as Jake had asked, she removed his cock from her mouth and took the time to wipe the tears from her eyes using a corner of the coverlet. Jake chuckled. "I've seen that before. We call it baby's first tears!" She laughed and grabbed his cock, somewhat roughly. "Oh, yeah, Jake, well this baby's all grown up now!" To prove her point, she had her lips buried in his pubes in less than two seconds. Then she scooted up to the head and sucked on it for precisely four times before taking the deep-throat plunge again. She was prepared to repeat this over and over and as long as it took to make him say uncle. He was moaning loudly now. "Oooh, Jane, oh God! L-listen Jane, stop a bit. I have to tell you something further. OK?" She removed the wet and glistening organ from her mouth, keeping her hand on the base and said, "Party pooper! "Kidder! But seriously, folks, here's what I want to teach you. Now, some men, not most, like to come in your throat, you know, have it go directly to your stomach, but most men prefer you get the taste of them. Thus, use you thumb at the base to know when their about to spurt. You'll feel a ripple under your thumb. When you do, scoot up to the head and lightly suck on it, running your tongue over the underside. This greatly increases the man's pleasure and yours, if you enjoy, as I think you do, the unusual taste of male sperm." Jane nodded, she did enjoy sperm, as far as she knew from her times with Tim, anyway. "Next, Jane . . . "She interrupted him. "I know, after I swallow I should vacuum suck him dry. Right, teach?" Jake laughed. "Right, class! And it's a good idea to keep, uh, vacuuming him until he says stop and can't take any more. Capish, pupil?" "Capish, professor Jake. Should I continue and make you cum while showing you my vacuuming technique, or would you rather teach me how to fuck. I'm eager, teach, for whatever new you feel I should know." She smiled at him, waiting. She felt new and absolutely brazen. "Jane, after all this teaching and talking, I want to just lie back and have you suck me off until I cream your mouth something fucking fierce. I don't know about most men, but I can come five times a day if I have to, so, woman, I've plenty for fucking you later on. Now, get to it, you cocksucking champion, you!" He smiled at her. She blushed. She worked him on, using the four to one ratio, and soon he was ready to pop. She knew this because of the thumb ripple. It hadn't mattered, however, as the ripple had caught her in mid-cock head, as it were. She remembered his teachings: Suck and tongue the underside. She did and waited for the large member to unload in her mouth. A feeling of sexual anticipation coming over her. A second or so later, he unloaded. Just a second after his cock head seemed to expand to even greater width. This surprised Jane. She had no idea a cock could expand it's head that way just before ejaculating. And expand it did, with each forceful spurt that entered her mouth. Jake was moaning and groaning for all he was worth, his hands entwined in her hair, pulling her to him. The first spurt had been truly amazing. Its force had sent it directly to the back of her throat, where its weight succumbed to gravity and took the path down to her belly. Then her mouth flooded up. She swallowed, tasting more of the salty sperm. She also moaned, "Mmm mmm! Mmm mmm!" as each spurt entered her. She was letting him know she loved it, this swallowing of his cum. Jake's entire, full load, was humungous. She had to swallow fully, four times. Each time she felt his cock head expand and explode, she relished it all. The feel of him. The taste of him. The heat and musk of him. Then Tammy raced through her mind all of a sudden. Oh, Tam, she thought, have I a story for you! Then, Jake disappointed her. He was drained. He pulled her up toward him, removing his cock from her hot mouth by doing so. She felt strangely cheated. She wanted her big, fat, hard- headed, 13-1/2" cock back in her mouth. The party pooper! But Jake soon kissed that thought away. With dozens of kisses. On her lips, her neck, her breasts. And, before she knew, on her pussy. She flinched as she felt his hot tongue make an initial entrance. Oh, well, she thought, not arguing with him, I'm a brand new me now! And she was . . . * * * * * * Jake ate her pussy for what seemed an eternity to her, giving her three solid orgasms along the way. And, to her delight, she felt his hardness again. All 13-1/2" of his hardness. It was pressing strongly against her right leg. He went between her legs and introduced his cock to her vagina slowly, very slowly, excruciatingly slowly. She felt, after its first few inches of penetration, her pussy being widened. God, she thought, that head is something else! Momma! I can even feel the ridge! I can tell it from the shaft! This amazed her. He was no Tim, that was for sure. He bottomed out in her and proceeded to fuck her with gusto. Long, hard, heart-stopping strokes created mind-boggling orgasms for her. One after the other, one on top of the other, a parade of orgasms. She was yelling, her legs spread out as far as they could go on both sides of his back, flopping wildly in the air. Jake then increased his pace and the friction created in her vagina was driving her insane. Someone was yelling, her or him, or both, but she didn't take the time to figure it all out. She took her legs and wrapped them around his muscular back, driving them up on his frame as far as they could go. This had the effect of making it feel to her as if his penis had magically grown a couple of inches and was now hitting depths she never even knew she possessed. Jake fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her. As any animal would in the height of the rutting season. And she, sweat pouring from her, feeling his sweat dripping on her, fucked him back, with every fiber in her being. Thus, the two of them fucked away, unmindful of the bed's squeaky protestations. Squeak . . . squeak . . . squeak. Finally, Jake was yelling and cumming simultaneously. She was yelling and cumming, too. Then words found her lips and just slipped out. "I love you, Jake, I love you, I love you, I love you!" And the amazing thing is, she didn't hear herself say it. But Jake did. With his super-size cock, still at full rage and buried deep within her, he pulled on her shoulders from behind and whispered in her ear, "I love you, too, my Janie." This time she heard. And, although she loved him saying the words, she knew, deep down, it was all pretend, part of her teachings by a great professor. In no time, reality would wipe it all away. Later, in Jake's arms, Jane felt fantastic. And safe. His arms around her had that effect on her. She nuzzled herself closer to him. "Jake, do you work for Wanda?" Curiosity, the pillar of after-sex small talk on your first time with someone new. Jake gave her a hug. "Nah, I just help her out from time to time. Keeps me off the streets." "What do you do for a living, Jake?" Oops! Too curious personal too fast? "As little as I can. I'm on an Air Force retirement pension. Thirty years." "Wow! That makes you . . . " "Thirty years older than you. Old enough to be your Dada. So, tell me, you sex pistol, how's it feel to fuck your dear, old dad?" He chuckled. An old joke hit her. "Ah, INCEST, the game the whole family can play!" She giggled and snuggled up once more. She heard him laugh somewhere near her head . . . * * * * * * Later, when Jane had finished "servicing" Jake, Wanda asked her, quite bluntly, "Now, Jane, tell me the truth. Do you like fucking?" She didn't ask how it had gone with Jake. Wanda always knew the answer to that silly question! "Uh, I guess, Wan." "You guess? Don't you know for sure? I'll ask you again, Jane. Do you or don't you like fucking?" "OK. Yes, I like fucking!" There, I've said it, she thought, you happy now? "There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, Jane, you tell me. Where can a girl like you find a job that she likes to do and, at the same time, get paid five times more than she could make typing letters for some old geezer, who gropes her ass every time she bends over at a filing cabinet?" "Tee hee hee!" Jane giggled nervously at the vivid, but silly imagery, and at the fact that something very similar had happened to her not too long ago. Wanda picked right up on it. "Been there, huh? Done that. Tell me about it." She smiled at Jane. "Oh, yeah, I've been there, all right. His name was Mr. Fripp, the third, and he had to be a hundred years old. A really gnarly old fool. Always pinching my bottom and throwing lewd propositions at me." Wanda nodded, she'd been there, too. "Used to offer me money. First it was twenty for a handjob. Then twenty to let him see and suck my breasts. Fifty if I let him do both at the same time. Then it was twenty for a kiss. Ugh! And fifty for a blowjob. Double ugh! He finally offered me one hundred if I fucked him. Triple ugh!" Jane's face was screwed up, as if she'd suddenly tasted a lemon. "You ever give in to him, Jane? Truth now, girl." "Well, one time, in a way. I was absolutely desperate for money and my month's rent was due in two days. I was frantic. The landlady, that old battleaxe, told me if I was late with it again, she'd toss me out on the street. And she sure would have, the old bitch. Well, anyway, he had repeated his handjob and titty sucking offer to me and I . . . well . . . gave in. But I demanded thirty, which he was all too eager to pay. Shoulda asked for fifty! "It was awful! His lips felt like fucking sandpaper and his pecker was all shriveled up, even when hard. Ugh! I thought I'd die when his horrible tongue got pushed into my mouth!" "And I bet it took him forever and a day to cum, didn't it? The fink bastard!" "Yeah, I kinda thought he was stretching it out, making it last. And the longer it took, the more he drooled on me! All over a brand new skirt! When he finally did get off, he had me take it all into my palm. Ugh! Then, the old coot said he'd give me another twenty if I licked it up and swallowed it! Ugh to eternity! But I fixed the fucker. I reached out and wiped it all off on his seersucker suit!" She laughed, now remembering the look on his face. "You should have seen the shocked look on his face, Wanda. Priceless!" "I'll bet. Did you ever do anything else with him?" She didn't think so. "No, I paid my rent and found a new job that afternoon. It paid less, but I didn't care at the time. I was just glad to get away from Mr. Fripp, the turd!" "Well, Jane, it may have been horrible at the time, but you lived through it, didn't you?" Jane nodded meekly. "And you gained some life experience. Now, this may or may not shock you, but, even at your age, I would have fucked him, the gnarly, hundred year old bastard." She grinned at Jane. "Good God, why?" "Three reasons. To see what it was like, curiosity and all, and to toughen myself up against the real world. For the cash, obviously. And last, but not least, for the cock. You see, Jane, when I was your age I was a cock-hungry little slut. I couldn't get enough dick in me to feel normal. I just loved cock. I was addicted to it. Sucking it. Fucking it. Feeling it harden up. Feeling it shoot in me, whether into my mouth or my cunt, or even, my ass. In a word, Janie, I was the biggest whore in the frigging world!." Wanda laughed. Jane giggled. This Wanda, she thought, is one for the books. Wanda went on: "You should have seen me in college days, my halcyon days! Lordy, was I wild! I undoubtedly had the sluttiest reputation imaginable, but I didn't give a fuck, so to speak. A roommate of mine once told me, 'Wanda, the only thing a man has to do to get you in the mood is to utter three little words: On your knees!' Lordy, was she ever right! "I kept a diary back then, I'll show you sometime, and when I added up all the men after four years of college, I amazed myself when the grand total came to 1,255! Slutty, huh?" Jane nodded, looking stunned. And impressed. "Is that why you opened this er, establishment, Wanda? Lotsa cock?" "That, and lotsa cash!" She winked at Jane. "And now, my little cocksucking cunt, after your hands on experience with my dear Jake, tell me, are you on board, or not?" She grinned at Jane. "Why, dear, I do believe you're blushing!" She was. "That Jake and his big 'un!" Jane, her composure restored somewhat, looked at Wanda. "Wanda, you old reprobate, you crazy woman, you . . . you . . . pipe me aboard, Skipper!" Wanda smiled at her and simply said, "Toot, toot!" THE END!

Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Arthur Kay Title: Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6) Gettin' Rich! Part: 6 of 6 Summary: ''Scooter' teaches his best friend Richie what The Duke taught him. Keywords: M, MM, oral, anal, ws WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6): Gettin' Rich! by Arthur Kay A few days after The Duke had told me all about my friend Richie, how Richie had sucked The Duke off and taken it up the ass, I was still flabbergasted. It was like learning that your best friend really has two heads, but you can only see one of them. Richie, for crissakes! I had never thought about Richie in any way but as a pal, but now that I knew his little Dukie secret, he took on a different aura. We had, as mentioned, masturbated together while leering at my French playing cards, and I had seen him spurt his loads many times into a paper napkin, but I had not given it any other thought whatsoever. As I've said, we each didn't have a gay bone in us. But now, the idea of us "doing" each other had an irresistible sexual appeal to me and I made up my mind that any fantasy I was harboring could, and would, become a reality. After all, I reasoned, how hard could it be to set it up? Richie was around my age and basic overall proportions, but I knew, and I knew he knew, that in future years he would be the handsomer of us. I wasn't exactly chopped liver, but whereas he would be looked upon as handsome, I'd be considered cute. Which was fine with me. Regardless of how Richie looked, or would eventually look, he didn't, per se, turn me on. I didn't sit around saying to myself, "Gee! I can't wait to have him in my arms and plant wet kisses on those Adonis-like lips!" Far from it. To me at the time and, even today, he was just Richie. Nothing more and nothing less. However, now that I liked cock a tad, I saw the sexual possibilities and that turned me on. That and the fact that I was now picturing fucking someone. I had to know what that was like, for I hadn't, so far anyway, fucked anything but my fist. Five fingered Mary. Like The Duke, I also had a clubhouse. Whereas his clubhouse was in a house, mine was in the basement of an apartment building. My father, the building's super, had set aside an 8' x 12' storage room for my personal use, complete with a lockable door. It was where Richie and I whacked off. It was also where I raised many types of tropical fish, kept all my books, board games, my stamp collection, and sundry other items. It was furnished, if you could call it that, with 6 fish tanks of varying sizes, a large bookcase, a two-seated settee, two folding chairs, and a table for board game playing. If it matters, the floor was gray painted concrete and three of the walls were wooden planks. One wall, the street-facing wall, was brick. It was the only wall that had paint on it, a pure white. There was also a one-foot by three-foot mirror hung on the inside of the door. There were only two ways to get down to the basement. The elevator, which was less than 20 feet from my clubhouse, and a door about 40' away. No one ever used the door, including my father, for it was old and made a helluva noise when opened. Thus, I could hear anyone coming down to the basement simply by listening for the elevator doors to open. The only reason any of the tenants had to venture down there was to do their laundry. This occurred rarely because most folks had a washer and dryer in their apartments. Thus, I was rarely ever bothered in my private little haven. Anyway, I was in my clubhouse when I heard the elevator come down. A moment later I heard the my secret knock: Knock, knock, knock. Three short raps. Clever, eh? I opened the door and there stood Richie, looking bright and chipper. "Hey, man, what's happening?" he said, sauntering in. I wasted no time. "Nothing, cuz," I said jovially. "I was just getting ready to deal out some cards. You want a hand?" He knew what I meant and said, "Sure!" Masturbation, here we come! I locked the door and went to get the French deck. When I had them and turned back around I saw he had wasted no time, either. He was plopped out on the settee, his shorts and underpants down around his ankles, and his cock wobbling in his hand. Aside from his blue tee shirt, he was now basically naked. Can you set the stage for a seduction any better than this? Yes. Add my hardon to the stage. OK. Done. I pulled up a folding chair and placed it about a foot closer to him than I normally did. I was now less than 3' away from where he sat. If he noticed the difference, he didn't bother to mention it. With my back to my chair, I slowly pulled off my shorts and underpants. I didn't rush it because I wanted to check his reaction. I watched his face. Yep, he had glanced at my cock. For more time than would be considered polite, if you get my drift. I stood there a minute or so, my erection pointing right at his face, and made some small talk concerning the French cards. As I yammered away he was taking little sneak peeks at my dick and I noticed his own cock was getting fairly erect. Still standing in front of him I said, "Man, oh, man, my cock is exceptionally hot today. Guess it's 'cause I haven't given it a yank in a while." "Shit," he said. "I haven't beaten mine in over two weeks! Been too busy with family crap, you know?" I nodded and said, "Wow, you must have some load built up!" I was still standing, but now I was massaging my dick and balls. Right in front of him. He was doing the same to himself. "Yeah," he said. "It's gonna be a two tissue day!" I laughed. He laughed. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. My mouth felt dry. My legs felt wobbly. His mouth must have felt dry, too, because he kept running his tongue over his lips after talking. With trembling hands, I gave him part of the deck. My legs got even wobblier, so I sat down. I didn't miss the fact that his eyes had followed my crotch from standing to sitting. He pulled his eyes off of me and put them on the cards in his hands. His free hand was now massaging his plump cockhead as he gave the cards the once over. I let a minute go by and then started the ball rolling. "I guess, Richie, by now you know that I'm The Duke's boy, dontcha?" The mere mention of The Duke had an electrifying effect on him. His eyes opened wide and he stared at me. He looked nervous. He stopped massaging his cock. "Y . . . Yeah, I know." was all he said, trying to compose himself. I felt he was ready to be led down the primrose path. "Tell me, Richie, how'd you find out?" A natural question, I thought, to get things going. He said, "Oh, I dunno, it's all around." Then he made a mistake by saying, "Maybe The Duke spread the word, you know, for his reputation." Talk about opening the door. "No, Richie, it wasn't The Duke. Shit, he plays it real cagey and doesn't want anyone to know. He hasn't even told me to mow that fucked up lawn of his for fear that someone sees me. Nah, it wasn't The Duke." I paused for effect. "I know! Maybe it was that Halverson kid. You know, the one who lives next door to Duke who's always poking his fat face out of his upstairs bedroom window?" Richie nodded and said, "Yeah, could be him all right." I pressed further. It was time to take the gloves off a tad. "Then again, Richie, you've been to The Duke's clubhouse a few times and no one is going around saying you're The Duke's boy. Right?" I waited, letting it sink in. "Ri . . . ri. . . right. I guess it wasn't Halverson, after all." He was sweating now. His prick had gone limp even though he was still fondling it. He knew I knew and I was now ready to move in for the kill. "Rich, don't be embarrassed! Duke told me all about your little visits. It's no big deal." I paused, gauging his reaction. "So you sucked his cock. So what? I did, too! It's no big deal! And you only did it a few times, he's got me doing it every day, come rain or come shine." "Really?" He seemed greatly relieved by my "confession." I noticed that his cock was beginning to harden up again. Good boy, Richie. Hang in there with me. We're halfway home. "Oh, yeah, cuz, every fucking day. Just like old Robbie used to do for him. You could say I've replaced Robbie as The Duke's personal cocksucker." I waited for this new confession to take hold. "Do . . . do . . . do you like doing it? Like Robbie did?" He had a full erection now. "Yeah. It's different, if you know what I mean?" He nodded. Yeah, he sure knew what I meant! I went on, "And it feels good, too. Why wouldn't it? So I like doing it. Didn't you like doing it?" The pregnant moment had arrived. Would he balk or join my team? "Well, kinda, I guess. It was different. Well, not the first time, maybe, but . . . " It was time to delve a little deeper with my new teammate. "Yeah, me, too. I almost upchucked the first time, though. That fucking Duke has a dick like a horse, doesn't he?" He nodded, so I added. "I almost choked on the frigging thing. Did you choke on it, too?" Again I waited. A short while passed before he spoke. "Yeah, he's fucking large, all right! I thought I'd choke to death when he told me to swallow all of it." Richie was opening up to me. I laughed and said. "Yeah, me, too. But I managed to do it. Did you?" "Yeah, kinda. But Duke was pissed that I couldn't take the last inch!" Richie was getting into it now. "But, man, it was just too fucking big! How'd you do it?" I grinned. He couldn't be riper, could he? School was in session and I had a rapt pupil. True, I was feeling very predatory, but I didn't let that get in the way of anything. I sensed that he was up for it and it was only a matter of time. I told Richie how to suppress the gag reflex and that by going very slowly, half-inch at a time, it was easy. Richie listened with open ears and a fascinated look on his face. He nodded here and there as I outlined how to deep-throat someone's dick. I stood up, turned sideways to him, and moved a foot closer. My hardon was pointing straight out. For his benefit I forced it to twitch up and down. Then I pointed to a place on cock and said, "See? When your mouth gets to around here, that's when the cock hits the gag reflex." I quickly checked his face. He was staring at my erection. "That's the time to start going real slow." Fuck it was time to get it on. I turned toward him, my hard cock less than a foot from his face. I didn't miss the subtle fact that he hadn't instinctively pulled back. Not an inch. In fact, he had actually moved forward on the settee, toward my dick. God, my mouth was dry! I licked my lips while I fondled my cock in front of him, and said, "Well, since we're both members in the Duke's cocksucker club, how about I show you how to do it, to take the whole enchilada? OK?" The ball is in your court, Richie. All he said, while fondling his dick, was, "OK." I knew he thought that I was going to drop to my knees and start blowing him, while spouting instructions, but I had other plans. I moved in even closer to his face, my hardon pointing directly at his lips. "Now, Rich," I said, pushing my cockhead to within an inch of his lips. "Put your mouth on it and don't move forward until I tell you to. OK?" He looked puzzled as he looked up to me. "OK, I . . . I guess," he said. "But you are gonna do me, too, aren't you?" He wanted to make sure the deal was going to be reciprocal. I was home. Score one for me. "Absolutely! But I want to teach you to take it all before you drop your load so you don't lose your, uh, your inspiration. Get it?" He nodded. It made sense to him, somehow. I, myself, had no fucking idea what I meant, but it had worked. I stood there and waited for the longest minute of my life. Then he leaned forward and put his right hand on the base of my stiff cock. It was elecrifying! I trembled immediately and let out a moan. He leaned in more and put his mouth on my cock's blood filled head. Wow! His mouth felt fantastic. The first mouth I'd ever felt on my cock. It was so hot and so wet. But toothy, too fucking toothy. "Richie! You're teeth are scraping me! Try to hide them behind your lips." He complied and I didn't feel his teeth at all after that. He continued sucking on me. Damn, I thought, it won't take me long to blow my nuts. I had to concentrate on my tropical fish to make sure I finished our little deep-throat lesson. After he had gone up and down on my cock a few times, driving me wild in the bargain, I told him to go the distance. I must be a good teacher for he hardly gagged at all. On only his second attempt I could feel his nose touch my pubic hairs. He was breathing heavily through his nose, as I had told him to do. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. It felt just too damn good. I reached out and tilted his chin up a bit. Looking him right in the eyes, I said, "Now, Richie, when I unload we don't want it to go straight to your gut. Do we?" Looking right up at me, he shook his head from side to side on my dick. "So, when I'm ready, you make sure that only the head is in your mouth. OK?" He nodded on my dick. "Good. Now suck it real good, taking it all on every third up and down stroke, and when it's ready to shoot I'll tell you and you get up to the head. OK?" Again, he nodded up and down on my dick, but this time adding an, "Mmm hmm." As he worked it, alternating with deep-throat and cockhead workings, I told him to roll his tongue around the underside. "That adds great pleasure," I said, "as you'll see when it's my turn to do you." He complied and went back to sucking me off, adding his tongue to the action. My lips were still dry, so I ran my tongue over them. I looked down at his bobbing head and I could hardly believe it was happening. Here he was, willingly, sucking me off. I stole a glance in the mirror from the door. I had positioned it to the side of the settee and could now see that his eyes were tightly shut. I tested my command voice. "Richie! Open your eyes!" I watched as he obeyed. "Good," I said. "When your eyes are closed you miss out on seeing what it is you're sucking on. Understand?" I watched him nod on my dick in the mirror. What fun! I reached out and took his head in both hands. As I deep-throat mouth fucked him I told him to play with my balls with his other hand. He complied, fondling my nutsack gently and expertly. As I sawed my cock in and out of his hot mouth he was gurgling and making slurping sounds with his lips. I was alternately my view of him by looking down at him and catching him in the mirror. Man, it was a hot scene! I was so hot. Then my moment came. "Now! It's ready! Here it comes!" He moved his mouth up to the cockhead area, like an obedient student, and waited. He didn't have long to wait. I busted out a deluge of cum. As I moaned up a storm I heard him moaning, too. He was obviously liking it as much as I was. It was obvious to me in the mirror view. I counted my spurts. Seven. More than my usual five. He had had a cum bath, no lie. I heard him audibly swallow three times and on the last swallow he moaned loudly. No doubt about it, Richie, like me, enjoyed sucking on a cock. And it's cum reward, too. When my last spurt was finished, I told him to keep sucking. "Get every drop, Richie!" He did, moving his mouth up and down my cock as it deflated itself. I pulled it from his mouth and sat down, drained and weak in the knees. He sat there just blinking and licking his lips, a stoned look on his face. "You did great, Rich! You took it all the way! Tell me, did you enjoy it, too?" He nodded, still blinking and licking his lips. I noticed that he had lost his hardon. He finally spoke. "Fuck," he said, laughing a bit. "You shot a lot! I thought you were gonna fucking drown me!" I laughed. He laughed. One cocksucker down, one to go. I left the chair and knelt between his knees and reached for his cock. As I put my hand around it, I said, "You ready for your turn?" I asked. "Yeah." was all he had in him to say. I leaned forward, but instead of taking his limp cockhead in my mouth, I aimed my head lower and put my mouth on his balls. He twitched in his seat, let out a grunt and then a moan, one right after the other. Now, when he had been doing me, I could have told him to suck my balls, but I didn't want to push things. That would come later. I looked up at him. "The trick is to get the balls nice and sloppy wet. Get lots of saliva in your mouth. Adds to the overall pleasure. Feel good?" He nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, man, it feels great!" I went back to sucking on his nuts, slopping them up real good. His cock twitched and started expanding, the cockhead pushing against my tongue. Richie instinctively reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, one on each side of my head. As he did, he moaned and moved forward slightly. It was time to suck him off. I took his semi-erection into my mouth and immediately deep-throated it. I stayed with my lips glued to his pubic hairs for a moment or two and then I travelled my wet lips and tongue up his shaft and slathered up his plump cockhead. I pulled my mouth off of him. "Good and wet!" I said. He moaned in agreement. I wondered if he was thinking of The Duke just then. His wetter is better stuff. What the hell, I thought, I might as well throw that in, too. I said, "Remember what The Duke liked to say? The wetter the better?" He nodded and said, "Yeah!" He had remembered all right. And I now knew for sure that he had gotten Duke's dick and balls all sloppy wet, too. And just from his "Yeah! I knew he had enjoyed it. In an effort to discover if Richie would follow all my orders, I made up my mind, then and there, not to ask anymore. If he was compliant it would serve me well in future. Now, it should be mentioned that in a fair fight, Richie could easily kick my ass. But I sensed that he was a giver, a pleasurer, and being slaved a bit would appeal to him. Besides, he had followed all my commands thus far. "Stand up!" I commanded. Without protest, he stood up, his cock now fully erect and pointing at the ceiling. "Now, Richie, before I suck you off, I want you to tell me you loved sucking me off." He failed to speak, so I threw him a harsher command. "Say it! Now! How you loved sucking my cock!" Looking me right in the eyes, he said, " I loved sucking your cock!" Then he ad-libbed. "Yeah, I guess I did! It felt good. Especially when you had it all the way in. And I did that without choking. I even when you spurted in my mouth. That was good, too." OK. We're hot now. "You liked the taste of my sperm, too. Right?" He nodded and said, "Yeah, it's strange tasting, but not bad." I decided to explore even further. "Much better than The Duke's piss, right?" I waited. I wasn't sure if The Duke had pissed in his mouth or not, but Richie didn't know that. He thought for a moment and I suspected he was wondering if I knew The Duke has pissed in his mouth. Finally, he answered. With a question. "Did The Duke piss in your mouth, too?" Case closed, I rest my case. "Yeah," I confessed. "And now he does most every time. It tastes, ha ha, like piss, but you know, it does have an excitement to it. Don't it?" I waited with bated breath. "Yeah, it's real nasty tasting. But you're right, it was kind of a turn on, in a strange way. Know what I mean?" I nodded. Boy, did I ever. I decided to push things even further. "You feel like pissing now?" I said with the world's driest lips. He got my drift and said, "Yeah, I could probably piss now." Man, I knew I could! The trick now was to get him to go first. I brought out my commanding voice again. "Richie, you do me first and then I'll do you! Then I'll wash it down with some of your sperm. On your knees, Richie!" He offered no resistance whatsoever. As he started to kneel I had to pinch the base of my prick to stop it from pissing too early. I now had to piss something fierce. In a moment, my cock was in his mouth. I unpinched the base and started spuming piss. The Duke had taught him well. He swallowed rapidly and didn't spill a drop on the gray cement. I pissed and pissed and pissed, not holding back at all. He kept up royally, swallowing audibly throughout. When I was finished and had pulled my cock from his mouth, I saw him make a yucky face. "Man, I don't think I'll ever get used to the taste!" "You will, Richie, just like I have. I didn't like it at first, either." He nodded. Then it was his turn to piss. I took his now limp dick into my mouth and waited. Time was passing and I thought he might not be able to go, but then he suddenly started his flow. The warm, bitter liquid quickly filled my mouth so I swallowed. He too pissed like a fucking racehorse, but when he was finished I didn't let him pull it out. I held him firmly in my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled him toward me, and proceeded to blowjob him. He got into the swing of things immediately by placing both hands on my head. In no time he went from semi-limp to fully hard. His 7" plus circumsized erection felt fantastic to my mouth and lips. I liked how his cockhead was shaped with a highly pronounced flanged ridge. As my lips bounced over the ridge I couldn't keep from moaning in pleasure and ecstacy. I felt him go down my throat on one of his forward thrusts so I pulled his ass toward me even more. We soon had a nice rhythm going as he mouth fucked me, deep-throating me with each inward thrust of his ass cheeks. I could smell the hot musk aroma emanating from his balls. I was in cocksucker heaven! We did this for five minutes or so and then he said, "I can't hold back, man. Here it comes!" I scooted back to his cockhead. The head swelled up and a second later I felt his warm juicy cum splash the back of my throat. As he let out a deep moan, I ran my tongue side to side. Four more solid spurts joined the first one in the back of my mouth. My mouth was now totally flooded, my tongue swimming in his cum. I swallowed with a big gulp as he unloaded even more cum. He was right, he had a load stored up. A big one, for sure. He came so much I had to swallow four times! When he had finished, I vacuum sucked him for another minute or so, listening to his constant moaning. Man, it was great! I removed my mouth from his cock and stood up. "Rich, you fucker, I thought I was gonna drown!" He laughed. I laughed. Two guys just having fun together. We got dressed and I showed him the new Molly and Guppy babies that had come along in last few days. We bullshitted idly for a bit and then it was time for him to go home to dinner. However, I wanted some assurance that we would have some rematches. "So, Rich, you want to do this on a regular basis now, or what?" I waited, nervously. "Shit yeah," he said. "Why, didn't you really like it?" Ha ha. Like it? I loved it. "Oh, yeah, I liked it. And I sure want to do it again. How's tomorrow sound?" All he said was, "Great by me!" Then he greatly surprised and delighted me by adding, "And I'll try to steal a few of my old man's brewskies. It'll help us piss!" In shock, all I could say was, "Great!" He had swallowed my piss and my cum. And had loved it. I knew, then and there, that getting him into ass-pussy fucking would be a snap. He left and I was still hot so I jerked off, still tasting his piss and cum in my mouth. Shit, I didn't need no stinkin' French playing cards, either! I came a hearty load into my palm and licked it up. Yummy! From there on we got together for sex almost every day for five plus years. We tried 69 quite often and managed to shoot off at the same time more than not. Mouth pissiing had also become a regular thing. On our third get together, I introduced ass-pussy fucking to the picture. He took to it immensely. Sometimes we'd take turns screwing each other, cumming in each other's ass. Other times I'd screw him and then give him a blowjob. And vice versa. Of course, his ass wasn't virgin. After all, The Duke had fucked him, which was something we discussed. Seems he had, after the initial pain of The Duke's oversized prick, thoroughly enjoyed it. Sometime during the first three months, The Duke happened to see the two of us together so he dragged our cocksucking asses to his clubhouse. He had us go through sexual hoops. Richie and I 69ing. Fucking each other. And both of us working The Duke's cock and balls, then switching places. He'd ass-pussy fuck one of us and have the other guy blow the one being fucked. He pissed in both our mouths, individually and at the same time. He had us piss in each other's mouths, too, while he supervised. Many times, The Duke would fuck one of us while that one was fucking the other. He also liked it when one of us fucked the other in a missionary position on his sofa. Duke would sit in a chair in front of the sofa and direct. "Fuck him harder!" "Now put your arms around him and your legs around his back!" "Kiss each other!" Then he'd join in by putting his stiff cock between our faces and ordering us to take turns sucking on it. When he'd cum he would shoot in one mouth and tell that guy to spit it back and forth with the other guy. While he watched. In other words, name it and he most likely had us do it. After one particularly hot session with The Duke, Richie and I ended up sitting on the swings in the playground behind the Junior High School. We were all keyed up and were in no hurry to go home. So we smoked some cigarettes and threw the bull. At one point in the lame conversation, Richie said, sounding serious, "You think it's all over the school?" I still had the vision of what we had done with The Duke swimming around in my head so I asked stupidly, "What's all over the school?" "You, me, and what we do with The Duke." Oh, I thought. "Nah," I said. "We'd have sure heard something by now, dontcha think?" "Guess so." He didn't sound too convinced. "Why?" I asked. "You worried we'll be labeled sickos?" "Yeah. Kinda. Aren't you?" "No, man, we are sickos, so what's to worry about?" He laughed. I went on. "I know I'm a fucking sicko, that's a given! Christ, I keep thinking about your fucking cock and The duke's fucking cock all the fucking time! I was in the fucking grocery store with my Mom yesterday and got a fucking hardon from looking at a fucking salami!" He laughed. I then added, "And from the fucking bananas, too!" He laughed again. I had thrown in all the fucking this and fucking that for comic effect. "Bananas?" he said. "Shit, I'm way sicker than you are! I was eating a fucking banana the other day and fuck all if I didn't start to fucking suck on it!" I now laughed. "You think that's fucking sick?" I threw back. "Shit! The other day in fucking class I got one fucking hardon when the fucking teacher used the word 'come!' and another when she used the word 'shoot!'" He laughed. I laughed and continued, "Yeah, and then, fuck all, she used the fucking word 'prick' in a fucking sentence! I wanted to fucking jerk off right then and there!" He laughed. He asked, "How'd she use the fucking word 'prick' in a fucking sentence?" "She was telling us how it was a fucking good idea to get fucking flu shots, you know? Well, one fucking girl yelled out that she hated fucking needles and the teach said, 'Oh, don't worry my dear, all you'll feel is a little prick!' Talk about being a fucking sicko, I wanted to fucking yell, 'Oh, yeah, well, I'd rather feel a big prick if it's any of your fucking business, lady!' Now, how's that for a fucking sicko?" We both laughed. "Shit! I can top that!" Richie said. "Sometimes after one of our fucking sessions with the fucking Duke I go home and fucking dream about it! In fucking color, no less! There's you, me, and fucking Duke going at it. It's so fucking vivid it wakes me up! Most times with a fucking erection. Sometimes the fucking erection dies right away and I can go back to fucking sleep. Other times, the fucking dick won't die until I choke it to fucking death!" I busted out laughing. I had no more examples to throw out, so I said, "Well, brother sicko, who fucking cares? We love doing it and can't get enough. So what? Fuck 'em all, anyway!" "Right on, cuz!" Richie said. "Uh, tell me, since it's still early, you up for some, uh, oral?" "Here? Now?" "Yeah, why not? I'm horned up a bit. Ain't you?" I did feel stirrings. I looked around. Darkness was coming down, it being winter and all. Not a soul was in sight. They were all home getting set to eat dinner. In the semi-darkness I felt Richie's hand grope my crotch. "What the fuck," I said. "Whip it out, sicko!" He did and I knelt and went down on him. Then he went down on me. We then went home with cum loaded throats to have din-din with the family. Two fucking cum-loving sickos. From here on in, it was The Duke and the two of us. The Duke even had Richie turn tricks each weekend with the gay guys. Sometimes, we'd be offered as a twosome. Many times to a pair of gay twin brothers. And, throughout it all, Richie and I still got together in my basement clubhouse. Shit, we couldn't get enough hard cock! And hot cum. Young and dumb and fulla cum! Right on, sicko! And, In case you're wondering, yeah, it was Richie that was in the gay fuck film with me. But that's another story! End. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6): Gettin' Rich!

Author: Arthur Kay Title: The Stroker's Club Summary: Some years back, my wife Barbara and I got into the swinging scene. It all started with our friend, Joe, and next our first Stroker's Club get-together! Keywords: MF true cons het oral humor ill Group WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. The Stroker's Club! by Arthur Kay This story, unlike most of my other stories, will not go into too much explicit details along the suck and fuck lines. You know, for instance, "His cock head expanded as he unloaded his big, fat, 8" cock into her hot, wet mouth." There might be a bit of that as I write, to be sure, but right now I'm not sure just how much. But I guarantee it will titillate and tantalize you, if you have any blood in your veins at all, that is, for sexual imagery. My main focus, in this tale of truth, is to try to remember events accurately and without too much embellishment on my part. And it's too distracting for me to write about hot pussies and throbbing, pulsating cocks. I won't tell you just how many times I've had to stop writing in the middle of a particularly steamy scene, fresh from the keyboard, and go pull the plank. Yeah, just like the comedian who laughs at his own jokes, I get turned on by my own lewd and sordid imagination. I's human, Poppa! That said, shall I move it along? OK. Some years back, my wife Barbara and I got into the swinging scene. The group and orgy sex set, if you will. Didn't start out that way, but it sure got there mighty quickly. It all started with our first threesome. With our neighbor, a guy I'll call Joe, that Barbara confessed to me one night, kiddingly to be sure, that she had the hots for. Can't say I blame her as Joe was a hunka-dunka, if get me. Joe stood 6' 2ish" and was the muscular, semi-barrel-chested type, with lightly-haired legs on him that Barbara said she wouldn't mind licking up and down on. She liked to talk that way at times. Especially right after sex. And this was right after sex. Great sex, which we managed to achieve slightly more times than we failed. Well, my curiosity piqued, I asked her if she could (or had she all ready), picture herself with him doing the nasty. I expected a demure little nod, maybe, or an equally demure no-no shake of her head. I'm stupid that way sometimes. I leave the door wide open to her playfulness. "Fuck him? Fuck Joe? That godlike adonis? Fuck, I'd give a tit to fuck him!" She laughed, in that evil way she has sometimes and quickly added, "If I can have my hair permed and my nails done first, that is!" Playful is her middle name. But playful or no, I had the feeling there was a nub, a kernel, of truth in her statement. And, the knowledge of this had actually got my motor going again. It turned me on, our carnal playing with fire. And I was getting another woody growing on me. So I fucked her again, but this time I added some Joe chat to the act. I asked her if she thought he had a big dick. She said she did as she had seen a bulge on him on more than one time. I asked if she'd like his big cock in her mouth. In her pussy. In her ass. She play-acted (ha ha) and said yes to all three orifices suggested by me. I asked her if she would enjoy swallowing his cum. Again, she was in the affirmative. Well, man, we were both in heat about it all. The talking was firing us up in a way we hadn't felt before. Now, Barb was usually a quick-on-the-trigger cummer, usually having three or four good ones during even our quickies, but this night she was orgasmic beyond both our imaginations. At one point, just to give you a good idea, and as she was cumming, she hotly whispered in my ear: "Oh, God yes, I'd suck Joe's big prick and let him cum in my mouth!" And also, "And, if Joe wanted, I'd suck on his balls and lick his ass hole!" And, "Oh, God, Arthur, I'm becoming a fuck slut! I so want to fuck Joe! Would you like to see me fuck Joe? See his big cock in my mouth?" Man! My ass was on fire, fire with a capital F. I remember breathing hotly into her ear and whispering, as I fucked her heatedly, "Oh, yeah, darling, I'd love watching you suck and fuck Joe. It would turn me on immensely." Then I took the plunge and outright asked her, half hoping she'd disagree with me, "Want me to set it up? You, me, and Joe? Huh, should I? You want that, baby?" I was cumming right after the words were out of me as I heard her say, quite clearly, quite distinctly, "Yes, honey, set it up! Let's both do Joe. OK?" I nodded my head into her neck and collapsed on top of her. Our fate, as they say, was sealed. And though Joe didn't know it yet, his was, too. Well, with the heat still hot in me, and wanting to strike while the iron was hot, so to say, I showered, got dressed, and went and knocked on Joe's door. He invited me in and I pussy-footed all around the purpose of my visit, but Joe wasn't the stupid type. He got my implications real quick like, drawing the correct inferences in less time than it takes to type this sentence. A short while later, and there we were, the three of us, in our bedroom. I had set the overhead light's dimmer switch to low the minute Joe and I had entered the room. Joe, being behind me, got to see his first look at a naked Barbara as she lay there on our big, king-size bed in all her feminine glory, the low lighting casting eerie shadows all over her. What a sight! She looked as sexy as hell with her nipples looking up at the ceiling, her knees slightly raised up toward her chest and just slightly closed as if being coy and demure about it all. I knew she had douched during my absence and I could now see a slight dewdrop or two on her pussy, what little I could see of the cute, hairy little thing. "Hi, honey," I said. "You remember Joe, don't you?" I'm obvious at times. "Hi, Joe!" "Hello, Barbara, fancy meeting you here! Cum here often?" Joe could be playful, too, it seems, for he had stressed the word cum, just so no one confused it with the other spelling. The ice broken, ha ha, we got right to it. Joe and I stripped, to Barbara's oohs and aahs, which were said rather hoarsely, if I recall. Before he and I could approach the bed, Barbara got up and came to us. Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees and took two pricks into her hands. Two pricks, his super-fucking-hard, and mine, for some reason, not quite there yet. Still in the semi-boner stage. Nerves, I guess, from the newness of the whole thing. Here's a Polaroid I took of Joe sometime later on: As you can see, neighbor Joe hadn't been cheated in life. And see the position his dick's in? That is its home base. Pull it down, let it go and it springs rapidly back to home base. Lots of strong penile pressure there. Pressure that most pussies will tell you they likey, likey. At least Barb's said so and I've yet to hear it lie. Barbara told me one time that if she was sucking on Joe and let go of the base, she could feel his cock strongly pressing upward on her lip. Which my dick, being more the curvy-downy sort, didn't do to her. I felt a tad envious, but not at all jealous. Unless she fell in love and ran away with him, my attitude was: Hey, let her enjoy it, we only live once. I'm funny that way. Here's a pic of my almost 7" petunia: Well, she sucked us both a while and then I watched as the two of them simply devoured each other. No other word for it. Shit, I felt left out here and there and a tad of the old evil jealousy, too. But I was there to play and it had been my brilliant idea from the start . . . eh? So I joined in wherever it felt right and let myself go, even in spite of them kissing each other so passionately you'd swear it was their honeymoon night. And then Joe started fucking her, in the usual missionary style. I watched, fascinated, my cock in Barb's hot mouth in between their quite real kisses, as Joe introduced his iron-like rod to her pussy's entrance. At first, he gave her just and inch or two, as if teasing her, which had that effect on her for I heard her say to him, my dick an inch from her lips, "Cock me, Joe, all the way! You're driving me crazy, Joe!" She then grabbed his head in both hands and planted a wet, sloppy one on his lips. It appeared, ho ho, he returned the hot kiss, while bumping his forehead against my cock in the doing. I decided to play watcher and let no noise from me distract the two new lovers. I slipped out of bed, got a chair, and positioned it on one side of them. I now had a front row seat to my own live porno show, with my wife as the star. And a neighbor as her costar. With the smell of sex heavy in the air. And, as Joe fucked her, no, he really fucked her, I had the feeling, a sensation if you will, that neither one of them knew I was still in the room. Or, if they did, they didn't give a rat's ass. Not judging from the way they fucked. Man, did they fuck. Him pumping his ass ferociously, her bouncing her legs up and down, way out wide to the sides of him. My dick was flying in a furnace! And they were both moaning up a storm. At one point, she threw her legs around his back, squeezed him, and then drove them up on his frame as far as she could. The moan that came out of her was un-fucking-earthly. She was cumming, no two ways about it. Then Joe grunted and, without a word, appeared to be cumming, too, almost to the same second she had. They were cumming together, and me, the dick-holding audience, soon joined them, spurting my red hot seed into my hot, little palm. Without making a sound. I watched them in their afterglow. Joe was still in her. I watched as his ass cheeks seemed to squeezed themselves together and push forward into her. As he did, I heard that cum moan escape her lips once more. He had to be still super-hard, the rat bastard with the steel-spring dick. Well, we did it once more that evening, with me taking center stage between her legs as Barb fellated Joe's home base-seeking prick, not more than a few inches from my head. As I fucked in and out of her, my head alongside hers, I could feel her head bobbing up and down on him. From time to time, I'd even take a good, long look. What a turn on it was! I had just cum and was nestling there inside of her when Joe came. I watched her take him in and swallow all he had to offer. While I watched her lips around that fat head of his, I noticed her eyes were wide open and staring into his pubic area. I made a mental note to ask her later if she did the same with me. I kind of suspected she did. And, later, I found it was so. She liked to see the prick going in and out of her mouth and enjoyed seeing pubic hairs up close and very personal like. Well, we wound up the session with a drink in the nude and Joe went home, with the promise made to him for many rematches to come. A short while later, I fucked Barbara again. Our first third timer since our honeymoon nights in the Bahamas. And we talked as we fucked, all about Joe and his prick and what it had done to her. And what she would do with it down the road. Mmmm, did we talk that night! Zowee! Well, folks, that's how it all began. Our first threesome, with Joe coming over once a week, my idea, for his rematch. Barbara denied it, but I have a feeling, a strong one, that she would have fucked that sweet, old boy every night of the week and twice on Sunday, had someone just up and asked her to. But, if the once a week routine frustrated her in any way, she never showed it to me. Which, although I didn't think I needed it, made me feel more secure in the whole affair, if you get my drift. We partied this way with Joe for over three years before it had to end because he got transferred to Guam by the Navy, his career. We got together with him only two more times after that when he came to town on leave. Which flattered Barb no end when you consider his main family lived a thousand miles from us and he had stopped by our place for the first three days of his vacation. And then, one night, we started branching out . . . * * * * * * WE'D READ ABOUT A PLACE on the other side of town, where you could go and find a third, a fourth, and even a football eleven, for hanky- pankying. So, we dropped by one night, hoping for the most and also expecting the least. What will be, will be, was our attitude. To keep it short, we wound up that first night with a guy I'll call Jim. I won't go into any more detail other than to say it was wonderful. With many more rematches to come. And they did come. And we came, too. Ha ha. At some point, Jim told us all about the Stroker's Club. A large group of amiable couples that met once a month, on a Saturday evening, out on Long Island. He'd been a member for years he said, pun intended, and convinced us to give it a go. Which we did one Saturday evening. Jim introduced us to two folks who went by the names of Mr. and Ms. Stroker, the host and hostess of the whole shebang. And, I assume but never really found out, the owners of the mansion-like house they had their parties in. Damn place had so many rooms you needed a map just to find any one particular bedroom. Big place. The Strokers explained the lay of the land to us. And it was simple. No meant no. Don't push it. Yes meant yes, so go fuck your brains out. And, as Ms. Stroker told us, only the guys could do the asking. This struck Barb as a tad chauvanistic, so she asked why? The answer was also simple. Because guys couldn't cum as frequently as the women can, why have a guy, who's all fucked out and as dry as a bone, have to say no, no, no, all friggin' night when all he wants to do is watch? Made perfect sense to me. And I just loved asking, or begging, if it came to that. Aside from the usual 'show respect at all times' advice, the only other rule I remember is everyone had to be naked, with no exceptions, and stay naked until 3:00 am, close it up time. Which sat fine with me. Jim then led us to a fairly large room just busting out with lockers. We were to pick one with a key hanging out of it, strip, store our gear, and put the key, which had an elastic band attached, on our wrists. It felt like being at a public swimming pool. But one where all the swimmers and sunbathers were about to fuck each other. Naked now, with socks being optional, we went to a room where we could hear soft music being played. I don't know what I expected, but when Jim opened the door and ushered us through, my mind blew a fuse. There had to be sixty or seventy naked people in there, all sucking and fucking and kissing and groping and laughing and giggling and talking and whispering and yelling and moaning and, well, man the scene was mind-boggling! I think you can imagine it, can't you? After the overall scene had jiggled my brain to death, the first couple I kind of zeroed in on was a gorgeous blond sucking the huge dick of a very handsome, virile-looking black guy. I stole a glance at Barb. She had her eyes locked on an attractive duo who were fucking la the missionary on a floor mattress, a futon, if you will. And obviously, they were very into it. And each other. Jim said, "You like?" Succinct, I thought. Barb nodded, but I was too fucking busy throwing my eyes all around. I think I grunted something positive, but I can't be sure after all this time. We all then went further into the room, with Jim leading us. Long story short, I fucked two yes-saying ladies that first night and Barb found it in her to say yes to no less than six askers of the male persuasion. Those six, she sucked and fucked. There were two more guys she gave cum-swallowing blowjobs to. Eight men in all for the sweet chickie. God, it made me wish I had been born female! Or at least have their selfish ability to cum, cum, cum all night long. But, hell, I ain't really comlaining. After my second load had been delightfully deposited, I decided to do a room-by-room reconnaisance, a Cook's tour if you will. I had long since lost sight of Barb, but I knew she was there somewhere, some place, in some room, sexing her sweet overcharged ass off. Most rooms were simple. Mattresses and folding chairs. With wall-to- wall rugs and wall-to-wall fornicators. At some point, I stumbled into a room devoid of people, which surprised me no end. The only furniture in the place was a long table covered with books, pamphlets, and what looked like personal notes. All four walls were covered in those foot square cork tiles and the cork had hundreds of 3" x 5" file cards push-pinned into it. I went closer and saw they were all of a sexually personal bent. Some were yellowed with age, but most looked recently penned and pinned. Here's but a sampler: Cpl > M/F-bi for a 3rd. Call 555-1111 after 7 pm Wed. NHB! (I found out later, NHB stood for No Holes Barred, which meant anal was OK. The lack of a -bi after the M indicated the guy was straight. The wife in this case was bi-curious and wanted a reciprocal gal.) Cpl > GB, any color, NHB, 10 or more, Call blah, blah, etc. (GB, of course, is Gang Bang. And, obviously, I hope, the gangbang was tacitly understood to be for the wife and not her hubby.) Suckafest girl avail. Any #, loves to swallow!!! Call, blah, blah. Name yer poison and you could probably find it on a card. I read a few dozen more, which made me woody up again, but I decided to save it for when Barb and I would have our fuck and talk session later on. Most of the cards I read were of this ilk with the only exceptions being one for someone who liked pissing into the female mouth and one for a woman who said she could show anyone, man or woman, how to fuck a dog. For $100 for three lessons, she'd even supply the dog, a large- cocked critter, so she said. The puppy wuppy had 7 fucking inches! And could fuck all night, if you gave him a biscuit here and there! (I added the biscuit bit, it wasn't on the card!) But on the card was directions to the table, where one could pick up a copy of her EZ reading treatise on the whole matter. I gotta admit, I did give it a quick scan. Surprisingly, I found it quite fascinating and doable even. And, when I read the dog could be trained to suck pussy, for eternity it seemed, I made a mental note to tell Barb. After all, she's been a dog lover all her life! And, because she can knit, it would be a snap to make them doggy mittens to stop the scratchies. I'll bet the dog lady even sold 'em, or if not, at least the pattern to make them. Well, since it's truth time, I'll lay truth on you. Yeah, after reading the dog lady's paper, Barb decided to give it a whirl. "What the fuck," she said. "It sounds crazy, but highly sex-charged." So we did it, all three lessons. Barbara fucked the poochy three times and he ate her out a bunch of times. She even let him ass fuck her once. At all times, of course, with his cute little booties on. And, lordy, lordy, at the dog lady's insistence, and my perverted urgings, Barb sucked him. Four times over the three sessions. And, as the dog lady had forewarned us, dogs don't just cum once. They cum from beginning to end, in one long cumathon. And, as Barb said after her first mouthful of doggy jizm, it tasted very much like a human man, perhaps a tad stronger. The dog lady told us all about the dog's "knot," a penile phenomenon that swells inside the female, if allowed to, and is a bitch to get out. Nearly impossible without great pain to the female. To the dog, too, I can only guess. So, she said, if the knot ever gets accidentaly expanded inside, you'll just have to wait 30 to 40 minutes until the damned thing dies down. Of course, the dog lady had a solution to this knotty problem, but I won't go into detail here. Suffice it to say, it worked and Barb never got knotted up. Well, old Barb wanted us to get a dog! A big dog. With a big dick. The dog lady would help us in choosing a large-cocked breed. Well, I was game, why not? However, we lived in an apartment building that had the No Pets clause in our lease. There would be no fucking doggy for us. Pun meant. Barb saw the light and agreed it was a no-go. However, twice, and on her birthday, I paid the dog lady $25 skins to let Barb have her fun. In time, the novelty wore away and Barb was content to stick with us human males. Now, the Stroker's Club had many special events from time to time. I'll run by them rather quickly. Ten chosen women would lock arms and form a cirlce, each woman facing outward. They then would unlock arms and get on their knees. All the men, in a line, would come up and get blown for a bit. The bit's length being governed by the sound of someone playing softly on bongo drums piped in. For about a minute, I estimate. When the drums stopped, each man moved one woman to the right. Then it was drums, move, drums, move, etc. Until each woman had had all the men who were there that evening. I estimated that each woman had had over thirty dicks in her mouth, my Barb among them here and there. Maybe more, as I didn't do an exact count. Because this event happened first thing in the evening's proceedings, all the men had large loads stored up in them. Partly from the suggestion by the Stroker's to not have an orgasm for three days prior to party time. Most men complied. I know I did. Well, when it got down to the last ten men, the girls had to fellate them to orgasm and swallow. From time to time, I found myself as one of the lucky ten and it was just delicious dropping a three-day old, built-up load into a hot, willing mouth. You could hear lots of gurglings going on. But even being a side watcher was great fun. What a scene! Ten gorgeous and naked babes sucking every guy in the house, one after the other, to the sounds of soft bongos. And, should this unreal scene bore you, you could cast your eyes around the room and see people fucking and sucking and doing all sorts of nasty shit. Talk about your eye candy! One night, when Barb was part of the circle, and as I watched her sucking to beat all, a luscious redhead, a woman I hadn't noticed before, sidled up to me and just stood there, fingering her pussy and playing with her nipples. She ran her tongue over her lips as if advertising sex here, get your sex right here, no waiting. I felt she was fishing for an asking and wanted me to play asker. I felt very flattered, but I wasn't ready to fuck yet. Watching Barbara, what I really wanted was a blowjob. So I asked her, with that restriction being said. She readily agreed by falling to her knees in front of me and placing her mouth on my nut sack. What a mouth on the lady! Hot and wet and experienced. And, after drenching Ike and Mike, she showed me why deep-throat was her middle name. And why God had really given women a mouth and a tongue. You thought it was to talk, I'll bet. Nosirree Bob! Women only talk to keep themselves from their basic mouthic instinct: Using that mouth like a heat-seeking missile to find the nearest cock to devour. Shit, if women didn't chatter incessantly, we men would have to live our lives pantless. And with dicks so bone dry they'd resemble a six-month old cadaver's! Ouch! Another night they had was similar in nature, but this time the ten women laid on the floor, on futons, on their backs, in a circle, and fucked every man in attendance. Again, the last ten guys being the lucky ones and allowed to go to orgasmic completion. But the other guys never complained, to my knowledge, anyway. Sometimes, one woman would be picked, by lottery, to do a suckathon. In the dark, so to speak. They would put a plywood board, with a four inch hole in it at cock height, against a door to a bathroom. She would go into the bathroom and fifteen men, again by lottery, would go up, stick their erection through the hole and get fellated by her. And, because each man had exactly fifteen bongo-timed minutes for his turn, this event lasted almost four hours. A suckathon, for sure. And, because the dear Stroker's kept a record of it all, the overall winner for speed was a tiny little gal with over-sized breasts. She clocked in at three hours and four minutes, flat out. Four other women were mere minutes behind her in the scoring aspect. Hell, with all those talented mouths, I would have figured on there being way more. There was also a double penetration night. Very similar, except the ten ladies got the bonus of having the last ten doubled to twenty. Real fun. And they also held what they called "Mask Hour Night" every now and then. Mask Hour Night was one of our favorites. It was an hour or so of sexual mystery, sensuality and, as Barbara usually put it, sexual magical. A term she had gotten from a few get togethers with a group of practicing black arts magicians, who followed the teachings of Alistair Crowley. Crowley practiced and wrote about what he called sexual magic. Wherein sex was used in the practicing part. Women were told that they could get magical powers from male sperm just by swallowing it. Those fucking magicians! What a con! What a scam! What a delicious concept! It had convinced Barbara! She said she never felt more magical in her life. Mask Hour Night was an attempt by the Stroker's to make people guess, just like that TV foolishness called Mr. Personality, where Monica Lewinsky plays host. To this extent, they strove to make everyone as much alike as possible. Everyone, upon arrival, was given a black kimono style unisex robe, a black mask that hid everything but your lower face, and a black shower cap. One of the rules was you had to keep the robe on and belted up. You could, of course, push the front of the robe to the sides, which allowed you to be bodily exposed from the neck down. You were paired off with someone other than your mate and told to go and have fun any place within the house. You had one hour to do whatever the two of you could dream up. Without talking! That was verboten as it might give clues to you as to who you were shtumping. A downer. During this hour, they would pipe in sexy songs by the likes of Barry White and others of that ilk. And, cleverly I thought, they had the decibel level at a point to where the song would rhythym pound in your head. If you brought your own portable tape player with headphones, they would give you a tape of the exact same songs. Now, while Barb and I had fucked many times at home listening to Barry, being at the Stroker's seemed to add a magical dimension to it that being home couldn't reach. Perhaps the added attraction of seeing people in all kinds of sexual fiddlings, all around you, played a part. The men liked Mask Hour Night, but the women loved it. Way much more than the men. When I asked Barbara why this was so, she said women were more into fantasy fulfillment than men and loved the thrill of being sexed by a somewhat stranger in a mask. I said, "Shit, woman, from now you're married to the Lone Fucking Ranger!" Damned if I didn't go and buy me one of the Stroker's black masks. $2, no tax. Yeah, no doubt about it, the women got off on it more than the men. Especially afterward. They would chatter away at who did they think they had had that hour? I'd hear stuff like, "It was Charlie, I'm sure of it. No, wait, couldn't be Charlie. Yeah, it was Charlie. No . . ." And so on. The men, on the other hand, sounded like this, "Who'd you have tonight, Jack?" "Fuck if I know!" "Yeah, me too!" Verbum sap and finito, Jack. I remember one Mask Night Hour in particular. Oh, I forgot and should have mentioned this earlier. The lighting throughout the place was kept to a bare minimum, almost cave-like if you will. Well, anyway, this one night I'm doing doggy-style with a luscious- assed blond, just pumping my enjoyment into her, when I see, less than fifteen feet away, a woman who looks very much like my Barbara, on her knees sucking off a guy with an incredibly large pecker. Ten inches wouldn't be a bad guess. I didn't know for sure if it was her, wouldn't bet my life it was, but she had her hands on his ass cheeks and was squeezing and pulling him into her face. He had one hand, the hand on the other side of her head that was away from my view, on the back of her neck. He was pulling her head toward his crotch area. Even in the dim light, I could see they had a very nice sexual cadence taking place. Ooh, was it hot to see! Picture all those opened black kimonos, the dim lighting, the music, the sex going on all around you and, if you're a male, your hard dick in the hottest, wettest pussy your perverted mind can dream up. Got that picture? Well, fucker, triple it, 'cause real life is beyond pictures of any kind, no matter how vivid you think your imagination is. As I pumped that sweet womanly ass in front of me, her black robe thrown loosely and carelessly over her back, with her moaning out continually, and me watching what could be my Barbara, I thought I had died and gone to fuck heaven. And, what added to my enjoyment was just as I was cumming, the could- be-Barbara's guy was yelling. At least I think it was him. Yeah, I'm kinda sure. He yelled out, "Now, baby, now, hold still and swallow me, swallow all of me. There. You feeling it?" Or words to that effect. Then I saw him remove his hand from her neck, place it with his other behind his back, and just stand there, ramrod stiff, as he unloaded in her mouth. Her hands were still kneading his ass cheeks. Perhaps it was a trick of the lighting, but I thought I actually saw his dick twitching. But I know for sure I saw the woman's neck swallow. Twice. Then the two of them went their separate ways and disappeared into the night. I asked Barb later on if she had been that woman, even describing the lurid scene in what I thought was quite a vivid recollection. Seeing that I wasn't absolutely certain who the woman was, my bitch wife got playful with me. She said something like, "Did his cock have a tattoo on it? Of a penguin?" A penguin? A fucking penguin? What man has his most cherished possession tattooed with a snow bird in a tuxedo? I told her how the fuck would I know? She continued her playfulness, seeming to enjoy her sweet ass self. "Well, let's see, did he have light pubic hair or dark?" I answered light, foolishly thinking I was on to something here. "Was his pubic hair kinda ash blond or was it more like strawberry blond?" What? I thought. How many men had she had in that small hour segment? I wouldn't know my ash from my strawberry if push came to shove, and I told her so. I was starting to get the drift that she was funning with me. "Did his legs shake and tremble when he came?" I got playful right back. "Don't remember, as my brain was buried in wet pussy at the moment and it couldn't see anything but solid black. Although I could tell you what it felt like while using that braille it possesses!" Hee hee, I can give as well as get. Well, anyway, I never got the truth out of her, if she even knew what the truth was. She had been, she acknowledged, in the same room I had been in at one time during the hour, but was cagey about what she did and with whom she did it with. The playful bitcharoony said she couldn't remember, exactly, if she had swallowed a guy in that room or not. Could be. Maybe not. The only concession she gave me, if you can term it that, was, yes, she had swallowed a few guys that night. Three? Four? She couldn't say. When she said to me, 'How could I really tell when they all looked alike to me!' I took a tad of male umbrage and told her, "Honey, all men's dicks are different, you know that . . . dontcha? Some are straight, some curve upward, some . . . " She stared at me and said, "Oh, yeah, you dummy, I know they are! I meant the fuckin' rooms." Ha ha, she was right, many of so-called the rooms did have a sameness to them. Little furniture save beds and mattresses. Oh, and a few folding chairs here and there. And there you have it, folks, as much as my memory as I can recall at this late hour about our shenanigans at the Stroker's Club. If you'd like to hear more, feedback me, and I'll do my damndest to dredge my memory lane for your reading entertainment. Happy stroking! The End.

Cynthia Palmers New Life Chapter 7, Night At The Porn Shop By redlegtiger [email protected] After talking with the owner of the porn shop, Rob and cynful began to shop. Cynthia giggled and acted like a girl in her favorite toy store as they went from aisle to aisle. When they got to the clamps section, she took one of every different combination of clamps. Giggling and smiling at Rob. She went up to him and whispered in his ear, Just wait until you get a chance to try all of these on your little doggy slut hehehehe cynful went to the dildo section next. She picked up a nice leather brief case that, when she opened it, had every size dildo in it from a fairly small five inch long, one inch diameter dildo to a fourteen inch long, three inch diameter dildo. There were a total of six in the case. There was also a total of six butt plugs in the case as well. All of the dildos and butt plugs had a vibrator included in them. After almost reverently running her hand over the dildos, cynful threw them into the bag that Rob had. cynful turned back around and saw a silver dildo with a control on it. She picked up the package and saw that it said training dildo. cynful turned around and held it up to Rob and said, I think that we should definitely get this dildo. That way I can wear it while Im at class and train my cunt muscles to be nice and strong so I will always keep it nice and tight for you. What do you think? Rob answered, I think thats a wonderful idea. I wouldnt want that sweet cunt of yours to permanently lose its wonderful tightness. Make sure you get a set of each of the electrical dildos too. cynful turned around and grabbed the dildos that Rob had pointed too and dumped them into the bag. The bag was getting full so they went up to the counter and traded it with the clerk for an empty bag. They were just turning around to continue shopping when the door to the store opened and in walked an older woman with a large Rotweiller. cynful looked at the dog with lust in her eyes. She started getting excited. She turned to Rob and looked at him with all of the lust and hope that she had. She didnt say a word because before she could Rob said, Go ahead you little dog slut. Have a go. Im sure all of the customers would enjoy the show. cynful turned to go but quickly turned back and said, Why dont you go get Teddy and bring him in. Its obvious we can bring him in and they wont say anything. Im sure he hates being locked up in the car. cynful walked over to the mistress, who had just walked to the dildo section that they had come from. She walked up behind the woman who was now crouching down and picking up the biggest of the dildos and holding them in front of the dog. There were about six different types of very large dildos that she picked up and held in front of the dog one after the other. When she did she would say in a kind of baby talk, What do you think of this one my lover boy? Is this the one you want to use on mommy? Is it boy? It was on the fourth dildo that the dog barked and took the dildo in his mouth, balls first with the business end sticking straight in front of its nose. Cynful couldnt help but giggle at the funny site. The woman quickly stood up, blushed in embarrassment and looked at cynful. Before the woman could say anything, cynful held out her hand. When the woman hesitantly extended hers to shake it, cynful said, I was just admiring your dog here. Would you let me have a go at him? Please? The woman looked at cynful as if she had just grown horns. She asked, You want to fuck my Brutus? Here? In the store? cynful got down on her knees in front of the big dog and hugged it. With her arms around the dog she looked up at the woman with pleading eyes and said in a raspy, lustful whisper, Oh yes. He is such a beautiful animal. I cant wait to get his cock in me. The woman, rapidly overcoming her embarrassment said, I think youre in for a surprise. My Brutus here is a specially trained stud. He will give you a wonderful ride. You have to do whatever he wants with you, if you do this. I also want you to do it up front where the customers can see you. cynful stood up and hugged the woman and thanked her. She headed to the front of the store and told the clerk to play some music for her to dance to. As soon as the music started, cynful began to dance seductively to the music. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse as she danced. It didnt take long for the customers to notice something going on at the front and began to congregate around the area where cynful was dancing. When she had the shirt unbuttoned, she pulled it open, exposing her tits to the crowd. Cheers went up as she exposed her tits. The cheers quickly turned to groans of disappointment as she pulled the blouse closed. She continued to sway to the music for a couple of strains and then she took the blouse off completely. She threw the blouse to Rob who was now standing there with Teddy on his leash. cynful continued to dance and began to work on her shorts. She slowly unbuttoned them. They all knew that she wasnt wearing panties immediately. There was nothing but bare skin showing, not a single tuft of pubic hair. When they saw her bare skin they cheered again. Cynful would have teased them some more but she was way too anxious to get to fucking the dog. She quickly began to pull her shorts down. She kicked them off in the direction of Rob and got down on her hands and knees. She called out, Brutus come Brutus. The woman holding Brutus leash knelt down, held the dildo in front of him and ordered, Fuck her Brutus. Fuck her good. Brutus took the dildo by the balls end in his mouth. He quickly bounded up to cynful and began poking the business end into her ass. She was surprised that he was trying to force the dildo into her instead of licking her like most dogs do. She was already excited from the dance and she wanted to be fucked so she reached back and lined up the dildo with her cunt. Brutus pushed forward and began to fuck the dildo in and out of her cunt. It was amazing, the way he made it go in and out like a real cock. Every once in a while he would force the fake cock all of the way into her cunt and begin to lick it and her ass. After a few minutes of that, he would take the base of the dildo in his teeth and begin to fuck in and out again. cynfuls excitement began to grow and grow. Brutus had been taught to take his human bitch to the edge with the dildo and then leave it in and stop. When he did, cynful yelled out, Nooooo dont stop. I need to cum. Fuck me Brutus, please fuck me. That was the command Brutus had been trained to wait for. He immediately launched up onto cynfuls back and began to position himself to fuck her. His cock began to batter her all around the dildo in her cunt. cynful reached back and guided his cock up to her asshole as she lowered her ass just enough to make it easier for the dog. She desperately wanted that cock in her ass. She had been so close to coming and was so excited she would almost do anything to go that last little bit over the edge. Besides, she thoroughly loved a double fucking. When Brutus felt the tip of his cock hit her anal rose bud, he pushed in with all of his strength. cynful was used to being taken in the ass by Teddy so it slid in fairly easily. She still let out a grunt from the invasion of the large cock. When the crowd saw it begin to enter her asshole, they began to cheer. cynfuls ass was well lubricated from all of the licking Brutus had done. He continued to hump his cock further and further into her asshole. As he did, cynful pushed back toward him to help. She was really getting close to cumming so she began to yell for everyones benefit, Fuck me Brutus. Fuck me in the ass you wonderful dog. Make me cum. Im almost there so keep fucking me. Thats a good dog. Fuck me fuck me fuc ahheeeeiiiiii cynful launched into a massive cum. The crowd stood there in stunned silence as cynful shook in intense pleasure from her climax. The combination of the dual fuck from the dildo and the dog in front of an audience gave her a wonderfully exciting cum. It was ranked up there along with the best she ever had. For the next few moments the crowd stood there in stunned silence as they watched her body spasm from the force of her orgasm. Finally Brutus owner began to clap and cheer. This woke the crowd out of their stupor and they all began to cheer. What they didnt notice was that Brutus was still humping away at her ass. Cynfuls arms collapsed and she folded them up under her head as she rested through the wonderful fucking. Rob looked around at the growing crowd. Word had apparently gotten out because it seemed that more and more people were showing up all of the time. He didnt know how they were finding out, but he had a good idea it was the owner of the shop. He glanced over at the clerk and saw him on the phone as well. He suddenly got an idea and yelled, Hey everyone. Cynful here is my wife. If you like this show, why dont you leave a nice tip for her? Were both just poor college students and could sure use the cash. Also, cynful will be in the back room after this for you to try out the stuff before you buy it. Please do the owner the favor of buying a lot for providing you with this wonderful show. And if you like this one, hang around for the show at closing. If you think this is good, just wait. That show will be even better. The clerk will take your tips and donations for us. Thanks and enjoy the show. I hope well see you in the back room. All of the guys began to gradually make their way to the counter without taking their eyes off of cynful. They werent about to miss any of the action. They didnt just leave one or two dollars. They were leaving amounts from 10 to 100 dollars. There were at least thirty people in the store at the time and more were coming in all of the time. As the patrons were tipping, Brutus kept fucking cynfuls ass like there was no tomorrow. Finally his knot began to pound away at her entrance. It was swelling rapidly and cynful knew that if she didnt get it into her ass soon, it would tear her apart when he did. She began to push back hard, grunting with each push because of the pain. On the third push, it finally sank in and cynful screamed in pain. Brutus began to fuck her with a machine gun action as he forced his hips into cynfuls ass and his knot moved back and forth rubbing against the dildo in her cunt. She soon returned to actively pushing back when Buster pushed in. Her excitement continued to build and build. She was on the verge of cumming when she felt a lick from her chin to her nose. She gasped and opened her eyes and her mouth at the same time. She stared into Teddys eyes as he stuck his tongue into her mouth and began to lick her there, fucking his undulating tongue into her throat. To every one in the porn shop it looked like she was French kissing the dog. Teddy soon pulled back and launched himself onto her back, face to face with Brutus. Just as Teddy began to try and fuck his cock into cynfuls mouth, Brutus started cumming and howled out as he did. This put cynful over the edge into a massive cum. She began to scream in ecstasy when Teddy found his mark and sank his cock all of the way down her throat. He began a rapid fucking motion, fucking her throat and muting her scream of ecstasy. Brutus soon turned around ass end to ass end with her as Teddy continued to fuck her. This was the way things went until Teddy began to cum down her throat. Cynful greedily swallowed her canine masters cum as he pumped it almost directly into her stomach. When he pulled his cock out of her throat a final spurt of cum splashed across her face. The gathered crowd of over 50 people erupted in cheers and applause. They knew that the show was winding down. Teddy immediately returned to Rob as Brutus began to try and pull his cock out of her ass. It was a couple of minutes later when he finally did. Cum ran out of her gaping ass-hole and down over her filled cunt and thighs. cynful knelt there breathing hard as she recovered from the intense dual fucking. The clerk saw the mess she was making on the floor from the cum and threw a towel at her. cynful felt it hit her in the face and immediately grabbed it. She began to clean herself up as best she could but the cum just kept flowing out of her ass. Finally cynful looked toward the clerk and said, Can you hand me one of the moderate sized butt plugs from the stuff we gave you. I dont want to leak all over your store. The clerk reached down to the bag he was keeping for them. He opened the case and took out the next to the largest of the butt plugs. It was eight inches long and at its widest, three and a half inches in diameter. Its narrowest diameter was two inches. When he handed it to cynful she was startled at the size of it. She gave him a perplexed look but didnt say anything. She heard exclamations and murmuring in the crowd as they took bets as to whether she would put it in her ass or not. She decided it was time for another show. cynful took the butt plug and moistened it by bringing it to her mouth. She licked it in as lustful manner as she knew how. She covered it completely with saliva and after pushing it all of the way into her mouth one time at the end, she took it and slowly pushed it into her ass. It proved to be a bit difficult and caused her some pain. Finally she stood up and squatted down. She put her entire weight onto the butt plug and forced it into her ass. She let out a loud groan of pain as the plug spread her ass out and sunk in. Finally it was seated fully and she got up. She waddled more than walked to Rob who was quietly waiting for her. She smiled as she saw cash exchanging hands. Her smile turned even more radiant when she looked at the counter and saw the mound of cash that had been left for them by the clerk. Rob announced, Thats the end of the show for now. For invited guests there will be another show when the shop closes. Please let us have some time to finish shopping and then cynful will be in the back room for you to try your purchases out before you buy. Thanks for the donations. They will go a long way to helping us get through college. Well see you in the back room in a bit. Cynful started to go with Rob when she stopped in her tracks. She squatted down and pulled out the dildo in her cunt. She turned and walked up to Brutuss Mistress and said, I think this belongs to Brutus. You have trained him wonderfully. Would you stay for our performance tonight so that I can use him in the show? I would love for you to participate in it as well. I need a Mistress to pull off what I want to do. Brutuss Mistress answered, As much as I would love to stay, I have other obligations that I cant get out of. I will let you use Brutus however. The owner has my address so please bring Brutus back yourselves. Brutus and I would love to spend some quality time with the three of you. Cynful took the leash that was offered to her and she led Brutus over to Rob. She explained everything to him and he gladly took the leash and gave Brutuss owner a wave of thanks. They turned down the aisle with the whips and they began to fill their bag with one of each of the whips, floggers, paddles and canes. They then moved on and found the enema equipment. They took one of each there as well. As they rounded the corner at the end of the aisle, cynful noticed a door to another lit room and saw racks of clothes. She grabbed Robs hand and pulled him through the doorway. They found themselves in a room filled with racks and racks of costumes. They began to go through them. She couldnt find what she was looking for at first. She went to the back of the room to an area that said storage and started lifting up clothes that had been placed on the table. That was where she found what she wanted. She first pulled out a pair of Bavarian Lederhosen for Rob. She continued to dig through and found a Bavarian peasant girls dress that was only one size too small for her. She could make it work and it would be more form fitting that way. They went back out to the main area of the costume room and pulled out the third costume they would need. They just had to find the person to wear it. cynful was sure she would find someone by the time the show was supposed to happen. Master and slave left the room with cynful carrying the costumes and one full bag of equipment. Rob had his hands full of another bag of equipment and the two dogs in the other hand. They quickly made their way to the counter where they placed their purchases. The clerk totaled their purchases and it came to over three thousand dollars. Rob started to take a bag to go put the stuff back when the owner put his hand on Robs to stop him. He said, I know you think that there is no way you can afford all of that, even with her working it off but you would be wrong. Your slut here earned you over two thousand dollars in tips alone for her show. I guarantee that you can make up the remainder in the back room and then some. Everything you make on the show should be pure take home cash. So the stuff is yours as long as you follow through with what you have planned. Rob was surprised at the amount of tips cynful had earned. There had been one thing he left behind because he thought it was too expensive. He now realized that it was definitely on the doable list. He told the clerk what he wanted and then had the owner show them to the back room. When they entered the room both Rob and cynful saw that she had a choice of hanging from shackles or putting her head and arms in a stock. Rob left the decision up to cynful and she chose the stock. The owner held up a set of signs with different prices on it. After the show that cynful had put on earlier, Rob knew that she would be in high demand. He chose the highest price listings. The owner attached the sign to the stocks so that it could be read as soon as a customer entered. The sign said, BLOW JOB = $100 FUCK = $200 ASS FUCK = $300 DUAL FUCK = $500 TRIPLE FUCK = $750 GANG BANG = $1,000 OR $200 PER PERSON WHICHEVERS HIGHER PROTECTION WILL BE USED Cynful saw what was on the sign. Never in her life had she imagined that she would be used as a whore. But that was what she was at that moment. At first the initial shock of it bothered her until she realized that she was her masters toy and that she was there to please him. If that meant that she had to whore herself out then that is what she would do. She might not like it but she had made up her mind that she would willingly submit to whatever her master wanted. She would never complain about what he did to her. A slave doesnt get that privilege. A slave just submits to her masters pleasure. That settled in her mind, she was ready for her night in the back room. It wasnt long before a customer came in. He carried a couple of whips in his hand. One was a flogger and the other a cat. He stepped up and without saying anything took a couple of swings with each. Each swing landed on cynfuls back and she screamed out in pain. With the first scream Rob shot up and started to go stop the customer. Cynful opened her eyes just in time to see him getting up. She shook her head no vigorously just as the next strike hit. She screamed out in pain as she continued to shake her head no. She quickly opened her eyes again and gasped out, Its okay Rob. We have an agreement with the owner. Besides, you will be doing this to me soon. Rob shook his head in amazement as he sat down on the chair again. The customer used the flogger on her a couple of times and then left. He never said a thing to either of them. As he was leaving another one came in. He had a package with a dildo that had metal strips on it along its long axis and a remote control. He found one just like it in a cabinet. He took the demonstration model and put the dildo into cynfuls cunt. He took the control and tried each setting. There were ten settings and they ranged from a mild tingle at one to a heavy excruciating shock at ten. Cynful screamed in pain with the five highest settings. Then he put it on random. This randomly shocked cynful at different strengths and lengths of time. He let it cycle through at least five settings and then pulled the dildo out. He held the dildo in front of cynful and she dutifully sucked it clean. He put it on the cabinet counter instead of back in the cabinet so it could be used properly. The customer paid Rob the $200 for a fuck and went back behind cynful. He put the required condom on his rampant cock and then proceeded to fuck cynful. He was just getting started as another customer came in. Before that customer managed to get half way across the room, the one fucking cynful came. He pulled out and stripped the used condom off, throwing it in the trashcan on the way out of the room. The new customer proceeded up to cynful. He had different sets of tit clamps. Three sets to be exact. He took the first, which were essentially just alligator clips. He clipped one onto each of her tits and on her clit. Cynful was used to clamps and clips and just groaned from the short bit of pain. The customer left the clips on for about thirty seconds and then took them off. He set them aside and took the next set of clamps. These were vice clamps. He pinched and pulled on her nipples and clit to make them just a bit harder and then placed one on each tit and her clit. He turned the nipple clamps until they were firm initially. He then took turns turning the screw of the clamp tighter one turn. He soon had cynful screaming in agony with each turn. Rob coughed and the guy looked over at him and saw the look he was getting. He quickly loosened the screws and took the clamps off. cynful screamed in pain as the blood flowed back into each nipple and her clit. The third set of clamps was a combination alligator clip with a screw clamp. It had teeth along the front edge only. It was rectangular in shape and had screws that connected the top and bottom part of the clamp so it could be tightened down. There were only two clips to this clamp. There was a chain connecting them as well. The customer put the clip on each of her nipples causing her to cringe in pain and let out a little yelp with each one. He pulled on the chain, pulling her tits out into a conical form. This caused cynful to cry and whimper but she didnt scream. Then he started turning each screw a quarter of a turn each. When cynful screamed loud with each turn two times in a row he stopped. The customer went over to Rob and paid him the $300 dollars for an ass fuck. He immediately went over and put on his condom. He then pulled out the butt plug and took it to cynfuls face. She opened her mouth without being ordered and he stuffed it in. He returned to her back side and unceremoniously sank his stiff cock up her ass. To his surprise it wasnt as loose as he expected. cynfuls training had helped her to be able to tighten her ass muscles enough so that she could still give a good ass fuck even though she was stretched out by the dildos. While he was fucking her ass, he reached under with his left hand and began to pull on the chains connected to the clamps on her tits. He spanked her with his right hand. Cynful felt the pain in her nipples transfer straight to her cunt and she started climbing to a good cum. Soon the guy was cumming up her ass. She wasnt close enough to cum so she began begging, Please dont stop. Please keep fucking me. Im so close pleeeaaase help me to cummmmmm. As soon as the customer quit cumming he pulled out. Cynful yelled out a long Nooo o o as he did and continued to beg for him to help her cum. When he reached down under her he grabbed the chain and pulled down on it hard. He jerked it back and forth so the teeth would dig into her nipples and the sensations and pain that it caused pushed her up over the precipice and she came, screaming out in a combination of pain and pleasure around the ass dildo. Rob was amazed that she came from just pulling the chain of the clamps. He decided that he needed to get a set of those. He didnt remember seeing a set with a chain connecting them like that one in the story though. The customer reached under half way through her cum and released one of the clamps. The added stimulus pushed her cum higher and harder even though it had started to wane. Half way through this cum he again reached under and released the other clamp. This pushed her orgasm even higher until she passed out. When the customer was done he came over to Rob and handed him the clamps with the chain. He said, You wont find these in the store. This is a little something I made. After the little show you put on earlier, I just had to give your beauty a gift worthy of such a slut. I look forward to the show tonight. Welcome to town. He then turned and walked out. Other than the gift, thats the way the next few hours went. Customers would come in and test the equipment and either leave, or pay for a fuck. There were no gang bangs though there was one dual fuck. It was a husband wife team. The woman had cynful eat her cunt while her husband fucked her ass. It was about a half hour before closing when they got another surprise for the day. Their new neighbor LaTesha came in with a cat and a set of tit and clit clamps. When she saw cynful in the stocks and Rob sitting there, she said, Now isnt this fun. I didnt expect to find you two here tonight. I see it didnt take you two long to find the local pervert supply store. I thought I would stop by and get a couple of things for my misbehaving slave. I wanted to test them to see what kind of reaction I would get from them. She then went up to cynful and first began attaching the three alligator clips to her nipples and her clit. Then she stepped back and took a couple of swings with the cat in the air to get a feel for it. When she felt ready she stepped up and began to whip cynfuls back. She took two swings and then stopped as the clerk and told her to. But Rob said, Go ahead and whip her until she begs you to stop. Cynful, if you beg too soon then I will whip you until Im sure you really mean it and Ill use these clamps on your tits while Im doing it. Not to mention that I wont let you fuck Teddy for a week. Cynful had actually been thinking of begging her to stop quickly just to get Rob to use the whip on her. There was no way that she could go without Teddy for a week though. She clenched her teeth and said, Yes master. I promise to take my punishment like a good slave. With that LaTesha said, I want you to count and ask me for the next one each time. I want to see just how long we can go before your begging me to stop. LaTesha swung and brought the cat down on cynfuls back. She counted one and asked for another. They continued this and cynful kept counting though it took her longer and longer each time to quit screaming and crying. They were above 50 when Rob finally said enough. He went up to cynful who was crying terribly by that time and he asked, I know that you were hurting terribly. Why didnt you ask for it to stop? Cynful said through her tears, I didnt want to disappoint you master. And then she giggled through her tears, And of course you know I could never go a week without Master Teddy. That was cruel but wise of you sir. When Rob looked up he saw the clerk and the owner standing at the door. The owner said, The time has been up for a couple of minutes but we were enjoying the show. You have about twenty minutes before the show starts. You might want to start getting ready. The clerk handed the bag to Rob with the costumes in it. Rob looked at cynful who was still in the stocks crying and decided to ask for her. He looked at LaTesha and said, cynful wants to put on a little show for a group of people. We were going to try and find someone in the crowd but we would be honored if you would help out. She has a Hansel and Gretel thing planned. She needs a wicked witch to put the two of us under her spell. Then force her brother to help do unspeakable things to her. Im sure she had a threesome in mind and the two dogs as well. We have the costume here if you agree. LaTesha answered, Of course I will. That sounds like a lot of fun. But what is this group of people? Rob answered, There is a large international group of slave owners that obtain and train sex slaves. I was going to talk to you about it in a couple of weeks but I think this will expose you more. The cost of membership is $50,000 or two slaves. The two slaves must be turned over to the local group for auction. Any money over the $50,000 will be put into a special account that you can use for purchases of equipment or buying new slaves. I think that you have it in yourself to do well with the organization. Are you interested? LaTesha said, $50,000 is a lot of money. I dont know where I would get two slaves either. But I definitely would be interested if we can arrange it. Rob responded with a smile and said, Then I will introduce you as a candidate tonight. You will not be allowed full membership until you pay your application fee. You have a year to pay your debt. Until then you can only attend functions as a guest of another master or mistress. Once you have paid, then you can attend any function of the organization that you want. I warn you that the organization is obviously illegal but then so is blackmailing your sub Suzie so I didnt figure that would bother you. LaTesha laughed and said, Yeah, I never even thought about the illegality of it. But youre right. Blackmailing that little bitch Susie was against the law. I kind of figured that a sex slave ring would be illegal. That doesnt change things a bit though. Just help me find a couple of slaves and Im in. Now lets get cynful free and get ready for this show. They spent the remaining time taking cynful out of the stocks and then getting dressed in the appropriate outfits. Rob rubbed some numbing salve on cynfuls back before she got dressed. About ten minutes to show time, several men came in and moved the equipment out of the way. Rob, cynful and LaTesha were all going over what they would do and say while the room was being set up. The owner came in and LaTesha explained that they would need some bread and that she needed him to participate in the show. The owner readily agreed and left to get a costume from the store room. When it was time for the show the three took their place as people started to come in the room. There was soon standing room only. Cynful realized that there was over a hundred people in the room and the only area that was clear was the area to the left and right of the small stage, a gap of about five feet from the wall to the crowd and the stage. The owner came in carrying a loaf of bread, handed it to Rob and announced, Tonight we have a special performance to be put on by our two newest east coast members. Rob was born a life time member of the organization from Washington and is out here for medical school. His slave wife is also attending the veterinary school and is going to be working for the organization exclusively. All of the dogs that you get once she graduates will be receiving a clean bill of health from her before they are sent off to their new owners. cynfuls mother is the current organization trainer and is why the most recent dogs are much better trained than the previous ones. Two of those dogs will be performing with them tonight. I can assure those who werent here earlier that they do put on quite a show. I turn the rest of the time over to Master Rob, his slave cynful and their guest LaTesha. Rob whispered in the owners ear and the owner announced, I have just been informed that their guest is actually a new applicant to the organization and that Rob is sponsoring her. She already has one slave and has promised to bring in two more for her membership fee. Lets give a warm welcome to Master Rob, his slave cynful and Novice Mistress LaTesha. Welcome LaTesha to the group. A round of applause went up to greet them. It was only when they quieted down that Cynful and Rob began to walk away from the stage to the right to walk down the gap between the wall and the crowd around the room. Rob was tearing off small bits of bread as they went and dropping them on the floor. Cynful started out by saying, Hansel, do you think the stories are true that there is a wicked witch in the forest? Rob playing Hansel answered, I think that was just an old story that adults tell to scare kids from going too deep in the forest Gretel. Cynful playing Gretel paused just momentarily then said, Thank you for helping me get away. It hurt terribly when papa put his thing in my private place last night. It made me bleed and hurt real bad. Hansel answered, I know. I wanted to hit him but was too scared. I knew that if we stayed that papa would keep hurting you. Youve seen how he hurts mama in the bottom all of the time. I bet that if you stayed he would be putting in his thing in your bottom like he does mama. When Rob and cynful were two thirds of the way around the room, the owner, now dressed in a huntsman outfit, led Teddy and Brutus from the right of the stage and began to follow the bread crumbs slowly. He was quietly encouraging the dogs to eat the bread crumbs as he went. Gretel watched Hansel drop the bread crumbs for a couple of steps and then asked, Why are you leaving a trail Hansel. If we are running away, wont that lead papa right to us? Hansel said, In case we run into problems that we cant handle, we can get back to the village. Im still not real sure were going the right way so I want to be able to get back so we can go another direction if this doesnt work out. They were now at the left side of the stage. They stepped up on it and started walking across, Rob still dropping crumbs. As they passed the center of the stage, LaTesha threw some glitter at cynful from the gap between the curtains along the back wall of the stage. Cynful froze in place and didnt move as Rob continued to the edge of the stage before noticing that she had stopped. He turned around and said, Come on Gretel, we dont want to stop now. Cynful said, I cant move Hansel. Im trying but I cant move. Just as he was stepping toward cynful, LaTesha stepped out from behind the curtain laughing in a cackling laugh like the witch she was playing. She said as she threw a small handful of glitter at Hansel, Both of you little kids are under my spell now. It has been too long since I enjoyed the flesh of a virginal girl and boy. Come boy. Its time for you to take your sisters clothes off. Rob started moving forward towards cynful but he was walking stiffly and in a jerking manner as if he was fighting trying to walk. He yelled at the witch, Stop it witch. I wont take my sisters clothes off. You cant make me. LaTesha as the witch said condescendingly, So you wont do it little boy. Well just see what you will or wont do. Im betting youll do exactly what I tell you to do. Now take off the little bitchs clothes. She has an appointment with the god of all canines and his right hand mutt. You on the other hand are going to help her get ready. About that time, Rob had reached Gretel and still acting like he was fighting every inch he moved, he began to undress cynful by unbuttoning her dress. He started begging, Please dont make me do this. Dont make me strip my sister. LaTesha cackled again and said, You will do much more than strip your sister little boy. Now hurry up and finish the job. When you are done, you will get on your knees in front of her and suck on her little cunt. Rob fell to his knees as if he was forced to. He pulled the dress down until it lay in a puddle around cynfuls feet. She lifted first her left foot, acting like she was forced as Rob had. She moved it to the outside of the dress, then the right foot. She was now naked, the signs of her whipping on her back from earlier still showed. Her feet were now about three feet apart. Rob leaned in toward cynful saying, Please dont make me do things to Gretel. Please have mercymmmm mmmmmmmm. He mumbled through the last of what he was going to say, right into cynful(Gretels) cunt. He began to eat cynfuls cunt for real. Hansel(Rob) began to aggressively suck and chew on cynfuls wet cunt. He spent several minutes licking her inner and outer lips and thrusting his tongue deep into her hole. As he felt her excitement increase he finally moved to her clit and sucked and nibbled on it until she was on the edge. Just as she was tripping over into an orgasm, Rob remembered how her orgasm before had increased with the pain of pulling the nipple clamps off. He bit down hard on her clit causing cynful to scream in pain and bring cheers from the audience. The addition of the pain sent her orgasm screaming skyward to a massive orgasm. Gretels(cynfuls) scream of pain turned into a scream of pure pleasure. She came so hard that she collapsed to her knees. Rob just scrambled out of the way in time for her to fall forward, catching herself with her hands. The wicked witch(LaTesha) stepped forward from her position at the back of the stage. She was wearing a black witchs hat, a black robe that hung open, a bustier that held her naked tits up for all to see and a strap on dildo with a twelve inch dildo attached to it. She stepped up behind Gretel and quickly pushed the cock into her saturated cunt causing Gretel to cry out. While the witch had been approaching Gretel, Hansel had gotten up and moved in front of her head as if he was still being forced. He had pulled his stiff cock out and was standing there ready when Gretel cried out. He stuck his rampant cock into her mouth and down her throat cutting the cry short. Cynful had gagged when Robs cock went down her throat. She hadnt been expecting it at the time. When they had talked about the scenario, they had agreed that she would suck him off. Between Rob biting her clit so hard and forcing his cock straight down her throat she realized that something had changed in Rob. She found her excitement and orgasms were getting better this way. She may not like the pain, but it definitely improved her orgasms. She hoped that Rob wouldnt take it too far. Hansel and the witch continued to fuck Gretel like there was no tomorrow. They were pummeling her back and forth without mercy. The witch was the first to cum. She shouted out in pleasure as she fell forward, supporting herself with her hands on Gretels back. She stayed that way as her orgasm surged through her. Hansel was still fucking Gretels throat and was no where near cumming. While the witch and Hansel were fucking Gretel, the huntsman(The owner dressed in a huntsman uniform) was leading Teddy and Brutus around the outer edges of the room, making sure that the dogs ate the bread crumbs that Hansel had dropped. He made his way to the front left of the audience and waited until Hansel came down Gretels throat. Hansel stepped back after cumming and announced, Im free of your spell witch. We are leaving. You cant hold us here any more. Hansel reached down and helped Gretel up and as they turned to go off stage to follow the bread crumbs back. As they were getting up the witch laughed and said, And where will you children go my sweets. My huntsman has been following you for miles and his hunting dogs have been eating your crumb trail. You have no where to go. Besides, do you think that I would let you go? The laughed again with an evil cackle and stepped up in front of Hansel and Gretel. She said as she ran her open hand down the right side of Gretels face, And now that you have entertained me my sweet little play toy. You will entertain my huntsman and his boys. The witch turned and went back to the wall where she started from and turned back to face the audience and announced, Come my huntsman. I have new toys for your boys. Come and play. That was the sign the huntsman was waiting for. Hansel began moving backward away from Gretel. He moved as if he was fighting an unseen force to keep from moving away. Gretel fell back down to her hands and knees so that she was staring ahead toward the direction the dogs and the huntsman was. The huntsman leaned down and released the leashes from the dogs collars. The dogs rushed up to Gretel. The first one there was Teddy and he immediately launched himself up onto her back. He started humping into the air at first. He soon had his cock lined up and when it hit Gretels cunt he drove it into the hilt. While this was going on, Brutus had launched himself onto her back from the front. He was humping air until Gretel cried out in pain from Teddys cock sinking into her cunt. Brutus at the same moment as she cried out sank his cock halfway into her mouth. Cynful of course made it look like she was forced but she quickly clamped her mouth on the cock and started sucking. This is what she loved. She was a true canine slut and was terribly excited. She knelt there and took the battering that the dogs were giving her. Her body shook from the power of the thrusts. Hansel stood to the right of the stage and watched the dogs begin to fuck his sister. He yelled, Let her be you filthy ole witch. Dont make my sister mate with dogs. How evil and cruel can you be? The witch laughed again and announced, I think that you protest too much my little boy toy. I see that your manhood says that you find your sister being fucked by two hunting dogs excites you. I have need of that manhood. The witch waved her hand and Hansel fell to his knees. He began walking on his knees towards her. When he was about half way, where there was a good view for the crowd, he stopped and lay down on his back. The witch had taken off the strap on and moved over to Hansel and sank down on his cock. She fucked herself on his cock for a few moments and announced, Come huntsman and take care of your mistress. I need your fine cock in my ass. The owner was surprised at this. They had talked about the dogs but hadnt talked about him participating in the show. He wasnt going to pass up the chance to fuck a hot babe like LaTesha. He had been seeing her come in to the shop for months and wished he could fuck her. It looked like now was his chance. Slipping into character he started towards the stage announcing, Im coming to you my mistress. You know that your wish is my command. LaTesha had been fucking away at Rob for a few moments and had decided she wanted a double fuck. She had always wondered what one would feel like and decided that now was a perfect time to find out. That was why she as the witch had yelled for the huntsman. As the witch she yelled out, Come, my huntsman. Your mistress needs her ass fucked. Come and prove to me you are the man I need. The huntsman came up and grabbed hold of the witchs ass cheeks. He had taken his erect cock out of his pants as he approached. He spit into his hand and moistened his cock up while he put a wad of spit onto the witchs ass. He lined up his cock and began to slowly push in. It was slow going at first but soon he was in to the hilt. He began to fuck the witch like there was no tomorrow. The audience was getting a great show. This was more than any of them had expected. They imagined just a regular fuck show but nothing like what they were seeing. They stood in stunned silence. Many of the masters and mistresses had brought their slaves. They had but to put them to work, sucking on their cock or cunt while they watched the show. The smell of sex permeated the large room. The witch came soon after the huntsman started plowing her anal passage. She continued to cum over and over as she was fucked by the two men. Cynful meantime was coming over and over from her dual fucking from the two dogs. The two dogs came first. Brutus pulled out and found a quiet corner to lie down in while Teddy was knotted to his bitch. He turned ass end to ass end with her and was waiting for his knot to go down. The owner was the next one to cum and yelled out his orgasm, letting the crowd know he was cumming. A couple of minutes later Rob came. After they had recovered from their cum, they all stood up and looked over to cynful who was still cumming from being knotted to Teddy. The owner looked at Rob and asked, I take it the show is over? Rob quietly said, I definitely think they got their moneys worth, dont you? The owner laughed and said, More than their moneys worth if you ask me. The owner turned to the crowd and announced, Masters and mistresses that concludes the show for tonight. Lets hear a round of applause to our newest master Rob and his slave cynful and our new applicant LaTesha for a wonderful show. The crowd erupted into loud cheers, except for those few who were cumming at the time. They were screaming out their cums instead. When the noise died down the owner announced, Rob, LaTesha and cynful are all students at the university. You all know what its like to be a poor college student. If you think the show was worth more than the admission fee, please leave a donation for them with the clerk at the front desk. I will make sure that 100% of the donations go to our wonderful new additions to our group. Now let the orgy begin. That was all it took. Clothes started coming off and the audience was soon one seething mass of flesh as fucking of all kinds was going on. After they recovered, Rob, cynful and LaTesha joined into the orgy. They stayed for the next couple of hours until everyone was fucked out. Because they had already cum a few times during the show, the three performers found themselves worn out well before anyone else was. They went to the clerk and told him that they would watch the front of the store if he wanted to join in the fun. That is where they stayed for the rest of the night as masters and mistresses came out. They were welcomed and congratulated as each master and mistress left. Each one left a sizeable donation for them as well. After the last one left, leaving them and just the owner in the store, they began to count the donations. The owner counted up the admission fee for the show. When they were done counting, they had over seven thousand dollars from the donations and two thousand five hundred as their share of the admissions. They couldnt believe how much they had earned and this was just from the show and didnt count what they had earned earlier. All in all it was a very profitable night. The owner congratulated them and said, Consider all of the items you purchased paid in full. You also have a credit line of fifteen hundred dollars to purchase items in the future as well. LaTesha, you have a five hundred dollar credit line now and the items you got tonight are on the house. All three of you made me a lot of money tonight. If you ever want to do something like this again, then just let me know. You were a big hit. Theyll be talking about this for weeks. Rob split the money three ways and handed LaTesha her share. This was totally unexpected and she thanked them profusely. LaTesha had taken a taxi to the shop and needed a ride home so rode with Rob and cynful. The first light of dawn was just beginning to peak over the horizon as they pulled into their driveway at home. LaTesha invited them in for a quick morning snack so they could meet the other members of the household. When they entered the house, the stench of vomit was the first thing to hit them. When they entered the living room, they were met with a startling site. It seemed that the birthday party for the young 17 going on 18 year old girl had gotten out of hand. There was a girl on the couch with a vibrator in her cunt vibrating away and a closed bottle of hot sauce in her ass. There was another girl passed out on the floor with vomit by her head. Susie and the other girl were missing so Rob had cynful stay downstairs with Teddy while he and LaTesha went upstairs to check on the others. They found Susie and the birthday girl on LaTeshas bed passed out in a 69 position. LaTesha was furious.

Cynthia Palmers New Life Chapter 6, Settling in for college By redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Join the conversation at http://groups.google.com/group/redlegtigers-tigers-den where you can comment on all of my stories as well as many fantasies and stories of fans. We would love for you to drop in and comment, leave pictures or even post a story yourself. Redlegtigers Tigers Den Chat: Every Wednesday evening from 7 pm to 11 pm Central U.S. time, I will be conducting a live group chat. Come and join the conversation. Just about all topics are discussed. Meet some of the real life people that have inspired characters in the story. The chat is on Windows Live Messenger(Formerly MSN messenger). Just use [email protected] to IM me and join the conversation. ILLUSTRATOR WANTED Would like to have this story illustrated for the benefit of the fans. If any of you have talent and would like to showcase your ability, please contact me. I will give appropriate credit to the artist. Keep in mind that this is a free story and I do want to keep it that way. Chapter 6: Settling in for college The trip to college was quite the trip for cynful. You see, when youre riding with a sex crazed dog, like Teddy, that seems to want sex every couple of hours, a simple four day trek across country becomes quite the adventure. At first, they would stop at a rest area and cynful would take Teddy to the very back of the rest area as much out of sight as possible and let him fuck her. They found though that they were getting farther and farther behind schedule. When they stopped for dinner that first day, Rob finally told cynful, Im sorry hon, but you are going to have to take care of Teddy in the car. We are over two hours behind schedule now and need to make it up if we are going to arrive on time for registration Friday. They finished dinner and got on the road again. cynful sat in the back seat with Teddy lying down and taking over half of the seat away. They hadnt been on the road but about ten to fifteen minutes before Teddy was up on his feet and nuzzling cynfuls tits and face, licking them over and over. Finally cynful took her blouse and pants off. She got up on the seat on her hands and knees. It didnt take but a few seconds before Teddy was up on the seat behind her and licking her from her clit to her asshole. They hadnt been in that position more than a few seconds before they heard a honk. When cynful opened her eyes and looked out of the window she saw a car that was beside them that was loaded with a bunch of college age boys. cynful blushed at being exposed like that and was starting to think about quitting when she felt Teddy launch up onto her back. He soon had his cock sunk into cynfuls juicy cunt and began to fuck her with the abandon that only dogs have. The guys in the car beside them cheered and cynful thought she heard them a lot louder this time. She had been so into the fuck that she hadnt noticed that Rob had rolled the windows down. She suddenly felt the wind blowing in her face and could hear everything they yelled but with the roar of the wind covering it. cynful looked out of the window, initially with little focus in her eyes as she was concentrating on the pleasure she was receiving from Teddy. She eventually looked into the eyes of one of the college aged boys and smiled at him, licking her lips as sexily as possible. She wanted to tease them as much as possible while she was being so royally fucked by Teddy. The added excitement at her public exposure pushed her into a massive cum like no other. The guys cheered as it was obvious to anyone looking that she was in ecstasy. For the next fifteen minutes, the two lanes of the Interstate were blocked as the two cars drove side by side through the rural and desolate countryside of Montana. When Teddy came and turned ass end to ass end with her, the boys finally figured that the show was over and passed them. The built up traffic seemed to go around them very slowly as she recovered from the excitement of her first ever public fuck in the car. She couldnt tell what was more exciting, the fuck from Teddy or the fact that it had been witnessed while they were driving down the road. Either way, she was sure that it would happen more than once during their trip. That evening when they pulled into their hotel in Billings Montana, cynful finally got dressed again, just long enough to get checked into the hotel. As they were unloading the suitcases to their room, the car full of college aged boys pulled up alongside their car and started piling out of the car. The ones at the far side of the car hadnt seen Rob or cynful and headed to their rooms but the ones that were getting out on the side where Rob and cynful were getting their luggage recognized the car. One of the boys went up to Rob and introduced himself saying, Hey, my name is Gary. My friends and I sure loved the show your sweet little thing gave us on the highway this afternoon. Our friends are never going to believe us when we get back to campus and tell them. That had to be the hottest thing any of us have ever seen. Do you guys always do that kind of kinky stuff? Rob answered, No, but Teddy here is such a horny dog that we had to do something. This beauty here is my wife Cynthia and she is a sinful little slut. I tell you what, get your buddies and come down to room 117 and shell put on another show for you. Give us about an hour so we can get cleaned up. The two young men shook hands and parted. Rob and cynful were soon in the room with Teddy. The two of them immediately went into the bathroom and had a quick mutual shower. Rob washed cynful, spending extra time cleaning her tits and cunt. He ended up eating her out and bringing her to a quick cum. cynful then washed him and once she had him clean, she got down on her knees and sucked his cock down her throat. She spent the next few minutes, worshipping Robs cock with her tongue in every way she knew how. Soon she was swallowing down his load of cum. When she was done she stood up and kissed Rob and hugged him as the warm water cascaded down over them. Rob finally broke the hug and turned off the water. He said, Were going to have guests coming soon. I want you to show the boys a good time and put on a wonderful show with Teddy. Give them something to talk about for the rest of their lives. cynful answered, Should I wear the red teddy that I wore for the show? Rob smiled at the memory and said, Why dont you wear the cape too and give the boys a modified version of your performance with just Teddy. Im sure they would love that. cynful just smiled and dug into her suitcase for her red teddy she used to train teddy with. The difference between this one and the one in the show was that this one was held together with Velcro that would rip apart while the one at the show just had the seams weakened so that it actually ripped. She was soon dressed and waiting, sitting on the bed. Moments after she and Rob had gotten dressed, there was a knock on the door. Rob opened the door and let the six college guys in. They brought in a cooler filled with cold beer and after passing a bottle out to everyone, they visited for a few minutes. It seemed that they had just spent the summer, hiking through the Cascades and were on their way back to college at the University of Nebraska. After a few minutes of sharing their stories about the summer, they asked about Rob and cynful. They told very little of their true story. The jist of what they told them was that they were a newlywed couple that had just finished their honeymoon and that cynful was a kinky slut that liked to do wild and crazy things like they did in the car. After about a half hour of visiting and getting to know each other, cynful went from guy to guy and sat beside them just long enough to allow her to get him hard and ready to go and then she would go on to the next guy. Finally Rob caught her eyes and nodded the go ahead. He had Teddy by the collar and cynful went into the bathroom for a minute. When she paraded out, she did so dressed up in her Little Red Riding Hood outfit. The guys looked at her with lust but also with confusion. It wasnt until Teddy got into the act that they began to realize that a show was being put on for their benefit. They cheered as it looked like Teddy and cynful were actually talking with each other. They cheered even louder when it looked like Teddy was tearing the red teddy off of a very unwilling cynful. Then they cheered even louder as Teddy began to fuck cynful again, giving them an up close and personal view of the action. When Teddy launched up on her back to fuck her this time, she reached back and guided his cock into her asshole. When Teddy was pounding away at her ass, cynful gasped out and said, Ive got two holes left for a couple of you studs. Now get over here and get busy. The two more adventurous of the young men went over to cynful. One slid under her and lined his cock up with her cunt while the second presented his cock to her mouth. cynful was in her world now, the world of the slutty sex slave who took on all comers for her beloved master. She was soon cumming over and over again as each of the guys quickly came and was replaced. Teddy, for his part, lasted a whole lot longer than normal. By the time he knotted cynful and came, four of the guys had cum and the other two were in the process of fucking her or being sucked off better than they had ever been done before. For the next couple of hours, cynful entertained her guests, each one fucking her at least twice and a couple of them three times. It was finally about twelve thirty in the morning when the guys left. cynful went into the bathroom to clean up and when she was done, crawled into bed next to Rob and cuddled with him. Teddy jumped up on the bed and lay down on the opposite side of her. cynful slept the sleep of someone who was truly exhausted. The rest of the trip went similarly with the exception that they didnt have any more orgies at the end of the day. cynful did provide many a passer by a wonderful show of her being Teddys bitch in every way possible. She actually found it exciting to have complete strangers driving by and catching glimpses, and some even slowing down for the full show. Rob at times had a hard time driving straight due to the distraction of watching the two going at it in the back seat. But the overall goal of arriving by Thursday night was met. They pulled into town just after midnight Friday Morning with registration for them beginning at nine a.m. for Rob and ten a.m. for Cynthia. They checked into a hotel for the night as it was too late to get the key for the house they would be staying in. The next morning they went straight to registration and spent the morning at the university signing up for the classes they had been registered for and picking up their books. While Rob was standing in line to try and change one of his classes, he met a beautiful, mocha colored African American named LaTesha Morgan that was about 5 feet 9 inches, had 34C breasts and weighed 123 lbs. She was very well built and looked as if she worked out quite a bit. There was something about the way she carried herself that made her stand out in Robs eyes. He struck up a conversation with her and found out that she was a junior in the Business College. Rob found her to be rather charming and after spending the better part of an hour together in line they were on their way to becoming friends. LaTesha couldnt remember her address that she had just moved into that week and of course Rob hadnt even picked up the keys to his apartment so he didnt even know where they would live. They parted telling each other that they hoped they would see each other again though both thought the chances of that were slim since he was in medical school and she was a junior undergraduate student. After touring campus Rob and cynful went to the address they were given to get the key to their house. The organization rented them a house that had a large fenced in yard with an eight foot privacy fence. It took them a while to find the house but it ended up being fairly close to the medical school and a fair distance from the Veterinary school. The main college campus was closer to the Veterinary school as well so they had to make arrangements for Cynthia to be able to get to classes before Monday. About a half hour after they arrived, and while they were both bringing in their luggage and boxes that you would typically see with students, Teddy came up and barked at cynful. She looked at Rob to see what he would say and with hope in her eyes. Rob heard Teddys bark. He looked over at him and saw that he was jamming his nose up into cynfuls crotch and then he would back up and bark at her again. He said with a laugh, Take him out back and give him what he wants. You know you want to and the yard is huge. I doubt that anyone can see into the yard anyway. cynful beamed a huge smile at Rob. She hadnt enjoyed any attention all day and it was getting toward evening. She was used to sex four or five times a day by that time, most with Teddy. As she stripped out of her clothes she said, Thank you Master. Ive been feeling rather neglected today. Ill be back as soon as Teddy is done to help unpack. She turned and ran towards the back door with Teddy bounding along besides her barking excitedly. He knew he would be getting to play with his human slave soon. cynful and Teddy ran out the back door and out into the yard. They wrestled for a bit before Teddy rolled over onto his back and barked at her. cynful reached over with her hand and began massaging Teddys sheath. When his cock began to extend out, cynful bent over and sucked the end into her mouth. She hummed in excitement and pleasure at the pleasure she was giving her canine master. Teddy was staring at her panting heavily as he watched her work on his expanding cock. LaTesha had gone home immediately after she had finished changing the class she wanted. She thought about the young man she met there and hoped that she would meet him again. She liked him because most white men wouldnt even look at an African American female, even though her skin was a mocha color and looked like she had a deep tan. She got the distinct impression that he was checking her out. When she finally got back to her house she noticed that she was the first one home. She thought, God I could sure use a good cunt lapping right now. I cant wait until Susie gets home. That little subbie of mine can sure suck cunt good. LaTesha went about unpacking a few boxes that she hadnt gotten to in the last couple of days. She was just finishing up with the last box when she heard a faint barking. She knew that the house next door had been empty the last few days. She hoped that if they had a dog that he was well trained. She didnt want to spend nights with a barking dog keeping her awake. The dog kept barking like he was playing so she became interested in what was going on. LaTesha decided to take a look out of the window and see if she could see the new neighbor. What she saw absolutely stunned her. She couldnt see very well because of the distance but she could tell that there was a woman in the back yard and she was naked as the day she was born. She could see that she was bending over something. After a few moments she saw it move and could make out that it was a dog. As she watched she saw the womans head moving up and down like she was LaTesha opened her mouth in shock as realization dawned on her and she said aloud to no one, My god shes sucking that dog off. I have got to get Susie a dog. That is so hot. She stuck her hands down and began to rub her clit and fuck her finger into her cunt. LaTesha was on the verge of cumming a few seconds later when Susie entered the bedroom. LaTesha looked at her with lust crazed eyes that caused Suzie to shudder. LaTesha ordered, Hurry up and strip off, get max and come here. I need a good hard fuck. Susie didnt dare object. It was always bad when she ordered her to get max. She could barely take the huge cock into her cunt. It hurt every time she fucked her with it. She stripped hurriedly out of her clothes and then ran to get max. She hurried back and handed Latesha the huge strap on dildo. The cock on the dildo was a monster at thirteen inches long and two and a half inches wide. LaTesha had stripped out of her clothes while Susie was getting max and she was ready. She inserted the smaller four inch cock into her cunt, making sure that the raised nub was on her clit. When she had it on tight she ordered, Put your hands on the window sill and look into the neighbors back yard. I want you to imagine that its that cock fucking you and not me. Susie followed LaTeshas orders and bent over, putting her hands onto the window sill. When she looked into the back yard she saw the woman there bobbing her head up and down. She couldnt quite make out what she was doing but she looked like she was giving a blow job. She suddenly felt her cunt being stretched out obscenely by the huge dildo. She had been fucked by it numerous times but it hurt every time she thrust it in and continued to hurt for the first few strokes until her cunt stretched to adapt. This time LaTesha didnt take her time either. She forced it in to the hilt as hard and fast as she could gasping in pleasure to the counterpoint scream of pain from Susie. As the dildo sank into Susies cunt, she remembered what her mistress had told her about imagining that it was the cock in the neighbors yard. But she didnt see a cock though it looked like the girl was giving a blow job. Finally the girl moved around and she got a glimpse at the massively huge dog she was sucking. This happened just as LaTesha bottomed out in her cunt. She grunted at the sudden pain and her face went white at the thought of what she knew her mistress was thinking. Susie thought, She wouldnt dare. Not with a dog. I wont do it. It seemed as if LaTesha had been listening in on Susies thoughts as she fucked in and out of her cunt. She said, I can tell that you just realized that the neighbor girl is sucking the dogs cock. And yes, I am going to get you one and teach you how to do that and much more. And dont even think of refusing or Ill send those pictures to mommy and daddy of what you were up to last year. Im sure they would like to know what a drunken, bondage, lezzie slut their daughter is. When I get done here, Im going next door to introduce myself. Now just watch the action and see where your future lies. LaTesha reached under Susie and grabbed hold of her nipple rings and began to twist and pull them. Susie soon launched into a massive orgasm, followed by another and another. She had three more before LaTesha came from fucking her. After LaTesha recovered from her cum, she undid the buckles and straps of the dildo. She left the huge monster in the collapsed heap that was her slave. She patted Susie on the ass and whispered in her ear, I want you to clean the dildo up when youve recovered enough. Im going over to meet our new neighbors. cynful continued sucking oblivious of her audience. She turned so that her ass was next to Teddys head so she could get more of his cock down her throat. She soon felt him licking her thigh. She decided she wanted some stimulation as well. She straddled his head and lowered her cunt until it was a fraction of an inch above his snout. Teddy took one long swipe with his tongue, licking from her asshole to her clit. cynful moaned in pleasure around Teddys ever growing cock, adding to his pleasure. He then attacked her wet and dripping slit with a vengeance. It was only a few moments later that she moaned out her first good cum from Teddys licking. His knot was just beginning to swell at that time. He kept licking and licking and cynful began to get more and more excited. At the ten minute mark, Teddy was just getting to the point where his knot was about halfway to its normal size. cynful quickly turned around and impaled herself on his cock and forced the already three inch knot into her cunt and began to fuck her canine master. That was when Rob was interrupted unpacking a box by a knock on the door. When he opened it he exclaimed, LaTesha! What are you doing here? LaTesha was just as surprised as Rob was and answered, Well hello to you too. I just thought I would welcome my new neighbors to the neighborhood. Its a small world isnt it? Just this morning we met and started to become friends and here we are neighbors. How about introducing me to that wonderful wife you told me so much about? Rob went up to the bedroom, forgetting that cynful was out in the back yard with Teddy. When he remembered what they were doing out back he turned around, with a full blush going, and said, Uhhmm uhhmmm sssshe LaTesha quickly guessed he was trying to find a way to tell her something other than what was really going on and make an excuse for her. She smiled and decided to go right for the throat. She said, Shes in the back yard sucking off your dog the last I saw. How about taking me out and introducing us. Im sure she wont mind. I sure wont. She gave Rob a wink when she said it and grabbed his hand and led him down the stairs and to the back door. LaTesha opened the back door and walked out to the patio and saw cynful facing them bouncing up and down on Teddys cock. LaTesha let go of Robs hand and clapped in excitement. cynful had her eyes closed as she enjoyed fucking Teddys wonderful cock. She suddenly heard clapping and when she opened her eyes she saw a tall statuesque African American woman standing next to Rob clapping. She blushed a little at the unexpected audience. But she was used to having an audience and if she was with Master Rob, there was no reason for her to stop. She waved at the girl with a smile just as she launched into a massive cum. She screamed out her cum, letting the guest know that she loved what she was doing. Finally she fell forward onto her hands and knees and gasped for breath. Back at LaTeshas house, Susie was just coming around after her serious fucking from her mistress. Max, the huge dildo, was still stuck in her cunt with the straps hanging down. Susie began to regain her coherence and pushed herself up. She looked out of the window just as cynful quit sucking Teddy. She watched in amazement, her mouth dropping open in surprise as she saw the new neighbor begin to squat over the dog. She thought, Surely shes not going to fuck the dog. Thats so perverted! Susie couldnt see very well and she strained to see more. She remembered that her mistress had an antique set of opera glasses that she had gotten recently when her grandmother died. She got up and ran to the drawer that she stored it in for safe keeping. She got back just as cynful began to fuck the dog. With the opera glasses she could see quite distinctly, every bit of the action between cynful and Teddy. Susie felt her excitement growing and absentmindedly reached down and started to fuck herself with her left hand pushing and pulling the huge dildo in and out. Her right elbow was perched on the windowsill and she held the opera glasses in her right hand. She had her eyes glued to the glasses and watched as she fucked herself. She was really getting into the debauchery of what she was doing when she suddenly saw the new neighbor wave, never missing a beat, as she continued fucking the dog. Susie moved her gaze in the direction that the neighbor had waved and soon stopped on her mistress standing beside a guy. She gasped in surprise and then moved back to cynful who was fucking with abandon now. She watched as the girl launched into what had to be a massive orgasm. Again Susie was amazed at the feelings this instilled in her. She was fucking the dildo in and out of her cunt as rapidly as she could. She was more excited than she ever had been. As cynful knelt there on all fours trying to get her breath, Rob introduced her to LaTesha as if this was a normal every day occurrence at some party instead of a naked young college student kneeling on all fours with a huge dog cock up her cunt. Cynful gasped out hello as she finally got her breath and sat back up and began to fuck Teddy in earnest. Her beautiful tits were bouncing up and down in rhythm with her thrusts and counterthrusts as she fucked her canine master. LaTesha noticed cynfuls nipple and clit rings and the bright red brands on her tits that said, CYNFUL on the right tit and KNOTSLUT on the left tit. LaTesha grimaced at the obvious pain that must have caused her but recognized the signs of what they meant. While she continued to watch cynful fuck Teddy she said, Rob I see that Cynthia has a brand on her tits and has pierced nipples and clit. I take it you have a Dom/sub relationship? Rob looked at LaTesha and saw the lust that was in her eyes and that there was no condemnation at all there. He didnt want to just volunteer their master/slave relationship yet though so he said, Why do you ask? LaTesha recognized the question for the dodge it was and decided she would break the ice on the subject. She answered, Well I have my own little sub slave over at the house. As a matter of fact when I first saw your wife sucking Teddy here, I made her watch out of the window while I fucked her with my monster strap on. I hadnt thought about having her fuck a dog before. God that has to be one of the hottest things Ive ever seen. So is Cynthia a sub? Rob realized that their neighbor wasnt going to be a problem with their lifestyle so he answered truthfully, Yes LaTesha, she is. She is not only my wife but my slave in every way. Her slave name is cynfulknotslut or cynful for short. As a mistress, please feel free to call her that. I will instruct her that you are to be treated as a mistress at all times. If you want your sub to get some pointers, feel free to bring her over for some sessions with cynful. Im glad this isnt a problem with you. We were a bit worried about what the neighbors might think. As a matter of fact, if I had known you could see the back yard from your house, I wouldnt have allowed cynful to have her romp out here. But Im glad she did. LaTesha answered, I understand. I have three other roommates besides my sub Susie. One is 19 and two are 18 with one of the 18 year olds having her 18th birthday today. They arent aware of Susies and my true relationship and for now I would like to keep it that way. They just think were a couple of lezzies. At least theyre cool with us sleeping together. I think they are planning a little party for her this evening. I have to go to work soon so wont be able to be there or I would invite you over. I dont think it would be fair to them to have you show up without knowing any of them. Well plan a little get together next weekend. LaTesha continued with Susies tale saying, Susies an interesting case. For quite a few reasons, there was no way I could leave Susie to her own devices in the dorms. We were roommates last year and she was out partying all night almost every night. She was a party animal, coming back drunk, loud, and waking me up every time. She was on the road to flunking out because she would stay out until two or three in the morning. She was starting to interfere with my grades so I finally decided to do something about it. One Friday while she was partying, I went to a localadult store and got some toys. When she returned at 4 am, I helped her strip and get into bed. She was so drunk that she never noticed when I put cuffs on her wrists until it was too late. Then it was easy to add a spreader bar, dildo and butt plug to the mix. She woke up at 3pm that day and asked me what was going on and demanded to be released. I told her I was pissed at her for continually coming in and waking me up in the early morning hours. I showed her the pictures I took of her after I had her all bound up and even got a timed one with me eating her cunt out. I was wearing a wig to disguise who I really was and hid my face so they cant tell whether Im black or white. When I told her she had better straighten up or I would send those pictures to her parents, she got belligerent with me. I knew she hadnt been to the bathroom since she had come in earlier in the morning. I realized that she probably had to go like crazy so I pulled her legs up by the spreader bar until her cunt was over her face. She begged and begged me to let her go but I told her that it was obvious from her attitude that she hadnt changed and I wasnt going to put up with it. When she learned that I wasnt going to let her go until she pissed on her self, she really started to beg. I just ignored her until she couldnt hold it any more. When she started pissing, I twisted her nipples and caused her to scream. She got a mouthful of piss and started coughing and crying like crazy. After she pissed on herself I sat down at the computer and started writing an email to her parents. That woke her up and she began to beg and promise she would be good. When she did I laid out the rules. The deal was simple at the start, she could go out one night a week, and had to bein by 2am. She could not cut a class, or score less than 85% on any exam, or she would pay a penalty. For about the first month everything was fine but then she fell off the wagon. This time I was more than pissed off. By thetime the weekend was over she was calling me Mistress and I had her nipples and clit hood pierced and she had a red ass and tits. Shes been quite a compliant little sub since then. Shell do just about anything I want within reason. She did balk a bit when I told her to dream that the dildo I was fucking her with belonged to Teddy there. I must say, it excited the hell out of me to imagine it was Susie fucking him. Just as LaTesha was finishing her story she caught a glint of light from the direction of her house. She looked over and saw Suzie in the window watching. She looked hard and realized that Suzie had gotten out her grandmothers antique opera glasses. She said angrily aloud to herself, That little bitch. She knows that shes not supposed to touch those glasses. Im going to have to punish her ass. LaTesha fumed as she watched cynful fucking Teddy. Her mind was trying to think of a way to make Susie pay for taking her precious opera glasses. They were something that had been passed down from generation to generation. No telling how old they really were. As she watched cynful fucking Teddy, an idea began to form. Finally she said, cynful, you seem to have acquired an audience over at my house. Why dont you wave at the second story window and wave at the little voyeur and then wave her down? I want her to meet you. cynful immediately followed orders. She turned toward the house next door and diverted her eyes to the window Susie was at. She waved excitedly at her and then waved for her to join her. Susie had been watching and fucking herself, oblivious to anything else. She closed her eyes momentarily as she neared orgasm. When she opened them again, she was shocked into inaction by what she saw. The neighbor girl was looking straight at her and waving. Then she began to wave for her to join her. Susie almost dropped the opera glasses. She definitely stopped fucking herself. She soon got control of her emotions and moved the glasses so she could see her mistress. What she saw scared her. She could see from her mistresss face that she was angry. She also saw that she was pointing to the ground in front of her as she stared at the window. Susie was truly scared now. Mistress was angry at her for something and she didnt want to incur any more of her wrath. She quickly jumped up and grabbed a terrycloth robe and began to run down the stairs and out of the house as she struggled to put it on. To anyone looking, they would have laughed at the way she was running. In her panic, she had left the dildo in her cunt and it caused her to waddle in a very funny way. She even forgot to put the opera glasses down. Halfway to the neighbors house she realized she still had them and in a panic, put it in her robes pocket. When Susie got to the neighbors house she immediately entered the back yard through the front gate. She waddled as fast as she could around to the back of the house. She didnt stop until she was in front of her mistress and kneeling. LaTesha waited a few seconds before she said anything. When she finally began to speak she said angrily, You filthy little cunt. After all Ive done for you, you cant even follow a simple order. Now I want you to think back a couple of weeks. I gave you a very specific order about something. Do you remember what that order was you stupid cunt? Susie was so panicked that she couldnt remember an order from a few minutes ago, let alone from a couple of weeks ago. Her pause was too long however and suddenly she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her cheeks from where her mistress slapped her. She fell over screaming from the force of the blow. Suddenly she heard her mistress yell in an even angrier voice, Get back in position you stupid cunt and answer my question. Susie was shaking in fear so much, she could barely move. When she eventually got into position, she whispered dejectedly, I I I dddont remember mistress. LaTesha angrily said, Ill give you a little hint you stupid cunt. You were just using it to watch cynful fucking Teddy. Do you remember what Im talking about now you stupid bitch? Susie did remember and she immediately remembered the orders her mistress had given her. She was to never touch the opera glasses for any reason, even if her life depended on them. Her face went white as she knew she had seriously screwed up. She quickly fell down and wrapped her arms around her mistresss feet and began to beg, Please forgive me mistress. I forgot. Im so sorry. Please dont punish me. Ill do anything for you if you forgive me. LaTesha answered, Youll do anything for me whether I forgive you or not. But Ill tell you right now that you are going to have to work off my anger. You fucking know you deserve it too. I have an idea of what I am going to do to you. You do this and I wont paddle you. Do you agree? Susie answered in confusion, You didnt tell me what the punishment would be. How can I agree to something you didnt tell me? LaTeshas anger was beginning to wane a bit but she didnt want Susie to know that. She acted angrier still and said, Im not going to tell you what I had in mind. You either agree to it or I paddle your ass every night until you pass out and then after a week of that I will send all of the evidence I have of your activities to your parents. Now what is it going to be? Susie knew she was between a rock and a hard place. She bowed her head down in defeat and mumbled very quietly, Okay, I agree to your punishment. LaTesha slapped Susie again and said, That wasnt good enough bitch. Say it so everyone in this yard can hear you. Susie was crying in full body sobs as she tried to get the words out, III aaagree sobsobsob to sobsobsob to your sobsobsob punishment sobsobsob. LaTesha smiled as she knew she had her right where she wanted her. She answered, For violating my orders so grievously and because you did it so you could watch cynful fuck Teddy here, I think it only appropriate that you become Teddys bitch for a week. You will take care of his every need just like cynful does normally. There is no negotiation. For the time, you will stay over here with Teddy and Master Rob will be your Master. You will follow and obey him, just like you obey me. After your punishment is over, you will continue to follow and obey his orders as if they are mine. The only orders that take precedent over his from now on are mine. Otherwise he is your lord and master. Do you understand cunt? Susie was sobbing terribly and squeaked out a yes as she nodded her head in agreement. She did ask, CCan the punishment start after the party for Abby? Sobsobsob I promised her I would be there. LaTesha relented but wanted to exact her first bit of punishment from her and said, I want you to get out of that robe and crawl over to where cynful and Teddy are fucking and I want you to get down there and lick where they are joined. When the dog finishes cumming and pulls out, you will suck him clean and then suck his cum out of cynfuls cunt. Only when youve done that can you go back to the house. Susie looked at LaTesha in amazement and said, Youre going to make me lick up dog cum. I c LaTesha interrupted Susie in mid sentence and said, Before you say you cant, remember the consequences. Im sure your loving parents would like to know what a drunken, lezzie whore you are. Now get to it before its too late. Susie lowered her head in defeat and crawled over to cynful and Teddy. cynful had watched the entire thing and just couldnt understand why Susie would agree to something like this and still be so dejected. No matter though. She was nothing but a slave and it was up to the masters and mistresses to make the decisions. She kept right on fucking Teddy through the whole thing. She watched with intensity as Susie crawled toward her. She gasped in erotic surprise as she felt Susie bend in and give her first tentative lick of the joined cock and cunt. What she couldnt see were the silent tears streaming down Susies cheeks. Susie may have been excited about watching another girl fucking a dog. But she never imagined that she would be involved in bestiality in any way. To her this was as low as a person could go. And to be made to do it in front of witnesses just added to the whole humiliation of the whole thing. Any form of resistance or belief that she would ever be free of her roommate's grasp, was quickly being squashed. She fully began to realize that her future was to be a sex toy for LaTesha to play with. These thoughts were the focus of her entire awareness as she bent down and on autopilot began to lick the joined cock and cunt. cynfuls excitement began to skyrocket as she felt the dual stimulation of Teddys cock in her cunt and Susies tongue all over and around the area they were joined. Her excitement was building more and more until suddenly she felt Teddy begin to shoot stream after stream of burning hot doggie cum into her stuffed cunt. That was enough to push her to the edge but not enough to push her over into a good cum. Susie was tentatively licking around the joined cock and cunt for a few moments when she felt the pulse travel through the cock. She kept licking until just a bit of dog cum began to seep around Teddys knot. When she got her first taste of dog cum she began to pull away. cynful was almost over the edge of cumming when she felt Susie begin to pull away. She immediately reached down with both hands and pushed Susies face back into her cunt and yelled, Lick me you stupid bitch. Im almost there. Dont stop now. Rob and LaTesha had been watching the whole thing. When they watched and heard cynful ordering Susie around and forcing her face into where her cunt and Teddys cock were joined, they began laughing. LaTesha finally got control and looked at Rob and said, Listen Rob. I meant what I said about her following your orders as if they were mine. Dont let her ignore you. And after that little show cynful put on, I think she should get to mistress over Susie as well. Susie really pissed me off so for the next week, I want her to spend as much time as possible with Teddy. You can have Teddy do whatever he wants with her for all I care. Ive got to get to work. Thanks for the show. I can tell its going to be a fun year. Oh, let her enjoy her last night of relative freedom so she can enjoy the party. Ill make sure she comes over tomorrow for you to play with. Bye now. She leaned in and gave Rob a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking to leave through the front gate to go home. cynful guided Susie through the arduous task, for Susie, of sucking Teddys cock clean of their combined juices. Then she made Susie suck all of the dogs cum out of her over flowing cunt. For the next hour, cynful enjoyed cum after cum until she couldnt stand it any more. Finally she pushed Susie away and said, I think master has something he wants to say to you before you go. Im all cleaned up now. It sure has been fun. Im going to enjoy having you live next door. Susie dejectedly got up and walked over to Rob. She never saw what hit her as Rob slapped her hard with an open hand across the face. She found herself picking herself up off of the ground again for the second time that afternoon. She wondered what she had done wrong when it dawned on her that she didnt treat Rob like she did Mistress LaTesha. When she got up, she knelt in front of him and waited. Rob waited until Susie was in position before he said anything. When she was he said, In the next week or two, well get rid of that little bit of a stubborn streak. Your problem is that you havent accepted your position as Mistress LaTeshas slave. Well you better take a good look at these. Rob threw down several pictures in front of her. What Susie saw caused her to faint. When she came around, the pictures were gone. She looked forlornly at Rob and asked through her tears, Tell me you didnt send those pictures of me sucking the dog to my parents. Please dont send them. I promise Ill obey PLEASE. Rob smiled and said, Those pictures will be given to your mistress tomorrow. Then of course well want to get some of you with Teddy fucking you both in the cunt and the ass. After that, well just see what happens. Now its time for some ground rules. Your mistress has given you to me for the next week, except for tonight. Tomorrow morning I expect you to come over to the house and cook breakfast for us. I want you to plan on having breakfast ready for us at seven in the morning. Dont even think of coming in the front door. All of the doors will be locked and if you ring the door bell, you will be punished. There is a doggy door here in the back that you can crawl through. For the duration of the time you are serving me, you will cook breakfast for me. Keep in mind that Teddy tends to get horny at night so if he sees you before you get inside or once inside and he wants to fuck you, be sure and let him. That is no excuse however, for being late with breakfast. If you think you might be late, it would be better to start a little earlier. The next rule is that you will no longer walk on this property. You will crawl like the dogs bitch you are. The third rule is that you will always be naked while you are on this property. Rule four is that you will take care of all bodily functions in the back yard. You are not allowed to use the toilet in either house any more. The back yard is the only place a doggie bitch like you should go. Any time Teddy barks at you, I expect you to immediately start to attend to his needs. He will let you know whether he wants a fuck or to be sucked. All you have to do is stay on all fours and he will make the decision which hole he wants to fuck you in. I would recommend that if you havent been fucked in the ass that you get yourself loosened up with that dildo or youll be screaming bloody murder and the neighbors will call the police. Just think how mom and dad will react when they see the police report of you being fucked up the ass by a dog. Im sure they would be proud of their lovely daughter. If youre smart, youll sleep with that dildo in your ass tonight. Now get back to your house. Youve got a birthday party to attend. Susie looked for her robe but couldnt see it any where. Rob knew what she was looking for but wasnt going to say anything until she asked. She kept looking over at him as if she wanted to ask but always stopped at the last minute. Finally she took a deep breath in resignation and crawled out of the still open front gate and all of the way home. Fortunately for her, no one came down the road in front of the houses when she was crawling between the houses. As she crawled, she wondered, How much more screwed up can my life get. How can I ever face my parents again after all of the pictures that have been taken? On top of that, how could anyone be as happy as that cynful girl, or whatever her name is, when she is nothing more than a slave for sex? God, how I envy her! Ill have to ask her how she adjusted to her life that way. Susie entered the house none too soon. If she had been a few seconds later, the birthday girl would have seen her crawling naked into the house. She heard the car pulling into the drive as the door was closing behind her. She hurried up the stairs to LaTeshas room. She couldnt really call it her room since she was nothing more than property to her mistress. She went into the suite bathroom and filled the tub. She knew she could soak and scrub for the rest of her life but she would never again feel clean. She had sucked a dogs cock. Nothing could be lower or worse than that. But at least the hot water would help her relax. The thing that added insult to injury about the whole thing was that she had cum while she was being forced to suck the dogs cock. It wasnt a big overpowering cum like some shed had but she did cum. Being forced to suck the dogs cock was exciting to her. She could never admit that to anyone, let alone herself, but that was the case. She decided she would stay in the tub until the last possible minute. Then quickly get dressed and party like never before. She had the suspicion that this would be her last free night for a long, long time. One of the nice things about the visit with LaTesha was that while Master Rob and Mistress LaTesha had been watching, they also discussed transportation to and from the main college campus and it was arranged for cynful to ride with LaTesha to classes. Rob and cynful spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening unpacking and getting settled in. When they were comfortable with how they had everything, Rob led cynful by the hand to the door just off of the kitchen. It didnt escape cynfuls notice that Rob had to unlock the door to go down the stairs. The stairway was rather dark and there was another locked door at the bottom of the stairs. When Rob opened the door, Cynful gasped in surprise. In front of her was what could only be described as a dungeon. There were manacles on the wall and floor. There were huge hooks on pulleys attached to crossbeams that supported the floor above. There was an area with a sink and open drain and an open shower head. There was a table there with shackles attached to it as well. There was also a St. Andrews cross. There were several cabinets in the room but when they looked, there was no actual equipment in them. Rob did find a note in one of the cabinets that gave them the address to a porn shop close to where they lived that catered to unusual tastes. It also had a code on it and indicated that they had a two thousand dollar credit line to get started on outfitting the dungeon. Rob showed the note to Cynful who clapped her hands together giddily and said, Oh goody master. Lets go get our stuff tonight? I want us to have our very own dungeon so we can have all sorts of fun together. Rob shook his head in amazement as he was constantly being surprised by how Cynthia responded to all of the things she was exposed to as a sub in the Coch Organization. He finally answered, Then why dont we go see just how much of this limit we can spend tonight. Come on you little slut. I dont know if Im going to be able to keep up with you. You do surprise me a little more every day. Just three months ago I would have never dreamed you could be like this. cynful turned toward Rob and put her arms around his shoulders and looked up into his eyes with love and adoration saying, I dont know how many times I have to say this to you, my master, but Ill keep saying it as long as I have to. The old Cynthia Palmer died when I found out that my brother had sold me out to some bookie. When I was given a choice of becoming a crack whore and ending up in some gutter somewhere or being a slave to someone unknown and live my dream I decided that the latter was much preferable to the former and devoted my life to that choice. You know what changed when I found out that the master in question was you? Rob truthfully answered, No I dont. What changed when you found out it was me? cynful answered with sincere conviction saying, If I was willing to give my all for a master I did not know, then I had to give you everything else I had left. That is my love, my trust and my undying devotion. You are the master of my heart and my soul. I am truly yours to mold and play with as you see fit. I pray daily that you will never violate that trust but you are my master in every way and it is my duty to help you to enjoy this body that belongs to you to the best of my ability. Rob bent his head down and took cynful into a bear hug and kissed her with every ounce of passion he had. He whispered after he broke the kiss, I accept your gift and promise to always honor the trust you have given me my love. I also promise that we will explore every facet of play we can and find out what you love and what you dont. If you ever find you dont like something, just let me know and I wont do it again. Now lets go find out what kinds of things we can find to play with. Im sure we need to find a variety of clamps, whips and dildos but well just have to shop and see what else they have. The two left the house with Teddy and drove the half mile to the porn shop. After showing the clerk the note, they were made to wait as he phoned the owner. Within five minutes the owner was in the shop and approached Rob and cynful. He shook Robs hand while he appraised cynful with his eyes. He said, I was told you had a red headed beauty of a sub but Id say she was an angel. She looks so innocent, are you sure this is the same slave I was told about? Rob laughed, Let me introduce you to cynfulknotslut. She answers to cynful. We are here to stock up our new dungeon. The note said that we had a two thousand dollar limit to get us started. The owner of the shop had an evil, lustful sneer on his face as he said, Yes the agreement was that I would give you a two thousand dollar credit line but that she would have to work it off. I have a little stage area in back and I usually keep a slave handy so customers can test their equipment before they buy. I tell you what. You put her back in that room and when she has earned me double the amount of credit you have, well call it even. Im guessing that if she is as good as Ive been told, she will be done before the night is through. Rob responded as he looked at cynful, I tell you what, you get on your phone to your organization members and tell them we have a little surprise for them tonight and charge them an admission. I promise it will be worth their while. cynful will earn the two thousand like you said but the money from the show will go to any additional purchases we might want to make over and above that. What do you think about doing something like that? The owner answered, Let me have 25% of the take and its a deal. Rob was surprised, He expected the guy to want a lot more than that and had hoped for a 50/50 deal. This was much better and so shook his hand and said, We have a deal. Let me get our purchases first and then well have cynful in the back room. Well stay until you tell me she has earned her keep. I want to be in the room at the same time so I can protect my slave.Once she has met the requisite amount then give us about 30 minutes to get set up for a show. I want it understood that I will allow no permanent damage to be done to her. I also expect that any customers desiring to enjoy all of her assets will take appropriate precautions. I will not have my slave put at risk of being exposed to some disease. The owner shook Robs hand and answered, Its agreed. Just bring your purchases to the counter when youre done and the cashier there will put it aside for you. When youre ready, let him know and he will show you to the back room. This is the end of chapter 6 Note to Fans: Those that would like to see the campus map and pictures of Clearview Preparatory School, visit my MySpace web site or Redlegtigers Tigers Den on google groups. I have posted the pictures in my pics file there. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and [email protected] to let us know what you think of the story. or visit http://www.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions so please take the time to email me. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 12 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 12, Karens Home Town Humiliation Continues at Grandpas Liquor Store Karen drove up to Grandpas Liquor Store and hoped that her ordeal here wouldnt be too bad. She knew old Pete Baxter had to be in his late 60s or 70s. He surely couldnt do much she hoped and prayed. She looked at the clock and realized that it was after 5:00 pm and then she noticed a closed sign on the door to the store. She hoped that she wasnt too late. She didnt want to face Darrell if she wasnt able to get the liquor for the party. She knew it would be bad. Karen took a deep breath to calm her self and walked up to the door. She tried it and found that it was locked. She tried pounding her fist on the door and still no one answered. She started to panic and decided to go around to the back of the store and try the back door. She got to the door and tried to open it. She breathed a great sigh of relief when the door opened. She knew that old Pete would still be there if the door wasnt locked. She carefully stepped through the door and looked around. She didnt see anyone so she yelled, Hello. Pete. Is anyone there? She listened for a response but didnt hear one but she thought she heard something coming from a door that said Office. She went up to the door, knocked and waited. The door opened slowly and a short, scrawny and wrinkled old man opened the door. The man said, Karen, its so nice of you to come by. Darrell told me you would stop by today with their order. When you didnt show up before I closed I thought they must have canceled the party. Do you have a list of what they need? Karen nodded her head yes and handed him the list that Darrell had given her. He glanced at the list and then looked up at Karen. You know missy; that is a lot of beer and liquor for a party of youngsters. How old are you anyway? You dont look like your old enough to be buying or drinking alcohol. Karen answered truthfully, III just turned sixteen. Pete looked at her with surprise and said, I cant let you have all this liquor. Ill get thrown in jail if they catch you with it. Im sorry but youll just have to do without. As he said this he was guiding her to the back door. Karen quickly turned and begged, Please fill the order for me Pete. Ill do anything for you if you fill the order. Its for John and Nancy Mitchells party tomorrow night and I cant let them down. They couldnt pick it up because they had to work. They knew you didnt deliver on Saturday, so thats why they asked me to do it. Please help me. He looked at her and said Im sorry Karen, I just cant do it. Karen fell to her knees and grabbed him around his legs and continued to beg. She pleaded, Please Mr. Baxter, Ill do anything you want. Ill have sex with you if you want. Ill be your slave for a day if you want. Pete responded, Im an old man that cant get it up any more. What good would your offer do me? I couldnt fuck you if I wanted to. Karen looked up at him and said, Ill have sex with anyone you want. Ill let you do anything to me, with anyone you want, please, please, please. I beg youPLEASE! Pete got a big grin on his face and decided to play a little game with Karen. He said, I tell you what Karen. Ill let you prove to me that youll do as you say. Do you think that is fair? Karen answered with tears of desperation running down her cheeks saying, Yes its fair. Ill do whatever you say. Pete then dropped the challenge to her, Now Karen, in order to prove to me that you will do everything I say, I want some honest answers from you first before I give you your task to prove you are worth the risk. I understand that you were a real cold little bitch in school and turned down all of the boys that asked you out. Is that correct? Karen tried to explain, I wanted to date but my parents wouldnt let me. Pete stopped her saying, I didnt ask for excuses. Now how many boys did you turn down? Karen answered, I dOnt know for sure but there were at least 20 0r 30. Pete asked, Do your remember any of their names? Karen answered, I can remember at least fifteen of them. Pete finally gave her the challenge saying, Okay Karen, I want you to go by each of their homes and ask them to meet you here in one hour. You will promise them what ever you have to. If the boy cannot come back here, I expect you to suck him off right there in the front door regardless of who else may be there and apologize for turning him down for a date. I expect you to have at least five of them come here. If you can get more to come, that will be better. If a boy wants to bring a friend or a family member, then that is okay. If they want you to fuck or suck someone there with them, I expect you to do it. You will return here in one hour. That will be 8:30 pm. If you dont have at least five of them here by then, you will not get the alcohol you need. Do you understand and accept my challenge? Karen looked up at him and answered with relief in her voice, Oh thank you Pete. Ill do it. Can I go now? Pete said, You better hurry or youll run out of time. Karen ran to the van and quickly drove thinking thank god for small towns. She went to the house of the first boy she remembered and knocked on the door. A young girl answered the door that looked like she was about ten years old but was actually thirteen. Karen asked, Is your brother home? The girl turned away from the door and yelled, Hey dick wad, you have a cute girl at the door asking for your sorry ass. He came out of the living room and looked at the door. Why Karen! he said looking a little startled. What do you want? Karen looked and saw that his little sister was no more than 5 feet behind him and was listening to everything that was being said. Karen hemmed and hawed and finally spit out, III wanted to apologize for turning you down for a date last year. I want to make it up to you. Can you come down to the liquor store? I promise that you wont regret it. Ill make all of your fantasies come true. Karen crossed her fingers and hoped that it would be enough. The boy looked at his sister, then back at Karen and said, I cant leave right now because I have to baby-sit my sister. Karen begged, Please go to the store. I promise that Ill fuck you or suck you if you do. His little sister said to her brother giggling, You should take her up on it dork brain. Its not like youve ever had anyone offer you sex before. Besides, I wouldnt mind seeing you put it to her myself. The boy just looked at his sister with his mouth open in surprise. She said, And if you take me, I promise I wont tell mom and dad that you had sex with your girlfriend in the living room. She said it with a teasing smile. He turned to Karen and said, My sister and I will be there in about 20 minutes, but I want a blow job now first. Karen got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his dick and started sucking with all the skill she had learned in the last few days. It only took a couple of minutes before she had him cumming in her mouth. She swallowed everything down and noticed that the young girl was only about a foot away with an amazed look on her face. The girl looked up and saw Karen looking at her. She told Karen, That was so cool. Karen turned to the boy and said, Ill see you two at the store in a bit. Ive got to go. Karen got into the van and went to the next boy that she remembered she had turned down. She remembered this boy. They had gone to school together from elementary school on. As a matter of fact, he was the one boy she had a crush on in Junior High School. When he had asked her to the dance last fall, she wanted to go in the worst way, but her parents forbade her to go. When she had to turn him down she cried for days. She tried to explain to him, but he just turned around and walked off. Now she was faced with the prospect of having to humiliate herself and beg him to fuck her. She knew that this would destroy any feelings he might have for her. She decided that she was going to try and make this his most enjoyable experience he had ever had. She was going to use everything she had learned to make him enjoy her like he never enjoyed anyone before. She went up and knocked on the door. When the door opened, she saw that it was Bill Cates dad. She immediately asked, Good evening Mr. Cates. Is Bill home? I need to talk to him for a few minutes please. Mr. Cates looked at Karen and realized that by the way she was dressed that the rumors he had heard were most likely true. He had always thought that Karen was a beautiful girl and fantasized about fucking her. He realized that if the rumors were true, he just might get his chance tonight, if he played his cards right. And the nice thing is that his wife was out shopping with their daughter, leaving him and Bill. He answered, Hes in his room upstairs. Its the second door on the right. Im sure he would like to see you. You know, he hasnt really been the same since you turned him down last fall. He was head over heals for you. Karen answered, I really liked him too. I would have gone with him in a heart beat if my parents would have allowed it, but they wouldnt let me date until I was 16. Can I go up and talk to him. Mr. Cates told her, Go on up. Karen went up the stairs and knocked on the second door on the right. She heard Bill say Come in. Karen opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her. He looked up and saw her and asked with venom in his voice, What do you want. Didnt you do enough damage last fall when you shot me down. Ive loved you since we first met. I thought you felt the same way, but when I asked you to a simple school dance, you shot me down. That hurt more than I can say. Karen was in tears by the time he finished. She felt the same way about him, but her stupid parents ruined any chance of love for her. Oh how she was beginning to feel just a little bit of hatred growing for her parents. She wouldnt be in her current situation if it wasnt for them. She finally spoke up, Bill, that is what Im here for. You didnt give me a chance to explain then. I wanted to go with you, but my parents wouldnt let me. I was hoping you would ask me to the prom. When you didnt, I went with Darrell instead because he asked. I would like to make it up to you. She said as she approached the bed. Bill had sat up in the middle of the bed and turned toward the door when Karen had come in. She put her hands on the bed and looking him in the eyes, leaned in to kiss him. She gave him the best French kiss that she knew how to give. After a couple of minutes of kissing like there was no tomorrow, she reached down and started unbuckling his belt. She pulled his pants and underwear down in one tug and exposed a nice seven inch cock. She grabbed it and started stroking it. As it hardened, she leaned down to take it in her mouth without ever taking her eyes from his. She tried to put every bit of love into her look that she could. She closed her lips around his cock and started sucking, never taking her eyes off his. He leaned back on his hands in disbelief as he watched her sucking his cock. Mr. Cates had followed Karen up about a minute after she went up the stairs. When he got to the door, he silently turned the knob and pushed the door open enough to see in to the room. When he saw Karen start giving Bill a blow job, he quickly stripped his pants off and started stroking his cock. Bill quickly glanced at his dad who had put his finger up to his mouth to signal Bill to be quiet. He looked back at Karen and sighed in enjoyment. His dad quietly walked up behind Karen. He noticed immediately that she wasnt wearing panties under her short skirt. He grabbed his 8 inch cock and rammed it home in Karens sopping cunt. She had really gotten excited giving a blow job to the boy she truly loved. She was hoping to suck him off and then fuck him. When his dad started fucking her though, the magic of the moment was lost and it turned in to a sordid fuck fest. She continued sucking until she had made Bill cum. She had started crying shortly after Bills dad had started fucking her. She knew that Bill had seen him and didnt do anything to stop it. She realized that any feelings he may have had for her before, were now gone. All Bill saw in front of him now was a whore. He thought that she would have never allowed his father to fuck her without a fight if she was the girl he thought she was. He started yelling at her, Your nothing but a whore who isnt worth shit. Bill backed up against the wall and continued to call her every vile and filthy name he could think of until his dad came in her cunt and quickly pulled out and zipped up. Karen sat back on her heals and looked at him and then Bill crying. She knew what she had to do. She told them, Yes your right. Ive been turned into nothing but a worthless sex slave now. I have to fuck anyone my master tells me and I cant do anything about it. If you go to the liquor store by 8:30 pm you can do anything with me that you want. Bill, I know you dont believe me but you were my only true love. Karen then ran out of the house crying hysterically over the loss of her one and only true love. She got into the van and drove to the next boy. She was in a state of shock and was just functioning mechanically. The boy she had turned down opened the door. Karen just got on her knees and took his cock out in the doorway and started sucking his cock. The shocked look on his face was priceless. He realized who it was and wondered what had caused her to do this. He wasnt about to do anything to stop her though. A little 10 year old girl came up behind him and asked, Whats going on? He just turned his head and told her, Just shut up and go to your room. She told him that, No, Im not going to my room and if you dont let me watch, Ill tell mom and dad. He just groaned and grabbed Karens head and started face fucking her. Shortly after he was cumming and Karen swallowed every bit. The little girl just stared with awe and said, Cool. When Karen had swallowed every bit of his spunk, she looked up at him and told him, If your Grandpas liquor store at 8:30 pm youll get to do more. The girl quickly crossed her arms across her chest and spoke in a huff saying, If you go, then you have to take me with you. He looked at Karen and told her, I cant take my sister to a place like that. As much as I would love to, I cant risk my parents finding out I did something like that. Karen said, I understood and apologized for turning you down for a date. He told her, You more than made up for it with the blow job. Karen blushed in shame and turned and went back to the van. She looked at her watch and realized that she had used up 20 minutes and only gotten to 3 of the boys. She quickly started the van and drove to the next boys house. This time she actually got to kill two birds with one stone. There was a set of twins, Jack and Jake Jackson, that lived at this house and both of them had asked her out at one time or another. She never did like them. They always seemed sleazy to her. From what she understood, their sole goal in life while in school was to fuck as many of their classmates in school that they could. When they had asked her to go out with them, she was glad her parents wouldnt allow her to date. When the door was opened, Karen noticed that there seemed to be a lot of noise, as if a party was going on. Karen couldnt tell which of the twins opened the door but he immediately recognized her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house while saying, Karen, Im glad you came by. We were just having a party and were just saying we should invite some women. Karen looked and saw that there were about 10 guys there. Besides the twins, there were 5 more of the boys that had asked her out. The twin continued, Any way, I know it might feel strange being the only female here, but come on in and have a beer. Karen didnt want to drink anything right now so she politely refused saying, Thanks for the offer but I cant. Are you Jack or Jake? He responded, Im Jake. Karen asked, Can you bring the guys over for a minute. I need to say something to everyone. I promise it will be worth all of your whiles. Jake gave a loud whistle that got everyones attention. He Yelled to Jack, Turn the stereo off Bro. When all was silent Jake told them, Karen wants to say something to us. She said it would be worth our while to listen. Karen took a deep breath as if it would build more strength so she could get through this and began. I know most of you guys asked me to go out with you last year in school and I turned you down. I just wanted to say that I was sorry for turning you down and invite you to Grandpas Liquor Store to make it up to you. I promise youll go home afterwards a lot happier than you are now. I would really appreciate it if you would. Jake told Karen, Go wait outside and Ill let you know the answer shortly. Karen waited on the porch for a few minutes listening to the murmurs of discussion. The door finally opened and Jake stuck his head out and asked, What was it that youll do for us? Karen answered, Ill suck you or fuck you any way you want and as many times as you want. Jake closed the door and Karen heard murmuring again. It didnt last nearly as long this time. The door opened and Jake said Well all be there. This had better not be a joke. Karen told him, Be there by 8:30 pm. Its no joke. She turned and ran to the van and got in. Off she went to the next boys house she could remember. She looked at the clock and saw that she was down to 20 minutes remaining. She hoped she could get to all of the boys homes in time. When she pulled up to the next house, there was no one home and there were a couple of weeks worth of news papers on the front porch. She went on to the next and found that home empty as well. That left three and she still had 15 minutes. At the next home she saw that someone was home. She shuddered at the memory of this boy, Paul Young. When he had asked her out, he was so dirty that you could smell him the second he came in the room. His clothes were just as dirty and filthy and were torn in multiple places. She swallowed down a feeling of nausea from the memory and got out of the van. She could smell the stench well before she got to the front porch. She tried her hardest not to breathe through her nose as she went up to the door and knocked. All of a sudden the front door shook hard as if it was going to come off of its hinges and she heard a very deep and loud barking. This went on for several minutes before she heard a male voice yell SITSTAY and the door opened a few inches. When he saw who it was he said, Karen! What a pleasant surprise. I was just thinking about you. My sister was just telling me about your fun and games behind Keplars Meats. Karen Blushed from head to toe at that comment and then she heard a voice she recognized. It was Brittany from earlier. She came to the door and saw who it was and said snidely, Well, well, look what we have here? I just had me a wonderful time with your sweet hubby Karen. I cant wait until your party tomorrow. Karen just looked like she was going to cry but she was almost all cried out by now. Paul spoke up, What is it you want Karen? Karen answered stuttering, III wanted to aaapologize for not going out on a date with you last year. III would like to iiinvite you to come by Grandpas liquor story at 8:30 tonight. Thats in a little less than 10 minutes. Can you do it please? Paul asked, Whats going to happen there that would make it worth my while? Karen replied, Anything you want. Paul told Karen, Ill go but only if my sister can go too. Brittany spoke up sayin, A pack of wild horses couldnt keep me away. Im going and Brunos going as well. Karen looked at the dog and realized that it had to be the biggest dog she had ever seen. She guessed that it was a mix of Rottweiller and Saint Bernard. She heaved a big sigh and said, Ill see you there then. Karen turned and went back to the van and started to panic when she saw that she only had 5 minutes left. She still had two stops to make. She quickly drove to the edge of town to the next house. The house looked empty but she got out of the car any way and went to the door and knocked. She waited about a minute and turned to go back to the van. Just as Karen turned to go, the door opened and a little 4 or 5 year old girl opened the door. Karen asked, Is your brother home? The little girl shook her head no. Just then Sandy Mc Bride came up behind the girl saying, Whos at the door Kami? She opened the door wider and saw Karen standing there. Hi Karen, what do you need? Karen quickly explained, Im supposed to invite boys that I turned down for dates to Grandpas Liquor store to make up for turning them down. You can come if you want. I dont have time to stay, I have less than 5 minutes to get back and still have one more stop. Bye. Karen turned and ran to the van and quickly drove off to the last stop. When she pulled up to the house, she saw a for sale sign in the yard with a sold sign on top. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly drove off and sped as fast as she could to Grandpas Liquors. She pulled up to the back of the store and got out of the van. Just as she was getting out of the van, another car pulled up and she saw that Sandy and her dad Scott, were getting out. Sandy came up to her and whispered, I had to call home after you stopped and tell them or I would have been punished severely. Dad drove mom over to watch the girl so he could bring me here to participate. Im sorry Karen, I really am but I had no choice. Sandy started to turn and go back to her dad but he stopped her and ordered, Sandy you and Karen are best friends so I think it only fair that you go through everything with her. Whatever she does you do as well. Sandy looked at Karen and whispered, I guess were in this together. Karen grabbed her hand and answered, Im glad. Karen and Sandy turned and saw old Pete sitting in a lawn chair next to the back door. As they took a step toward him he spoke up, saying, Stop where youre at and give us a strip show. He reached down and turned on a portable stereo. Music started playing to a heavy beat. Sandy, being used to this kind of thing quickly started swaying sexily to the music while taking off her clothing one at a time. Karen on the other hand wasnt quite as graceful, but made an attempt. She watched Sandy and started trying to mimic her movements and soon was doing a good little strip tease. As the music started playing, the back door to the store opened and about twenty guys, the 13 year old girl and finally Brittany with the dog came out. They all formed a circle around Karen and Sandy. Once Karen and Sandy had completely stripped and were standing there nude waiting for their next command, Pete spoke up. Brittany, I do believe that we agreed that this part of the show was up to you. Brittany led the dog into the center of the circle while ordering, Karen get down on your knees. Karen immediately complied as she knew that if she didnt she would be shocked by the silver dildo in her ass. Brittany walked up and asked Sandy, What are you here for Sandy? This isnt your show its mine. Sandy answered, Karen is my best friend and dad said that I should do what Karen does. Brittany thought for a few seconds and then ordered, Well Sandy, I want you to get down on your back and scoot under Karen in a 69 position. When the dog gets up behind Karen to fuck her, I want you to guide his cock in and start licking his balls and ass hole. Until then, you just suck on her pussy and clit. I want you to bring her to as many orgasms as you can. Brittany led Bruno to Karens head and ordered, Up Bruno. She lifted up on the leash and Bruno pushed up with his front legs and then landed with all his weight on Karens back. With Brittany pulling on the leash, he walked forward on his hind legs until his cock was against Karens nose. Brittany ordered, Karen, I want you to start sucking on Brunos cock and keep sucking until I tell you to stop. Karen reached up with one hand and started massaging the sheath. The tip of the dogs dick began to emerge. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward and started to lick the dogs emerging cock. Just as she started licking, she felt an orgasm start and was soon groaning in ecstasy. When the orgasm was finally over, she went back to licking the dogs cock. When it had extended about 3 inches out she put it in her mouth and started sucking. The dogs cock started to rapidly enlarge and soon it was over 8 inches long from its pointed tip to the beginning of its knot and about 3 inches in diameter. Karen thought that if the dogs cock was this big, she couldnt imagine how big its knot might be but it must be huge. The dog started to hump and force its cock down Karens throat. The dogs cock seemed to be getting even bigger to Karen and she was beginning to struggle to breathe. Just as Karen thought she would pass out, Brittany pulled the dog off of her. She led him to her ass and ordered the dog up and guided him on to Karens back. Sandy reached up and grabbed the dogs cock and lined it up with Karens cunt. When the dog felt the tip of its cock enter Karens cunt hole, it rammed forward hard. Karen grunted and collapsed onto her elbows. She groaned in pain as the dogs knot began to ram hard into her cunt lips. She felt Sandy frequently licking and sucking on her clit briefly and then the feeling would stop for a while and then return. She pushed up to her hands and looked back under her and saw Sandy licking the dogs balls and the surface of the knot. She saw Sandys head go up and all she could see was her chin moving as if she were sucking on something. She could only assume that Sandy was sucking the dogs ass hole. After a few seconds, Sandys head came back to licking the dogs balls and then up to his knot. Karen could see that she was leaving a lot more spit behind at the dogs knot and then she felt Sandy lick around her cunt lips that she could reach. Obviously Sandy was trying to provide a little extra lubrication to ease the knots penetration of her cunt. Sandy soon moved her efforts to Karens clit and Karen groaned in pleasure this time and her cunt juices were flowing as well as they ever would. She soon felt a very hard push and a bit of pain. Then it happened again and again and finally it felt like something tore and she was stuffed fuller than she had ever was before. She screamed in pain when that happened. When the knot was all the way in, Sandy began to lick and suck on Karens clit for all she was worth. She could see the dogs knot was larger than a soft ball and it wasnt even at its full size yet. She guessed that it would probably grow to about the size of a small musk melon. Karen felt the knot continue to grow. It started to hurt in the worst way and it was still growing. She thought that it was going to rip her apart. She collapsed down onto her elbows again and started screaming, OH GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS. TAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS. Sandy redoubled her efforts on Karens clit to try and get her to orgasm as quick as possible. She knew that if Karen had an orgasm, it would ease the pain. Karen soon felt the results of Sandys efforts and just as her orgasm began she felt the vibrator in her ass kick in to high gear. She screamed in orgasm as she felt the glorious feeling envelope her entire being. The orgasm seemed to go on forever and just as it felt as if it would subside, the dog started filling her with cum and she went off again into an even more intense orgasm than before. The orgasm was so intense that she passed out and collapsed onto Sandy. Sandy pushed up on Karens abdomen with her hands to hold her up enough that the dogs knot wouldnt start to rip out before it had shrunk some. She didnt want her friend to suffer any permanent damage. Sandys arms were beginning to get tired so she leaned up and bit Karen hard on her clit, which woke her up immediately eliciting a scream out of her. Karen got back up on her elbows and knees to support herself. When she finally cleared the cobwebs out of her head she realized that everyone around her were applauding and whistling as if she had just won a big race. Brittany raised her hands up palm down and started moving them in an up and down motion, emphasizing the downward motion and minimizing the upward one to indicate for them to quiet down. When the applause finally quieted down she motioned to the young 13 year old girl to come in to the center. When she got there, Brittany asked her, I know that we originally agreed to both do Karen, but with Sandy here, why dont you do her and Ill do Karen? The girl nodded in agreement and Brittany turned to Karen and Sandy and ordered, Sandy, you can come out from under there now. I want you in a kneeling position next to Karen with your ass end where her head is and your head where her ass is. As Sandy was getting into position, the dog lifted its hind leg and turned around ass end to ass end with Karen. As big as its knot was, it was going to be a while before it went down enough to pull out. Brittany announced to the group, Now for the next phase while we wait for the dogs knot to go down. I hope you enjoy the show. Brittany walked up to Karen and the 13 year old walked up to Sandy. Brittany grabbed a handful of Karens hair and the girl did the same. Brittany then announced, Now Karen and Sandy, we are going to have a little competition. You are going to suck our cunts and clits until one of us orgasms. The winner is the one that causes her girl to have two orgasms. The winner will get the pleasure of 10 swats with a birch switch on each of their tits and cunt for a total of 30. The looser will get all 30 on her cunt. Grandpa Pete will be the one to administer the switching. Brittany took a step forward and pulled Karens head to her cunt at the same time, mashing her nose into her clit. The girl did the same to Sandy. Brittany then announced, On your mark, get set, eat away. Both Karen and Sandy began to suck their girl's cunt for all they were worth. They both knew from experience that 10 swats with a switch on the cunt may be bad but 30 would be almost intolerable. And they knew that afterwards, they would have to fuck all the guys that were surrounding them watching. Sandy was definitely the more experienced of the two at pleasuring a woman. She knew that the young 13 year old girl probably had minimal experience, if any, so she would have a fairly quick fuse. She tried to take it slow and easy because she was use to that kind of punishment and she didnt know whether Karen was or not. She wasnt aware that Brittany had already been brought to orgasm at least a dozen times during the day. A couple of times were with Karen at Keplars Meats and the rest were with Darrell and his dad at their house with the two girls she went over there with. They had one heck of an orgy going while they watched the action from Karens collar camera during most of the afternoon and early evening. She had just arrived home when Karen came up to the door. It would take quite an effort to bring her to two orgasms. She was counting on that when she issued the unplanned challenge. Brittany asked Sandys dad, Scott, can you go find a nice switch for Pete to use. Scott answered, I have just the thing in my trunk. I always have a few items on hand for the unexpected opportunity that might pop up now and then. He went to his trunk and got out a variety of switches and canes and brought them to Pete. He then turned to watch the action just as Sandy brought the young girl to her first orgasm. He could tell that Brittany wasnt even close from looking at her. She looked bored. She started to yell at Karen, You better get going bitch. Sandy is already one orgasm ahead of you and you havent even got me half way there yet. Karen redoubled her efforts and started concentrating more on Brittanys clit. Karens efforts soon had an effect and Brittany finally had her first orgasm. Unfortunately for Karen, the 13 year old girl had her second one begin while Brittany was experiencing her first. Brittany announced, I believe we have a winner. Brittany went around to Bruno and hooked his leash on to his collar and called him to heal as she walked away from Karen. The dog did as she ordered and his still fairly large knot pulled out of Karens cunt, causing her to scream from the pain. There was an audible pop as the knot finally pulled free and the dogs cum just gushed out of her gapping cunt. Brittany ordered, Sandy, get in there and lick Karen clean before Pete administers the appropriate awards. After about five minutes and an orgasm from Karen, Brittany ordered, Thats enough Sandy. Both of you go and present yourself to Pete for your punishment. Both Sandy and Karen crawled over to Pete and assumed there slave kneeling position in front of Pete. Brittany ordered, Sandy, kneel in front of Pete and put your hands behind the back of your head. Karen, I want you to grab Sandys elbows and pull back even more and hold her while she receivers her punishment. Sandy, you will ask Pete to switch your left tit, then your right tit and then your cunt in that order. You will count each strike of the switch and thank Pete for it. When you have counted the 10th swat with the switch, you ask him to whip the next tit or your cunt as appropriate. Do you understand? Sandy answered, Yes miss. Brittany looked at Pete and said, Shes all yours gramps. Pete looked at the assortment of switches and canes that were brought over by Scott Mc Bride and picked a light switch. He stood to the side and slightly to the rear of Sandyss left and stood there. Sandy asked, Would you please whip my left tit please sir. Pete swung as hard as he could with a back hand and the switch hit directly across Sandys left nipple. She screamed in pain and then said, One, thank you sir, please may I have another. She took the remaining nine, counting each one in turn and after the tenth one she sobbed out, Please sir will you whip my right tit sir. Pete took up a position to Sandys right and slightly to the rear and swung down hard on her right tit. She counted one, thanked him and asked for another. This happened 10 times and she then asked, Please sir, will you switch my cunt for me? Brittany ordered, Sandy, get on your back. Karen, stand with your feet on either side of her head and pick up Sandys legs and hold her by the ankles with her legs at a 45 degree angle. Sandy lifted her legs up to make it easier for Karen to grab them. Karen grabbed her ankles and spread her legs out as far as they would go. This opened and exposed her cunt to the switch. Brittany ordered, Now ask Pete to switch your cunt again Sandy. Sandy pleaded, Please whip my cunt sir. Pete took the switch and swung it down hard right down the center of her split cunt and right over her clit. Sandy screamed bloody murder for a few seconds and then gasping for breath between sobs counted, One, thank you sir, may I have another please sir? This then continued for ten strokes with Pete moving the strikes a little to the left and right to ensure good coverage of her cunt lips. When she counted the last strike she said, Thank you sir for punishing my worthless tits and cunt. She lay there silently bawling her eyes out. She had learned from painful experience not to scream or cry too much when her mom and dad were around. Brittany ordered rudely, Get up cunt, its time for your bitch friend to get hers. Karen, get down there now. Karen complied wondering when she was going to wake up from this nightmare. She saw how much pain Sandy endured with ten swats with the switch on her cunt, how was she going to survive 30. The fear was obvious on her face and tears were already flowing down her cheeks from the knowledge that she had no choice but to do as she was told. Sandy took the same position over Karens head and held her ankles so that her legs were in a V at a 45 degree angle. While she was doing this, Pete went over to the selection of canes and switches and picked up a half inch diameter cane that was split on one end into eight thin strips. This would allow for full coverage on each strike. He went back to Karen and looked down at Karen. He noticed that her cunt was already raw looking from the abuse it had taken that day. He knew she was going to be in pretty miserable shape for the next few days after todays and tomorrows activities. When he was in position Karen asked, Would you please whip my cunt please sir. Pete swung the cane in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then swung down hard, hitting Karen dead center along her cunt crack and across her clit. The ends splayed out so that both sides were struck with several of the strips. Karen Screamed bloody murder from the pain and gasped a few times trying to get out the count. She finally took a deep breath and said, One, thank you kind sir, can this worthless cunt have another please. Pete swung again and again elicited a hideous scream from Karen. She counted and thanked him again. She received 17 such strikes, counting each and thanking him for each, but on the 18th strike she passed out from the pain. One of the guys quickly went into the store and got a bucket of icy water from a display bin with sodas in it. He came out and threw it across Karen from cunt to head so that it covered her entire body. This woke Karen with a jerk and somehow she remembered to count 18 and thanked Pete for the swat. She was now in constant pain, and was crying uncontrollably. But she continued to count each strike and thank Pete each time until they reached 30. Karens cunt was a raw bleeding mess from the whipping. The blood was from the very small lacerations caused by the strips of the cane pinching as it hit her cunt lips. Brittany looked at Karen and ordered her on her knees. She saw how bad Karens cunt was beaten and knew she couldnt stand much more. She got in front of Karens collar and asked, Darrell, Karens cunt is in awfully bad shape. Can I take the silver bullet from her ass and put it in her cunt so that the boys wont do any permanent damage? Karen felt the vibrator pulse and looked at Brittany and sobbed out, Its okay. Brittany then went to her ass and told her to push. When the end of the silver dildo appeared, Brittany grabbed it and took it to Karens face and ordered her to clean it off. Karen opened her mouth and Brittany inserted the dildo to the very end and then pulled it out while twisting it so that Karen could tongue off any of the remaining shit on it. When it came out of her mouth, it was as clean as a whistle. Brittany then took it and inserted it none to gently into Karens cunt, causing Karen to scream again from the pain. Brittany responded, Oh shut up bitch. That didnt hurt youthat bad. She patted Karens cunt lightly with the open palm of her hand. Karen screamed again from the light tap and then returned to bawling her eyes out. Brittany then announced to the guys, Theyre all yours now. Karens cunt is off limits, but you can fuck her ass hole till the cows come home. And by the looks of you all, shell probably be able to fit a cow up her ass by the time youre done with her. The first one to step up to Karens ass was Scott Mc Bride. He said, Karen, Ive been waiting to fuck you since you and Sandy became best friends. I had given up all hope when you graduated and they said you had won a scholarship to Harvard. I never dreamed that you would get married to Darrell and join our little group. Boy is your ass good. I see Darrells been training you well. Scott rammed his cock into her ass hole as quick and hard as he could. It was still a bit loose from the dildo and he had no problem sinking to the hilt. He fucked her ass long and hard while slapping her hard on both ass cheeks alternately. Finally he groaned and let loose his first load of cum in her ass. When he pulled out he turned and told the boys, Come on and fill her holes boys. If you dont want to wait for Karen fill free to use any of Sandys holes instead or in addition to Karens. Shes nothing but a slut and will take it in any hole you want. Jack and Jake Jackson came up and Jack took Karens ass and Jake took her mouth. They rammed their cocks in at the same time. Karen groaned from the duel assault and tried to get her breath. After about three strokes, the twins pulled out and switched places. Jack quickly thrust his shit covered cock down Karens throat and started pumping while Jake did the same at her back door entrance. Again they switched after about three strokes and switched ends. This time Jake sank his shit covered cock down her throat and again three strokes and they switched. They continued like this for about 15 minutes and finally, as if on cue, they both came. Jack shot his cum down her throat and Jake shot it up her ass. Bill Cates and his dad went to Sandy when the twins went to Karen. Mr. Cates stuck his cock down Sandys throat and Bill slammed his up her whipped cunt. Sandy let out a muffled scream around Mr. Cates cock and just as they were getting into a rhythm, they noticed what the twins were doing with Karen. They looked at each other and nodded without any other communication and switched ends. They copied the twins and Bill forced his cock down Sandys throat to the hilt and his dad sunk his cock into her ass with no preparation. Sandy let out another muffled scream around Bills cock and just as she recovered, he and his dad switched ends. Bill sank his Cock into her ass this time and his dad sunk his shit covered cock down her throat. After three strokes they switched again and this time Bill thrust his shit covered cock down her throat and his dad forced his cock up her wet cunt. Sandy groaned in pain again from the contact on her whipped cunt. The boy and his father thrust three times and switched again. Bill took her cunt and his dad took her throat. When they switched again, they used her mouth and ass and continued to alternate between her ass and cunt every other time. Because they had cum in Karen earlier, they had a bit more staying power than the twins. Bill lasted 20 minutes and came up her cunt. His dad was still going strong and when Bill pulled out he moved to Sandys ass and invited another boy to join in. One of the other boys came and took Bills place and continued the same rhythm. He lasted about five minutes and was replaced by another boy. By the time Bills dad came down Sandys throat, 5 other boys had cum and gone. When the twins finished with Karen, Paul moved up and forced his smelly unwashed cock down her throat. Karen almost puked from the smell of him. None of the other boys wanted to join in while he was fucking Karen and so they waited for him or someone on Sandy to finish. Brittany took this opportunity to move to Karens ass end and started fucking her ass with two fingers. It was already slick with Jakes cum and she soon had three fingers and then four and finally she tucked her thumb under and pushed her whole hand up her ass. After about four or five thrusts with her balled up fist, she pulled her fist out with an audible pop and told Paul to switch ends. Paul came back to Karens ass and sank his cock into her ass hole. All of the exercise her ass muscles and cunt muscles had from the silver dildo had given them some resilience. She squeezed her muscles down and to Paul it felt good and tight. Brittany went to Karens front and grabbed her hair with one hand and stuck her shit covered hand in front of her nose and said, You know what to do with this Karen. Now get busy and clean it up good. Karen Started licking the shit off of Brittanys hand. About the time Karen had the hand clean, Paul was close to coming and didnt want to switch so Brittany ordered Karen to open wide and pulled down her pants and stepped up and started pissing in Karens mouth. Before she was done pissing however, she pushed Karens head down with her face still tilted upward and pissed on her face. This was too much for Paul who started cumming in her ass. When he was done, he pulled his filthy cock out and went to Karens face and ordered, Since you like shit so much bitch, suck me clean. Karen took his shit covered cock and sucked it clean. He started to harden again and told her to keep sucking. He motioned for one of the other guys to take her ass and one of them finally did. About the time that the guy started fucking Karens ass, Paul started cumming. He pulled out after the first spurt and came all over her face. He stuck his cock back in her mouth and told her to clean him off. After a minute he pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. He grabbed it and pointed it at her mouth. Karen knew what was coming and didnt have to be told to open her mouth. It wasnt long before Paul was pissing in her mouth. After a couple of seconds he moved the piss stream around so that he pissed all over her entire face and her hair. When he was done he turned and said, Next! as he walked back to where old Pete was sitting and watching. Pete looked at Paul and said, Youve got potential boy. Whats your name son? Paul told him, Its Paul sir. Pete then told him, Come back by tomorrow so we can talk. Paul answered, Not a problem, Ill be glad to. They then turned to watch the gang bang going on. All of the other boys were taking a page out of Brittany and Pauls book and when they got done cumming in either Karen or Sandy, they would then have them clean their cocks and then piss in their mouth and on their face and hair. Both girls reeked of piss by the time they were done. They had ingested so much cum and shit that they were getting nauseous. Just when Karen thought it was all over, Brittany came up with Bruno and said, You arent done yet bitch. Bruno wants a piece of your ass so you arent going anywhere. Karen noticed that Brunos cock was already two thirds of the way out and just reached up and started jacking the dog off. Soon the dogs cock was all of the way out and the knot was starting to swell. Brittany pulled Bruno back and led him to Karens back side. Brittany looked at Sandy and asked, What are you waiting for cunt? You know what to do, only guide it into her asshole this time. Karen, you better get to sucking Sandys cunt out. I know she has a lot of spunk in there and when you get that clean you can suck her ass clean as well. Brittany took Bruno to Karens ass end and ordered him up and helped him land on Karens back. She leaned down and whispered soft enough into Sandys ear so that Karen couldnt hear, When Karen starts sucking cum out of your ass, I want you to shit into her mouth. If you dont, Ill have your dad switch both your cunt and your asshole with that cane Pete used on Karen until you are a bleeding pulp. And you know hell do it to. Sandy just nodded her head in affirmation that she understood. She reached up and guided Brunos huge cock into Karens ass. He thrust in with one mighty lunge. Karens ass had been used so much that Bruno had no trouble forcing his knot in but it still hurt like hell. It was about then when Karen switched to Sandys ass hole after sucking her cunt clean. She gave out a grunt and a long painful groan when the knot went in. After a short pause she lowered her mouth down to Sandys ass hole. She licked up cum that was running out first and then covered her ass hole and started sucking. Karen felt the dogs knot swell in her ass and groaned some more from the pain. She didnt know how she could take something so huge in her ass. She knew that the pain was going to be severe. She just hoped that the fisting she took from Brittany had loosened her up enough to take it. As she sucked on Sandys ass hole, at first it was just a mix of cum and shit coming out. Soon though a log of shit was being forced out of Sandys ass and she started to take her head away. When Karen lifted her head, Brittany was there to push her head down and said, Now, now, there will be none of that. She was so nice to take so many of the boys for you and then share their cum with you, the least you can do is eat her shit for her. Now dont let any go to waste. Karen opened her mouth and let the log of shit enter her mouth and chewed and swallowed as fast as she could. It seemed as if Sandy had a never ending supply of shit but finally she noticed that the log was getting softer and softer. At last a little bit of sludge came out and then it ended. Karen didnt know how long it had been but she could feel the dog starting to come. She had been concentrating so hard on eating the shit without throwing it all back up that she hadnt felt the dogs knot as it expanded. She felt a heavy pressure in her ass as the dogs cum was filling her up. Brittany leaned down and ordered, Sandy, when Bruno pulls his cock out, I want you to get up there and suck all of the his cum out of her ass. But I dont want you to swallow it; I want you to go and kiss Karen and give it to her to eat. Im going to have her shit it your mouth like you did to her, but you are going to take it a bite at a time and then give it back in a kiss for her to eat her own shit. Sandy came out from under Karen and got into position so that when the dogs cock pulled out, she would be close enough to move her mouth to Karens ass. All of a sudden she felt a splash of ice cold water hit her head and back as several guys started dumping ice cold water on Bruno. This was enough for him to pull his cock out with a loud plop. Karen screamed in pain as the knot hadnt gone down sufficiently. Sandy immediately clamped her mouth over Karens distended asshole and sucked as much of the dogs cum as she could hold in her mouth. She quickly crawled around to Karens face and mashed her lips against Karens. Sandys tongue came out and started pushing between Karens lips in a French kiss. Karen opened her mouth and accepted and swallowed the cum that Sandy pushed in. When her mouth was empty, Sandy crawled back to Karens ass and licked up what had leaked out and then started sucking again. This time she got a mixture of shit and cum. While Sandy went back to suck the cum out of Karens ass, Brittany leaned down and told her, Shit into Sandys mouth a little at a time until you cant shit any more. Sandy was returning with a mixture of cum and shit and she immediately locked lips with Karen and began to force the mixture into her mouth. Karen knew she had no choice but to swallow everything. When her mouth was empty, Sandy crawled back to Karens ass and started sucking again. This time she got more shit than cum. The shit was a rather loose sludge because of the diet she had been on. Sandys mouth was soon full and she crawled back around and gave it to Karen in a kiss for her to eat. She continued doing this for the next five minutes until there was no more shit coming out of Karen. Karens face looked green as if she were about to puke. Brittany leaned down and said, You dont want to do that. Ill make you lick it all back up and I guarantee it will be worse the second time around than it was the first. As she was standing back up, Brittany noticed that Bruno was taking a dump in the alley. She said, Well now isnt that a pleasant surprise. It looks like Bruno is leaving you a little gift in the alley way. Brittany attached the leash to Karens collar and led her over on her hands and knees to the steaming pile of dog shit. She pushed Karens head down into the shit and ordered her to eat it. This was all Karen could take and she spewed up everything in her stomach on top of the pile of shit. When she was done heaving everything up, Brittany spoke up and said mockingly, I told you that if you threw it all up that I would make you lick it up. Now get busy and start cleaning it all up. I dont want to see a drop left. Brittany turned and saw that Sandy was white as a sheet watching what Karen was being forced to do. Brittany ordered, Sandy, get over there and help her. You lick up a mouthful at a time and then give it back to her like you did when you cleaned up her ass. And if you throw up, which I hope you do, then you can do the same with your vomit. Now get over there and get busy. Sandy started to walk over to where Karen was at but Brittany hollered, On your hands and knees Sandy. Crawl over there like the bitch you are. Sandy sadly complied and started crawling over to Karen who was licking up her own puke, trying desperately to keep from upchucking again. When Sandy finally crawled next to Karen, she and Karen glanced at each other with sadness in her eyes. They both leaned down and began to tentatively lick up the vomit from the asphalt. Sure enough, Sandy couldnt stand the stench and the contents of her stomach came up on top of Karens. Karen just quit breathing through her nose and licked everything up as fast as she could. It was a very difficult task due to the combined stench of both hers and Sandys vomit. Sandy eventually quit heaving and then leaned down and started licking up the putrid mixture. When she got a mouth full she turned to Karen and reached up with her hand behind Karens head and kissed her like she did before and pushed the contents of her mouth into Karens. This caught Karen by surprise and she threw up again while she and Sandy were joined at the lips. What little contents that had made it back in to Karens stomach now spewed out of her mouth and nose and into Sandys mouth. It was so unexpected and the pressure behind it was so much that it came spewing out of Sandys nose as well. She immediately broke loose and dry heaved again. When they got control of themselves again, they started back to licking up the putrid mixture. Karen swallowing and Sandy kissing mouthful after mouthful back into Karens mouth. Now that she was expecting it, Karen could concentrate on swallowing down the bile that threatened to come back up at any second. It took about 45 minutes for them to clean everything up, including the dog shit. Karen was so nauseous when she finally finished that she couldnt stand much more abuse. She prayed that that was the end of it. When they were done, they knelt in the waiting position they had both been taught to await their orders. Karen kept swallowing down to keep everything from coming back up. She was extremely nauseous and knew that the smallest thing would trigger her. All of the guys were applauding and cheering the show. They had gathered around the two of them and the ones closest had pulled out their cocks and started pissing on the two girls. When they were done, the next group stepped up and pissed on them and finally the last few took their turn. Both Karen and Sandy were drenched from head to foot in piss. Brittany led the dog up to them and she let him sniff them. She kept him mostly on Karen and he finally lifted his hind leg and started pissing on Karen. Karen just knelt there with tears streaming down her face from the total humiliation and degradation of what she had to endure. She swore to herself that she would bide her time and when the time was right she would be history. She would escape and get to her parents. They would have to believe her and maybe she could convince them to call the police. Finally Pete announced, Alright boys and girls, I think you have had enough fun for one night. Thanks for putting on such a great show. I havent had this much fun in years. Jake, Jack, Brittany, Paul and Scott, could you come over here for a minute? The ones he called for came over to him and when they were all there Pete said, Would you like to join in for a two day long repeat of this by yourselves? They all agreed and he told them, Ill get back to you when I have a date arranged. It will most likely be in about three weeks but may be longer. Give me your phone numbers and Ill call you when I know when and where. He copied their phone numbers down as they told them to him. Pete finally called Karen to him as Sandy went with her dad. Karen started to crawl but Pete told her she could walk. When Karen got up to him, she knelt down in her slave position and waited. Pete said, Karen, I must say that that was way beyond anything that I expected. I figured that you would maybe get three or four boys to join you. But you managed not only a large group of boys but two girls, a dog and two dads. You definitely earned everything so while you and Sandy were finishing up your last little task, I took the liberty of having the boys load your van up with everything on the list plus a very, very fine wine that I have been saving for a special occasion. I know that Darrell will appreciate it very much though I doubt he will share much with you. Why dont you get dressed and go on home now? Karen stood up and paused for a minute and asked, Can I clean up a bit before I get dressed please? Pete looked at her like she was crazy and said, What? And let you traipse piss through half my store. I dont think so. You just go ahead and get dressed and get out of here before I change my mind and keep everything. This got Karen moving. She put her skirt and top on and reattached her chains and got in the van in no time flat. She started up the van and took off to drive back to Darrells Parents house. As she was pulling out, Pete pulled out his remote phone and dialed a number. When the other end answered, he said, Shes on her way. Have fun. This ends Chapter 12 of Part 1 of Karen and Michelles Sad Story. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 3 Michelles Story Chapter 68 By Redlegtiger Edited by msboy8 [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Join the conversation at http://groups.google.com/group/redlegtigers-tigers-den or at http://www.rppstories.com/forum/index.php?board=25.0 which is the URL for the Redlegtigers Lair where you can comment on all of my stories as well as many fantasies and stories of fans. We would love for you to drop in and comment, leave pictures or even post a story or fantasy yourself. Redlegtigers Tigers Den Chat: Every Wednesday evening from 7 pm to 11 pm Central U.S. time, I will be conducting a live group chat. Come and join the conversation. Just about all topics are discussed. Meet some of the real life people that have inspired characters in the story. The chat is on Windows Live Messenger(Formerly MSN messenger). Just use [email protected] or [email protected] to IM me or guilty and join the conversation. Chapter 68, Getting Ready for School Sarah, Aminda and Michelle began School on Monday at the local high school. During that first week, things went fine for Aminda and Michelle. They looked and acted like your typical students that were there to learn and not be seen. They quietly went to their classes and paid attention, doing all of their work but never volunteering or doing anything to bring attention to themselves. They had learned at Clearview that if you brought attention to yourself, it would usually end up in some kind of humiliating punishment or torture. They did keep their ears and eyes open though, just trying to figure out the hierarchy of power within the student body. After a couple of days, they quickly figured out that the reality was that the students really ran things and not the teachers. There was some level of control from the high school administration but it just kept things from getting out of control and becoming anarchy. Otherwise, there were a few clichs that really ran the school. They were trying to figure out which ones were truly in charge so they could avoid any problems. Sarah didnt fare nearly as well. After the second day, she began to hear taunts of cripple, retard, spaz and many others. The taunts were usually done behind her back so she never knew who was doing it. As each day went by, the taunts got worse and more frequent. Sarah began to fume about the taunts and trying to figure how to get them to stop. There were quite a few times she would go into the bathrooms between classes and silently cry when it got too bad. At the end of the week on Friday afternoon while Sarah was waiting on Aminda and Michelle to join her, the taunting took on a new form. A group of four girls surrounded Sarah and began taunting her and making fun of her. One of them, the obvious ring leader began turning Sarahs wheel chair in circles. She did this for a couple of minutes and then stopped the chair. The girl bent down, with each of her hands on the arms of the wheel chair, and leaned down so her face was inches from Sarahs. Sarah had tears in her eyes and was fearful that they were going to do something to hurt her but inside she was fuming and already thinking about extracting revenge on the girl and her cronies. The girl finally said, Listen up retard. We own this school and you are going to pay us ten dollars a week to leave you alone or well make your life a living hell. Do you understand me bitch? Sarah wiped the tears from her eyes as she saw Aminda and Michelle approaching and angrily responded, You picked the wrong person to extort bitch. If I were you, I would go back to the hole you all crawled out of and hide because you are fucking toast. The girl pushed back from the wheel chair and lifted her right hand to swing down and punch Sarah with her fist. Aminda and Michelle had quickly closed the distance when they realized that Sarah was in trouble and quickly moved up behind the girl. The four bullies were so focused on Sarah that they hadnt even noticed Aminda or Michelle. When the girl lifted her arm back in an obvious gesture to hit Sarah, the two girls tackled her before she finished the back swing. Aminda and Michelle began to lay into the girl, hitting her in her face and stomach. The other girls were stunned at the sudden turn of events but quickly went to their friends rescue. Two of them pulled Aminda off and the other one got a choke hold on Michelle and pulled her off. They held them while the girl that had been the ring leader got up off of the floor and looked at them and then at Sarah as if trying to decide which one to go after first. She decided to continue to focus her attention on Sarah because she thought that her friends had Aminda and Michelle under control. She went to hit Sarah again and while she did, Aminda pushed back against her captors and kicked down with her right foot onto the top of that girls foot. Aminda and Michelle both had been learning from their guards how to fight and keep their wits in extreme situations. Aminda stayed calm when the two girls grabbed her and remembered what her guard had taught her. The girl whose foot she stomped on hopped a bit but didnt let go. She did let out a loud You bitch as she hopped a couple of times on her one good foot. She was distracted and Aminda had figured that she was just close enough that she would able to kick with both feet full force into the girl threatening to hit Sarah. The force of the kick was sufficient to send the girl flying directly toward Michelle while at the same time, pushing the girls that were holding her against the wall. The action was so quick and unexpected that the girls were momentarily stunned. That gave Aminda the opportunity to break free. She quickly turned around and hit the two girls in the throat to knock the breath out of them like the guards had taught her. When she did, they both fell to the ground, gasping for breath. When the girl that was trying to punch Sarah went flying toward Michelle, she quickly kicked up and wrapped her legs around her and locked her ankles to keep her away from Sarah. The girl quickly regained her footing and tried to break away from Michelle. Michelle wasnt about to let that happen because she knew that the girl would go back to hit Sarah. The girl began to punch and hit Michelle as hard as she could to get her to let her go. Michelle took the punches and screamed in pain as she was punched in the stomach, tits and face. She was used to much more severe pain on a regular basis so it didnt distract her from keeping her feet locked around the girl. After taking out the two girls that were holding her, Aminda ran across the hall and tackled the girl holding Michelle. She hit her in the stomach with her shoulder and knocked her full force into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. When Michelle felt her right arm come free, she swung her fist with all of her strength at the girl she was holding with her legs. She didnt go for the girls face though. She, like Aminda went for the windpipe of the girl. It happened so fast that the girl didnt even know what hit her. She collapsed to the floor grasping her throat, trying to get her breath. Thats when the girl that Aminda had knocked into the wall ran toward the exit and out the door. It was about that time that a teacher came running around the corner. She saw the girl run out the door and then looked down at the three girls on the ground gasping for breath. The girl on the floor saw the teacher and gasped out in a whisper, They attacked us Miss Trendle. The teacher responded, Now I doubt very seriously that is what happened. Well all go back to the principals office and well sort this out. Knowing your history at this school, Im sure that they were provoked. My guess is that you tried to pick on someone that you thought was weaker than you and found out different. Now get up and lets go. By the way, I saw your little coconspirator run out the door so she will get the same punishment as you do. We have no tolerance for violence in our schools. Now get up off of the floor and come on. She turned to Sarah, Aminda and Michelle and said, you three as well. The girls followed the teacher to the office. Once there they were made to sit down and wait. Sarah, Aminda and Michelle sat on one side while the other three girls sat on the opposite side of the room from them, staring at them with hatred. There was a secretary sitting at the desk keeping an eye on them or the fighting would have started all over. While they were waiting, Aminda and Michelle were fearful of the punishment they would receive. Their experience told them that they would be beat to within an inch of their lives. They sat there silently with tears running down their cheeks, just knowing that they would be caned or whipped soon. They didnt understand how public schools worked after three years at the hands of their masters and mistresses at Clearview and the Baybee Ranch. They ignored the girls across from them. They didnt fear them at all. They were just bullies and they knew that after beating them as soundly as they had, they wouldnt be bothering them again. About fifteen minutes later, a high school security guard came in with a video cassette in his hand. He went into the principals office, closing the door behind him. About five minutes later, he opened the door and called the other three girls into the office. They were in the office about five minutes and then the security guard came out escorting them. When he did, he told Sarah, Aminda and Michelle to go into the office. He then left with the other three girls. When the girls got into the principals office she waited until they were standing in front of her desk with Sarah in the wheel chair between them. The teacher that had escorted them to the office was sitting on a chair to the side of the room. The principal sat down and looked at the girls. She then said to the girls, Well, I sure didnt expect to see you three in my office so soon. We have a no fighting rule in this school but. Sarah quickly spoke up, breaking into what the principal was going to say protesting, But I didnt do anything. Those girls were teasing me and trying to extort money from me. The one girl was getting ready to hit me when Aminda and Michelle came up and stopped them. The principal stopped speaking until Sarah had finished and then continued, As I was saying, we have a no fighting rule in this school but the security tape clearly shows that if Aminda and Michelle hadnt acted, you would have been the victim. Sarah, you should count yourself lucky that you have such good friends. I am just going to put a warning in all of your files this time. Try to stay out of trouble. Amber and her friends have been expelled from school. They caused a lot of trouble last year and I had warned them that any infraction this year would result in being expelled. You wont have to worry about them again. I just want to emphasize to you that fighting on school grounds is something that we discourage. The next time you are involved in a fight, you will be suspended for five days. Your security guards will be waiting for you at the entrance. Our security guard was told to have them escort you to the car. They will be informed about what happened. I will leave it up to you to tell your parents. Now go on home, well see you Monday. Aminda and Michelle were both so surprised at not being punished that they stood there stunned for a moment. It wasnt until the principal acted like she was clearing her throat that Aminda grabbed the handles of the wheel chair, turned and began to push Sarah out of the door followed closely behind by Michelle. They quickly headed to the main entrance where Trip was waiting for them. They were quickly escorted to the SUV. As they went, across the street from the school were about seven girls and Amber staring at them. After they were all in the car and on their way, Trip turned to the girls and said, I understand that you two girls managed to take on four other girls to protect Sarah. Im proud of you but please be aware that they arent likely to take this lying down. Watch out for each other because you are likely to be the targets for retribution. Thankfully the girls have been expelled so it wont be easy for them to get at you with us dropping you off and picking you up. Good job though. He turned around as they continued the drive home. When they got home, the guards explained what happened to Tom and Nancy. Over dinner they both thanked Aminda and Michelle and cautioned them as the guards had done. That was the extent of their admonition. Aminda and Michelle couldnt believe that they werent punished. Aminda finally asked with great worry on her face, Arent you going to punish us mas Tom? Tom looked at Aminda and answered, My goodness no. There is nothing to punish you for. As a matter of fact, you did the right thing by protecting Sarah as far as Im concerned. For that I and Nancy both thank you. Besides, the only punishment you ever have to worry about in this house is loss of privileges. We will never physically punish you. The only time we will ever physically hurt you is when you ask us to whip you like you have recently in the evenings before bed. Aminda looked at Nancy and then Tom and said, Thank you for being so understanding. After dinner they watched a movie on the television before calling it a night. Sarah had both Aminda and Michelle go to bed with her. As soon as they were in the room, Sarah ordered, Strip you two. You both deserve a reward and I cant do that with you dressed. Now get out of your clothes and join me on the bed. Sarah was pulling off her blouse and then her bra as she ordered her two slaves to strip. When she was done she pushed herself up out of the chair and tried to take the two steps to the bed. On the first step without support, she fell forward onto the bed. Thats what she had expected but she had hoped she would be able to take the two steps to the bed. Once she fell onto the bed, she turned onto her back and stripped her pants off of her legs and then scooted back into the middle of the bed. She moved back until she was sitting back against the headboard. Aminda was the first to strip completely and crawl up onto the bed. She crawled up to Sarahs right side and began to nibble on her ear and whisper how much she loved Sarah. Michelle picked up the dirty clothes and took them to the hamper. While she was there, she put on a strap on dildo that they had used many times before on each other. She returned and climbed onto the bed until she was on Sarahs left side and joined in nibbling on Sarahs left ear. The two girls then proceeded to nibble and lick their way down, stopping at her neck for a few moments. After several minutes of gently biting and sucking on the hollow of Sarahs neck they moved down and began to suck and nibble on her fourteen year old tits and nipples. They each took a nipple and sucked and chewed on it for a few moments. Aminda reached down and began to finger Sarahs clit. Sarah began to moan in pleasure from her slaves skilled hands. Sarah quickly rose to a high level of excitement. When she was close to cumming, the girls quit stimulating her erogenous zones and let her calm down a bit. Aminda moved out of the way and Michelle climbed over Sarah. Once she had her knees in side of her mistress legs, she lined up her dildo with Sarahs cunt and slowly but gently slipped it in. She proceeded to push into her mistress cunt with gentle but loving in and out strokes. Aminda got behind the two and crawled up from their feet until she had her face inches from the joined cunt and cock. She leaned in and began to lick Sarah where the dildo entered her and at times move down and rim her ass. It didnt take long before Sarah was screaming in orgasm from the dual stimulation. But her two slaves didnt stop there. They kept right on fucking and sucking until their mistress experienced four more orgasms, each more powerful than the last. Her final cum was so powerful that she passed out and fell into a deep, restful sleep. She had not given either Aminda or Michelle any orders so the two girls took turns fucking each other to a good cum and then after cleaning everything up, they tucked Sarah into bed and then lay down on the rug at the foot of the bed where Sarah had told them they would sleep when something like this happened. The two girls held and cuddled each other until they fell asleep. Across the hall, Tina and Geri were embraced in their own lesbian embrace, making love to each other in a 69. When they heard Sarahs screams of pleasure across the hall, it was at a point where they had brought each other to a peak, right at the precipice of cumming. The screams brought sexy images to their minds. They were enough to send Tina into a glorious climax. Geris cum followed when Tinas was only half way done. The two women screamed out their cums into the cunt of the other. After they recovered from their orgasm, Tina turned back around and they lay on the bed holding each other, tit mashed into tit. They gave each other sweet loving kisses. After a few minutes, Geri asked, Tina, have you ever been tied up during sex? You know, doing some of the things that we have seen and heard since we started working here. Tina paused for a moment, not sure where this conversation was going. She finally said, No I havent nor do I want to be. I dont ever want to feel out of control and once youre tied up you have absolutely no control over what happens. Geri responded, I can understand that. But truth be told, I have fantasized about being tied up and forced to do things since I was a kid. I never followed up on it though because I was told that anything sexual was evil when I was a girl. Then after all those years of listening to the feminists about not being subservient to a man, well I buried those desires. Since I have been here though, they have started coming to the forefront of my fantasies again. I think I would like to try it once. You are the only one I could ever trust enough to have do something like that to me. Would you do that for me? Tina was surprised at the request from her lover. She had never had the desire to experiment with any type of bondage or other types of sexual stimulation. After a few moments of thought, she answered, Because I love you so much, I would be happy to try it with you. Do you want to try it now? Geri leaned in and kissed Tina passionately on the lips and hugged her tight. After a few moments the two women separated, panting for breath. Geri gasped out, I have a few scarves in the second drawer down. Please tie me up and do with me as you please. I trust you. Please Tina crawled out of bed and went to the dresser. She opened the second drawer down and found about a half a dozen silk scarves. She brought the scarves back to the bed and stood there for a moment admiring Geri. Geri had turned over onto her back and was now lying with her arms extended toward the posts of the headboard and her feet toward the posts on the footboard. She began to tie her wrists and ankles to the posts. When she was done with that, she wadded up a scarf and held it in front of Geris mouth. Tina said, Open wide my slut. Geri opened her mouth and Tina began to stuff the silk scarf into her mouth. It was a fairly large scarf, so that by the time that Tina had stuffed it completely into Geris mouth she was completely unable to do anything but groan or moan to make sounds. Tina took the final scarf and put it into Geris hand. She said, If at any time you want me to stop, just drop the scarf. That will tell me that you dont want to continue. Now you just lay there for a while. I have to get ready. Tina went into the closet and looked up at the shelves. She quickly found what she was looking for. There was a hat that had a couple of small decorative feathers on them. She removed one of them and quickly made her way out of the closet. She laid the feather on the end table next to the bed and then went to Aminda and Michelles room. She knocked on the door and when there was no answer, she went in. She turned on the light and began to search through the drawers for some items to use on her partner. It was when she started searching the second chest of drawers when she hit pay dirt. There were a selection of dildos, vibrators and quite a few nipple clamps. She grabbed a pair of small alligator clamps without teeth and a moderate sized dildo and a small vibrating dildo. She quickly returned to their room, ready to put her partner through her paces. Tina went to the table and put the stuff she got down on the end table next to the bed. The first thing she did was pick up the small bullet vibrator. She turned it on and then touched the tip onto Geris left nipple. Geri closed her eyes and let out a moan of obvious pleasure. Tina bent down and began to lick and chew on the nipple she wasnt using the vibrator on. Tina alternated tits every couple of minutes until she was sure that Geris nipples were as big and hard as they were going to get. Then she reached over and grabbed the nipple clamps. She continued to suck on her right nipple to keep it hard while she took the alligator clamp and clipped it onto the left. Geri let out a loud moan of obvious pain from the clamp but she didnt drop the scarf. Tina then took the other clamp and attached it to her partners right nipple. Again Geri moaned but this time it was a mix of pleasure and pain. Tina now focused her attention with the vibrator to Geris cunt and clit. She would gently trace the vibrator around her lovers outer lips and then up to her clit. She would then move the vibrator down and push it into her cunt. She fucked the vibrator in and out of Geris cunt several times and then would trace it around her outer lips and clit into her cunt a few times and then around her outer lips and clit again. She kept this up until her partner was moaning loudly in ecstasy. Tina watched for signs that Geri was getting close to cumming. When she was sure that she was close she moved the vibrating bullet vibrator down to her ass and gently pushed it in. When she had the vibrator in to the hilt she gave it an extra push with her finger to push it in deeper and then reached for the larger dildo. She brought the dildo down and brushed it across Geris clamped tits causing her to moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. She took the dildo then and began to fuck Geri with it. She followed the same pattern she did with the vibrator. She ran the end around her outer lips, rubbed it on her clit and then fucked it in and out of her cunt a few times. Each time she did this, she extended the number of times she was fucking her lover. Soon she was fucking her almost constantly. Tina kept on fucking her lover with the dildo until she came. After bringing Geri to a good cum, Tina pushed the dildo in all of the way and picked up the feather. She then started rubbing the feather around Geris ear lobe. She did this to both ears for a few minutes and then gradually moved the feather in circles down to her tits. She then started on the right tit and lightly ran the feather around the base of her tit. She gradually worked the feather around the tit, gradually moving it up. When she got to the nipple she avoided touching the areola for now and went to the other tit. Geri happened to be very ticklish and was constantly jerking and moaning while Tina ran the feather around her tits. But it was also erotically stimulating and was increasing her excitement like it never had been before. When Tina finally moved the feather to her nipples and areola she launched into a massive orgasm. She arched her back as she moaned and screamed out her orgasm through her gag. Tina didnt stop with the feather when Geri came. She continued to run the feather across her nipples, causing her cum to continue on and on. When it was obvious that she was calming down a bit, Tina reached down with her free hand and while circling her tits with the feather began to fuck Geri with the dildo. This had the effect of causing Geri to orgasm again. Tina continued to fuck her rapidly, causing the orgasm to go on and on. When it was obvious that orgasm was subsiding, Tina moved the feather down Geris body and began to run it around the lips of her lovers cunt and then her clit. She continued to do that while fucking the dildo in and out of her cunt. This dual assault on her most sensitive spot caused Geri to climax again. This time the orgasm was so intense that her entire body arched up until she was on her head and shoulders on one end and on her heels on the other. This orgasm was sustained so long that Geri couldnt get a breath. Tina watched as her lover was going through what was obviously a massive cum. She waited until she saw the tension begin to relax and then reached up and removed a nipple clamp. When she removed the first one, Geris body arched up even higher, looking like she would break her back. She listened to the screams of mixed pleasure and pain that were making their way through the scarf. Tina was actually getting excited at what she was doing to her lover. Tina climbed on the bed while she continued to fuck her with the dildo. She straddled her head and removed the scarf, lowering her cunt down onto her lovers open mouth. She leaned forward to continue the assault on Geris cunt with the dildo with one hand and the feather with the other. She felt Geri begin to tongue her cunt and suck on her lips. She continued to fuck her lover and tickle her outer lips and clit with the feather. Geri seemed to be holding in a state of erotic bliss, climbing ever higher as she was fucked and tickled. Tina felt like she was on the verge of cumming herself. She concentrated on what she was doing, trying to time her orgasm with her lovers. She was very close when she felt Geris body tensing up, getting ready for another massive cum. She dropped the feather and reached under her and removed the final alligator clip. That was all it took. The pain of the blood rushing into Geris nipple caused her to scream into Tinas cunt. This pushed Tina over into a good strong cum. She had to hold on to keep from being bucked off as Geris entire body bucked and shook from the force of the cum. Finally she passed out and dropped the scarf. Tina quickly dismounted from her lover. She immediately untied the scarves, freeing Geris hands and feet. She removed the two dildos, took them to the bathroom and cleaned them. She came back in the room and put the nipple clamps on the end table. She lay down and cuddled with her partner. She lay there and thought about the implications of what had just happened. She had gotten terribly excited at what she had done to Geri. She never thought she would get any pleasure out of dominating someone sexually before. She definitely would do it again. She had one of the best cums in her life. She knew that Geri also had experienced numerous orgasms that far exceeded any she had known before. Tina lay there holding her lover in her arms as she breathed deeply in an exhausted sleep. It was obvious from the look on Geris face that she was extremely happy. The two nurses relationship had just taken a definite change in direction. It had been greatly strengthened as well. Geri had placed a great deal of trust in her partner and Tina rewarded her with the mightiest and most lasting orgasms in her life. She came more in that one session than she had in the last several years combined. Geri was now madly in love with Tina and would do anything for her. Tina finally fell asleep, holding onto her lover. Her last thought was about making the relationship official and permanent. The next morning, Sarah woke up early. She lay there staring at the ceiling as she thought about what happened to her the day before. She hated the feeling of helplessness that she had. She decided to redouble her efforts to walk again. But she had to do something to make sure that people feared to do anything to her. She had to have control of the situation at all times. She decided that she had to take action. She didnt know what she was going to do or to whom but she knew that the first step was to gather intelligence. She needed to know the student leaders of the school. They would be her first target. Sarah, having decided her course of action quickly dragged herself down to the foot of the bed. She reached down and shook Amindas and Michelles shoulders yelling, Wake up my little slut slaves. We have work to do. Get in your pony gear. Were going to the cave for a little session after I do my therapy. Now Michelle, you get up here and take care of me while Aminda gets the therapy gear. Michelle scrambled up onto the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she went. She quickly positioned herself at her mistresss cunt and began to suck and lick. She brought Sarah to a quick orgasm and then took care of her morning needs. All the while, Aminda brought the rails into the room and set them up. The next hour, Sarah walked back and forth between the two parallel bars. The movements were stiff and she had to support most of her weight on her arms. This did stimulate her muscles and nerves though and a very exhausted Sarah felt good about her session at the end of the hour. While she was exercising, Aminda and Michelle took turns getting into the pony gear. By the time Sarah was finished with her therapy, the two girls were dressed and ready to go. Sarah had them carry her down the stairs and to the pony sulky. After putting Sarah on the seat and handing her the reins, they stepped to the front and hooked up. Sarah whipped them both a couple of times and yelled, To the cave my lovelies. Sarah alternated whipping the two pony girls about every thirty seconds. She was in a hurry and kept whipping them to go faster. Aminda and Michelle were initially surprised at what Sarah was doing. She had never driven them like this before. Those thoughts quickly disappeared though as their pony training kicked in and their minds became focused on their task at hand of running as fast and long as they could. The time it took to get to the cave was about half of what it normally took. By then their backs were covered from top to bottom with deep red welts where Sarah had continued to whip them the whole way. By the time they arrived in the cave, both Aminda and Michelle were struggling for breath. They had never run full out for so long before. Even during their 1500 meter pony race they had more energy left. They had been running full out for a little over a mile. When the girls were brought to a complete halt Sarah ordered, All right my lovelies. Today we are going to have class. You are going to learn what I expect from you at school from now on. Get out of your pony gear and then go over to the shackles hanging from the rafters. Youll need to get an extra pair of cuffs on because I want you both hanging face to face and tit to tit. Then we can begin my second part of therapy and you can learn your tasks for school. Before you start however, put me in my wheelchair. I will get myself over there. You just worry about getting yourselves ready to hang from the rafters by your sweet little arms. Aminda and Michelle, still struggling for breath, quickly released themselves from the sulky. Aminda went and lifted Sarah out of the sulky while Michelle took down the wheel chair and got it ready for her mistress. Once that was done, they both quickly stripped out of their pony gear and ran as fast as possible to the shackles hanging from a rope that went through a pulley that was connected to a huge rafter that the guards had put in. It was eight inches square and about twelve feet long. It was supported on each end by eight inch square posts. The rope was connected to a wheel at the cave wall so that it could be raised or lowered. Aminda ran to the cabinet that was against the cave wall and looked through it. When she found a set of leather shackles, she quickly grabbed them and ran back to the hanging rope. Michelle had in the mean time closed the shackles around her wrists and was standing there waiting for Aminda to join her. Aminda came up to her and had to jump up a little as she flipped the chain connecting the leather shackles over the hook at the end of the rope. It took her a couple of times before she finally got it over the hook. She then locked the cuffs onto each of her wrists so that she was facing Michelle. No sooner had Aminda gotten the shackles connected than she felt the rope pulling their arms upward. They were pulled up until their feet were completely off of the ground. They both looked over at Sarah who was wheeling herself in the wheelchair from the crank for the rope to the wall of the cave that had all of the whips hanging from it. They watched as Sarah chose a cat-o-nine tails. Then she wheeled herself to the cabinet holding the dildos. She selected two of the silver bullets. These were the ones that were heat sensitive and had been used for their training at Clearview. These dildos had given the girls a lot of pain from the pins when they first started being trained. Of all the dildos they had used on them these were the ones that had caused them the most pain. When the two slaves saw the dildos that their mistress selected, they both trembled in fear. They wondered what their mistress was so mad about. After selecting the dildos and grabbing the control box, Sarah wheeled herself over to her two slaves. She said, Im going to be training you today to accomplish a few things for me. Yesterday I was helpless in defending myself and I dont like that. You came to my rescue which is the duty of every slave to their mistress. For that you were given your reward last night. But I never want what happened yesterday to happen again. Sarah paused long enough to put the dildos into the two girls cunts. She then wheeled her chair back far enough so she could get a swing and bring the full brunt of the whip onto Amindas back with a forward swing and Michelles back would be hit with a back swing. She pulled her arm back and let loose, bringing the whip hard onto Amindas back and then quickly reversed and brought the whip down hard onto Michelles back. She then paused the whipping and said, You are going to help me Whipwhip. to become the defacto leader of the high school. Whipwhip. You will find out who the leaders are for each class. Whipwhip. You will find out who their boyfriends or girlfriends are. Whipwhip. You will help me find out their weaknesses. Whipwhip. You will help me to exploit those weaknesses. Whipwhip. You will help me make them all cow tow to me. Whipwhip. Do you understand my lovelies? Aminda and Michelle were both crying from the whipping they had received from their mistress. They had been whipped harder than this before but never by Mistress Sarah. They didnt answer quickly enough and felt the bite of the whip again. Finally they said at the same time, Yes Mistress. Sarah responded, Lets see if you were listening. I want you to repeat what I told you and then for every thing you miss, I will whip you ten times and you will get a shock from the dildo. Each mistake means that the setting goes up one level on the dildo starting at a setting of five. Im sure you recognize the ones I put in you. Yes, they are the ones with the pins so if you make too many mistakes, you will feel them. Now lets get started. Aminda, you go first and then Michelle and so on. What are you going to help me do at school? Aminda responded, We are going to help you to become the defacto leader of the high school. Thats right Aminda. Whipwhip. Sarah said as she whipped the two girls. And what are you going to do to help me do that? Whipwhip. Michelle quickly blurted out, We will find out who the leaders are for each class? Michelle said it in more of a question indicating she wasnt quite sure. Sarah asked as she whipped the two girls, Are you sure Michelle? Whipwhipwhipwhipwhipwhip. Michelle quickly responded, Yesyes Im sure mistress. Sarah stopped whipping them and said, What else? Whipwhip. Aminda answered, We will find out who their boyfriends or girlfriends are. Whipwhip. Sarah said, Very good Aminda. Whipwhip. Whats next Michelle? Michelle was panicking. She couldnt remember everything that Sarah had said. She was struggling to remember. She paused for too long and felt the sting of the whip. Whipwhip. She panicked and said, Well help you find out about them. Whipwhipwhipwhipwhipwhip. The whipping continued until each girl had received ten strikes of the whip. Sarah turned the shocking mechanism of the dildos on and held it for thirty seconds. Finally she said, You have probably figured out that you made a mistake. Now what was it that you were supposed to learn about the class leaders? Michelle couldnt think. She was panicking because she hadnt listened intently to her mistress when she was telling them what to do at the beginning. We will help make them your friends? Michelle answered in a quiet unsure voice. Whipwhipwhipwhipwhip. Again both girls were whipped ten times and then Sarah turned the setting up to six and pushed the button for thirty seconds. Both Aminda and Michelle screamed at the excruciating pain from the shock. The whipping was tolerable. Both had received worse. But the shocking from the dildo was something that neither one had ever gotten use to. Sarah said, Try again slut. Whipwhip. Michelle tried to think but couldnt for the life of her remember what was next. Finally she said, I dont know mistress. I dont remember what you said. Sarah was now mad. She turned the dildo up to seven and turned it on. She then began to whip the two girls mercilessly. While she was whipping them she was yelling, You didnt listen to me did you slut. I thought that slaves were supposed to hang onto every word spoken by their master or mistress. You obviously dont consider me your mistress if you werent listening. Why do I take the time with a worthless piece of shit like you if you wont listen to me? Michelle screamed in pain from the dual assault from the dildo and the whipping. Finally Sarah had let out all of her fury and stopped long enough for Michelle to speak. She squeaked out, Im sorry that I failed you mistress. I should have listened better. Please forgive me mistressplease. Sarah wheeled herself in front of Michelle and stared into her eyes. Michelle had never seen such anger in her mistress before. This was obviously something she expected them to be passionate about. She lowered her eyes, more because she was more ashamed at disappointing her mistress than anything. Sarah wheeled herself back to the two girls and grabbed Michelles feet. She turned her so that her back was to Aminda. Sarah then wheeled in front of Aminda and did the same until the two girls were hanging back to back. When she was done she went back to the whipping position she had started in. She said, Okay, Im sure you can figure out where Ill be focusing my next blows. So why dont you tell your slut slave what the next step is Aminda? Whipwhip. The whip hit the girls dead center on their tits causing them both to scream in pain. Aminda quickly responded, We will help you to find out their weaknesses and exploit them. Whipwhip. Sarah said, Very good Aminda, but you included two tasks together instead of one so heres your punishment. Whipwhipwhipwhip. Sarah whipped the girls ten times across their tits. She then set the setting on the dildos at eight and hit the button for thirty seconds. Finally she asked, What are you going to do for me then? Whipwhip. Aminda said, We will help you find out the class leaders weaknesses. Sarah said, Finally you got it right. Thats right. You will help me to find their weaknesses. And what are you going to do once I find out their weaknesses slut Michelle? Whipwhip. Michelle quickly answered, remembering what Aminda had said, We will help you to exploit those weaknesses mistress. Whipwhip. Sarah responded, Finally the slut slave gets it right. And why are you helping me to find and exploit the weaknesses of the school leaders? Whipwhip. Aminda quickly said, We will help you make them come to you seeking permission or guidance for things. We will help you be the leader they all come to for help when they want things done. Sarah stopped whipping them. She sat there looking at them for a while to let what they had just said and experienced settle in. After about fifteen minutes she said, You were absolutely correct slut Aminda. Now why dont we try going through it again? I want you to know what is expected with every fiber of your being. For the next three hours, Sarah questioned and whipped the two slave girls. She wasnt about to stop until she knew that they had it down pat. Finally after about the tenth time through flawlessly, Sarah put the whip down and said, You are ready now my sluts. I expect that you will report to me daily about what you learn. Aminda, you will keep a record of who the leaders are and what it is about them that we can exploit. Both of you will carry digital cameras and recorders with you from now on. I want evidence so that we can use it against the person. Dont be surprised if I expect you to seduce a boyfriend or girlfriend of a class leader and get photographic evidence. You begin on Monday. Aminda and Michelle both answered with a loud, Yes Mistress. Sarah then wheeled to the crank and let the catch loose that held the rope in place. The weight of the two girls caused them to fall the few inches to the floor. Sarah quickly wheeled herself over to the two girls and undid the shackles freeing her two lovely slaves. When they were both free and rubbing their wrists, Sarah said, Its been a rather strenuous day. Why dont we take a swim so that you can freshen up a bit? Both Aminda and Michelle moved rather gingerly from the pain. They stepped into the water and the girls swam out through the waterfall entrance. They spent the rest of the day sunning on the manmade beach and letting the pain of the whipping sessions calm down. Aminda and Michelle spent more time in the water than on the sand though. Their fronts and backs were sore from the whipping and they could barely stand to lie down on their front or backs. Finally at mid afternoon, Sarah told the other two that they needed to get back to the house. They all three swam back through the entrance under the waterfall and back to the cave. Aminda and Michelle quickly donned their pony girl outfits, put Sarah in the sulky and began to long run to the house. The pace was slower and more painful for Aminda and Michelle. The rest of the weekend was quiet. The only activity in the house was that done by Tina and Geri. Tina had been spending more and more time with Geri and not at home with her daughters. After Friday nights activities, Tina and Geri had a long talk and they decided that they would make their partnership official. They knew that there was no way to legally join them in a same sex marriage but they wanted to have some kind of ceremony. But first Tina had to introduce Geri to her two daughters. They had no clue that their mother was a lesbian. She decided that she would have to start introducing the topic to them slowly and prepare them for the big announcement. She didnt just want to spring it on them. Tina and Geri had asked Tom and Nancy if they could join the family for Sunday nights dinner. They explained that they had a big announcement that they needed to share with the family, an announcement that could impact whether or not they stayed as their nurses. That night after dinner, Tom was the first to speak up, Everyone, Tina and Geri have asked to dine with us. They said that they have an announcement for us. Now before they say whatever it is they want to say, I just want to let them know how pleased that we are with the work they have done for us in helping our dear Sarah to recover. As they know, Sarah is making great progress in regaining full use of her legs. The doctors say that she should make a full recovery. It wont be easy and Im glad that we have two such well trained nurses on hand to help out as needed. I have a feeling that they will be needed even more in the coming days when some of the injured slaves are released from the hospital and brought here. Thank you, Tina and Geri for a job well done. Now what is it you wanted to announce? Tina stood up and looked lovingly at Geri and then back at the others. She took a deep nervous breath and announced, Since we have come to know you fine people, we have been exposed to things that we had never dreamed of in our worst nightmares. It took a bit of getting use to at first but we stuck with it and found that it isnt as abhorrent as we thought. On top of that, we have been working closer together than we ever have before. Geri had always been a good friend to me but after working and being with her so closely, we have become more. We want to announce to you that we have decided to officially become a couple. We will understand if that makes you uncomfortable and you decide to let us go. We hope that doesnt happen but we wanted you to know up front instead of trying to hide it behind your backs. Sarah, Aminda and Michelle squealed with excitement. Aminda and Michelle both got up and went over to hug the two nurses. Tom got up and quietly walked over to Tina and Geri. The look on his face was unreadable. From looking at him you couldnt tell whether he was happy or upset. When he finally got up to Tina he held out his arms in an obvious gesture to give a hug. Tina fell into his arms as he hugged her and congratulated her. He could feel Tina relax in his arms as he held her. She had been so fearful that they wouldnt be accepted. But that fear was for naught. She looked up over Toms shoulders and saw Geri being hugged by Nancy. She closed her eyes and sighed thinking, Things are going to work out all right. Now how do I tell my girls? After the excitement of the dinner announcement, the rest of the evening was quiet. After watching a movie they all quietly went to bed. Tina didnt stay the night this time. She had to make an appearance at least once during the weekend so that her daughters knew that she was alive. The announcement to them would wait until she could introduce the concept of same sex couples to them and get their reaction to the idea. The next week at school was quiet except that Aminda and Michelle had achieved something akin to hero status. It seems that Amber and her gang had been terrorizing students at the school for quite a while. This did allow them to get to know other students and learn who the student leaders, both official and unofficial were. They were all happy to meet the new girls that had put Amber and her gang in place. This made their jobs a little bit easier. They befriended all that came to them in hopes they would be able to learn more. They shared everything they learned with Sarah as well. Aminda recorded everything they learned for future purposes. Sarah was very pleased with their efforts and rewarded them every night. Up in Washington, things werent going so well. Karens depression just kept getting deeper and deeper, allowing her doggyslut persona to fuel her sense of guilt. Angie tried several times to engage her in conversation like she had when she was first admitted to the hospital but each time she got an abrupt, Not now Angie. She could tell from her reddened eyes that she was crying a lot and not getting any sleep. That Monday, Angie finally decided she had to break the monotony. She couldnt go on ignoring Brittany. Brittany was recovering more and more each day. She had tried to talk to Angie several times but Angie rudely told her that she had nothing to say to her. Oh how she hated Brittany. She finally realized that if she had to get a new name, Brittany would need to as well. So she asked, Brittany, have you thought about what name you want to take once you go into the witness protection program? Brittany looked at her with a crazed look in her eye. She said matter of factly, I thought that Mistress Karen would help me pick out a name. Angie looked pleased at that response. She figured this was her chance to get back at Brittany. She said, Well Mistress Karen put me in charge of you so that means that I should pick your new name then shouldnt I? Brittany got a momentary confused look on her face, then a brief look of anger and finally one of acceptance. It appeared as if the old Brittany was fighting with the new one for dominance. It was the look of acceptance that gave an indication to Angie that Brittany had accepted her dominance over her. She waited until Brittany finally said, III suppose that you would be the one to help me select a new name then. Angie wasnt satisfied with that answer and responded, No Im not going to help you. Im going to give you your new name. Isnt that the role of the mistress, to name your slaves? You know it is now dont you Brittany? Again Brittany had a mix of emotions cross her face as she thought about what Angie said. She answered much quicker this time and said, Yes the mistress selects the slaves name. Since you are my mistress now and I have to have another name I guess that means you get to choose what my name will be. Angie smiled and said, Thats much better. Now we need to find a name that will be descriptive of your new status. I also think that we should have a French flare to the name. Lets see, for the first name I think that a name like Suk. Its a Korean name from one of the drudge slaves I shared a cell with when you wrongfully punished me for breaking that window but I like it because its suck with out the C in it. Of course it is pronounced as if it was spelled Sook instead of Suk. Now the last name should be descriptive of what you will be doing from now on. You do know what you are going to be doing from now on dont you? Brittany frowned as she tried to think. Finally she said, No mistress. I cant guess what my future entails anymore. It is whatever you, my mistress decides; nothing less and nothing more. Angie smiled at that answer. She said, Well, from now on your future is going to be sucking cunt and anything else we tell you to. Do you understand me? Brittany answered, Yes mistress. Well dont you think your last name should reflect your new status as a cunt lapper then? Angie asked. Brittany immediately responded, If that is what mistress wants. Well then, I think that we should pick out a name with a French accent to it like Lecunt. That isnt really French but it has a French flare to it. Its pronounced like it was spelled Lecoont. So your name is now Suk Lecunt. I think thats a good name to represent suck the cunt dont you? said Angie. Brittany answered, Yes mistress. My name is Suk Lecunt. Angie then said, Now that you are Suk Lecunt. I want you to come over here and suck my cunt. Its about time you lived up to your new name. Suk got out of bed and walked over to Angie. She still had bandages on parts of her body that were still healing but her disfigured face had healed about as well as it was going to. She gingerly got down on her knees in front of Angie. She looked up into her eyes and saw firm determination in there and knew that she had to follow her mistress order. She thanked her lucky stars that she wasnt going to be whipped or spanked. She was sure that in time she would be but for now they wanted to allow her to heal. She bent her head down as she reached under Angies skirt and pulled her panties down. She dropped them on the floor and then lowered her head down under her skirt. She stuck out her tongue and gave her first tentative lick of another womans cunt as a slave. She began to lick and suck on her mistresss clit and cunt lips. As she got into it, she began to get into it more and more. She knew the tale tell signs of excitement that led to orgasm from her former life. She would excite her slaves until they were on the verge of orgasm and then she would torture them, trying to get them to cum from the pain. This time though, she knew that she needed to please her mistress and settled into a full out assault on Mistress Angies cunt. Soon Angie was moaning and groaning in excitement and in short order the moans turned into screams of orgasmic ecstasy. Suk kept on sucking until Angie had two more orgasms and pushed her away. She sat back on her heels with her head down in a perfectly submissive manner. Angie looked at her and couldnt believe this was the same person who had been responsible for most of her tortured existence at Clearview. She thought about how much fun it was going to be once she finally healed so that she could return the favor. But she also wondered what had turned Brittany into such a cruel mean bitch. That curiosity led her to order, Tell me the story of Brittany. I want to know what turned that bitch into such a horrid person. Start from the beginning.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 11 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 11, Karens Home Town Humiliation Continues at Debs Party Supplies Karen went out to the van that she was driving and got in the drivers seat and put her arms on the steering wheel and started crying uncontrollably. She felt totally worthless and wanted to die. She entertained the thought of driving the van to one of the high mountain roads in the area and driving off the highest cliff she could find. However, the thought of committing suicide was even more abhorrent to her than what they were making her do. She knew in her heart that God would not hold her responsible for what people forced her to do, but she just didnt know how long or how much more she could take. She decided then that she would escape at the first possible chance and go back home to her mom and dad and explain to them what Darrell and his family were forcing her to do. Until then she decided, she would just have to bare whatever they forced her to do. She sat back against the seat and started the van. She drove the two blocks to Debs Party Supplies. Karen parked in front of the store, took a deep breath and got out. She entered the store and noticed a woman behind a counter filled with all types of party favors and supplies in it. The store had just about every type of party supply you would need to through a supper party for kids or adults. Karen asked the woman behind the counter if she was Deb. She said that she was just a clerk and that Deb was in the basement inventorying some new equipment that they just got in. She told Karen to go through the door at the back of the shop and go down the stairs on the left. Karen followed her directions and as she went down the stairs to the basement, she felt like she was descending into hell. There were all sorts of binding and torture devices, as well as whips and paddles and many other sundry items that looked like they were made to inflict pain or discomfort to someone. She said a silent prayer that she would not be on the receiving end of any of these items. As she descended the stairs, she didnt notice that the clerk had closed and locked the door to the basement. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, there was another door that she had to open to go through. As she opened the door, she noticed that the room looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. She saw that there was a table in the center of the room. There was a tall slender blond taking some items out of boxes and checking them off a packing list. She looked up and saw Karen and said, You must be Karen. Im Deb. Close the door and come on over here and help me inventory this shipment so I can make sure they sent everything I ordered. You can leave your clothes over there on that chair. Karen looked to where she was pointing and saw the chair and walked over to it and started to get undressed. The blond woman continued talking, I understand you have a list for everything that the Mitchells want for their little party tomorrow. I know what you were told to do and as much as I would have liked to make you beg me to fill the order for you, I dont have the time for such things. Now come over here and take things out of the box and read me the order number on it. Karen walked to the table and started doing what she had asked. They spent the next 30 minutes inventorying the items. When they were done, Deb picked up a strap on dildo that looked like it had little silver strips along its length from the group and took it out of the packaging. She pointed Karen to a drawer in a set of cabinets at the back of the room and told her to bring her 4 of the batteries that were in the drawer. Deb started taking off her pants and panties while Karen was getting the batteries. When Karen brought them back to her she put them in the dildo and buckled on the strap on. Deb ordered, Karen, I want you to go bend over the table and spread your legs wide. Karen did as she was ordered and Deb stepped up behind Karen, slapped her hard on each ass cheek and put the tip of the dildo into Karens cunt. In one hard shove, she rammed the dildo in to the hilt. That is when Karen found out the dildos special function and what the silver strips and batteries were for. There was a little raised bump at the base of the dildo that when depressed, caused a shock to be given through the dildo. The shock was just shy of what a tazer would give, designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain but not to knock someone out. This differed from a tazer in that it would give that kind of shock every time the dildo was completely inserted into the victims cunt or ass. Deb knew that she couldnt fuck Karens ass because of the silver dildo she already had there so she fucked her cunt mercilessly. Every time she slammed the dildo in to the hilt in Karens cunt, Karen would feel a severe shock that elicited a loud scream from her which. That was just what Deb wanted to hear and was music to Debs ears. Her clit was also stimulated each time she thrust in. After about 20 minutes of constant torment for Karen, Deb finally came with a scream of passion. Once Deb caught her breath, she slapped Karens ass and ordered, Get up and get dressed cunt. While Karen was getting dressed, Deb grabbed three bags that had an envelope with an address and a name attached. She came back to Karen just as she finished putting her top and skirt on. As she handed the bags to Karen she said, Karen, I have some deliveries that I need you to make for me. I have too many things going on this afternoon to deliver them and I promised them they would get them as soon as they came in. When you deliver them, I want you to wait until they have read the letter in the envelope before you leave. I expect you to do whatever they tell you or youll feel pain like you never have before. Do you understand? Karen responded quietly, Yes Deb. When Karen turned to leave, Deb grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back and whispered in her ear, Dont mess up on me or Ill make your two days with me extended to four and make it a pure living hell. And just so you know, this little remote will control that little silver bullet that is lodged up your ass. As she said that, she raised her right hand and displayed a tiny remote about the size of a credit card and pushed a button. All of a sudden, Karen felt a hard electric shock that caused her legs to buckle from the severe pain. You have two hours to get those delivered. If you arent here by then Ill set the shocks to start at 1 and pulse every 10 seconds for a minute before it advances to the next level. Im sure your hubby told you that there are 10 levels. After that, well, I wouldnt want to be you. Now get going. Your time starts now She picked up a stop watch from a shelf near by and started it. Karen grabbed the first bag and looked at the address. She saw that it was near the high school she attended. It seemed that it was familiar to her some how, but she couldnt quite place why. It only took her five minutes to get to the house. When she pulled up she finally remembered why the address was familiar to her. This was the house of her favorite teacher, Miss Tyree. She was the English teacher for Juniors (11th year). Karen was known as the teachers pet, because Miss Tyree was constantly praising her work and using it to humiliate other students who hadnt done as well. She had actually worked with Miss Tyree her Senior year as a class room assistant and tutor instead of taking study hall. Karen couldnt believe that she would be involved in the kind of perversity that she had been forced into. Karen grabbed the bag for her and went up to the front door and knocked. She heard a yell to come in and she opened the door and stepped into the front room. She looked over to the study where Miss Tyree tutored her students and saw that there was what looked like an Indian girl currently with her. Miss Tyree told the young thirteen year old girl to go down stairs and get ready. The girl immediately responded with Yes Mistress, and left the room. She walked by Karen and briefly looked at her with sad eyes and then looked down and continued by her. Karen almost missed Miss Tyrees order, Well dont just stand there Karen, come here this instant. Karen quickly walked over to her and handed her the bag and said, Miss Deb asked me to bring this to you. Miss Tyree took the bag and saw the envelope. She opened it and read it. She looked at Karen and smiled saying, Well Ill be. I never in my wildest imagination ever thought that I would have you at my mercy for 30 minutes. According to this letter, youre mine to do with as I please. Is that true? Karen thought of telling the truth, but quickly thought better of it as she knew the repercussions would be more severe than she was willing to live with. She answered by saying, This worthless slut is at your mercy mistress. She got down in her kneeling position that she had been trained to be in. Miss Tyree ordered, I want you to strip. Leave your nipple and clit chains on though. I like my sluts decorated. Karen immediately complied without saying a word. When she was naked, she resumed her kneeling position waiting for an order. Miss Tyree opened the bag and took out an eight inch dildo that was 4 inches in diameter. She handed it to Karen and told her, Put this in your cunt. You have two minutes to put it in or Ill whip your tits with my belt until youve complied. While Karen began the struggle of getting the huge dildo into her cunt Miss Tyree began telling her, You know Karen, you were my favorite student. You are the smartest student I have seen come through this high school. I dreamed of having you as my daughter initially and then I began thinking of you in other ways. I thought of ways I could have you all for myself, to do with as I want and enjoy you forever. But I knew it would never happen. I started looking up sites on the internet that dealt with dominant/submissive relationships. Then I started thinking about having my own little submissive to do with as I please. I started making discrete inquiries and eventually found a site in India that offered children for adoption with no questions asked. I decided to check it out and when school got out I went to India to see what I could find out. I met with my contact there and he took me to this very rural area that was so poor that most of the people there were struggling to just live to the next day. He introduced me to this family that had 13 children and neither parent had a job. They were desperate for some money to feed there family. She continued explaining, I decided that this was my chance to get my little slave girl. I had $20,000 dollars in an account that I had set aside for this so we started negotiating for the child and the price. I initially wanted to get the little 6 year old girl but they wanted $40,000 for her. I couldnt afford that so I tried for the 8 and then the nine year old but they were too much as well. It wasnt until I suggested their 13 year old daughter that they agreed to $20,000. Her name was Dipti, but I decided to rename her dipshit. Weve only been back for a couple of days and really havent done anything yet. I went to order some toys from Deb so I could play with my new slave and she explained your situation and I knew I had to have a shot at you. It cost me quite a bit to get some time with you. I was hoping for a full hour, but Ill take 30 minutes. Deb gave me this little toy you are trying to cram into your cunt as part of your ordeal. It has some additional parts to it as well but I think Ill save those for dipshit. Miss Tyree reached into the bag and pulled out a collar and attached it around Karens neck and locked it on. She then pulled out a head harness that had what looked like a mouth piece attached to it. She explained to Karen the function of the whole set. This little harness will be strapped on to dip shit and this mouth piece will be placed in her mouth. The two pieces that you have on and it are connected. When we go down stairs, you will strap this on to dip shit and tie her up to some hooks I have set up. Then you are going to take a whip and you will whip her every where I tell you to. If you whip her hard enough and she either bites down real hard or opens her mouth wide enough to scream, one of two things may happen. You will either feel a vibration in your dildo that will increase with each successive time she bites or screams. The second thing that may happen is that it will reduce the punishment settings on your dildo and collar. If you do not hit her hard enough, the dildo and the collar are on a 30 second timer that will cause a shock that increases in strength each time. The collar has a little compressed air cylinder in it and it will expand a little each time the shock increases eventually cutting off your air supply. If you do not hit her hard enough or often enough, it could choke you to death. Once you orgasm, that will end this little session. Understand that I will not let you leave until you orgasm and you can only orgasm by the dildo that you have just finished putting in your cunt. Now bend over so I can turn it on. Karen had tears coming out of her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, but she complied. She did not believe in violence and had never done anything to hurt anyone in her short life. Making her do this was actually worse for her mentally than anything else she could have done. She was going to be made to hurt a younger girl who was innocent of anything. She didnt know if she could do it. When Miss Tyree had turned the dildo and the collar on, she picked up the harness and ordered, Now go down the stairs to the basement. Karen went through the door dip shit had gone through and went down the stairs. Miss Tyree locked the door at the top of the stairs and when she got to the bottom of the stairs, she closed and locked that door as well. She saw that dipshit was naked as she was told to be and was standing in the center of the room with a confused and worried look on her face. She handed Karen the harness and ordered, Put it on dip shit and put her up in the cuffs hanging from the hooks in the ceiling. Miss Tyree went over to a cabinet and took out an old leather razor strap that was about three feet long and two and a half inches wide. It was a strap that Miss Tyrees grandfather had used to sharpen his straight razor. She walked up behind Karen and started slapping her ass with it. She continued spanking Karen with the strap yelling, Your wasting time, get that thing on now. Karen finally got the harness on, but she had a hard time because of the jerking caused by the heavy razor strap. Karen received about 23 swats with the strap before she was done and her ass was a deep red. Miss Tyree went over to dipshit and flipped a switch on her mask. She turned to Karen,held out the strap and ordered, Take the strap Karen and start whipping her all over her ass, her stomach, her tits, her thighs and her cunt. Remember that the harder you hit her the quicker you get to your orgasm and the sooner she stops hurting. Karen just stood there shaking her head no and saying, I cant. I could never hurt anyone. After the first 30 seconds had passed, she received a mild shock and the collar got a little tighter, but it wasnt too bad. Miss Tyree ordered, Take the strap Karen. Its only going to get worse. Karen refused again saying, I just cant hurt anyone. I cant. Karen felt the shock again but it was stronger and the collar got a little tighter as well. Miss Tyree came over and started whipping Karen on the tits with the strap. Karen moved her arms up to protect her tits and Miss Tyree whipped her on her pubic hair. Karen screamed from the pain with each strike of the strap. The shock increased again and the collar tightened. Then she felt a second shock in her ass which was much harder than the previous one and that knocked her to her knees and caused her to let out a blood curdling scream. By the time she recovered, the dildo shocked her and the collar tightened again. She knew that Darrell had triggered the shock in her ass. Her fear of what he would do to her if she didnt obey Miss Tyrees orders broke through her stubbornness at refusing to hurt Dipti. She stumbled over to Miss Tyree and grabbed the strap. Karen stumbled over to dipshit and swung the strap. But she couldnt put much energy behind it and it didnt get the desired result. The dildo shocked her harder and the collar tightened again. It was now getting difficult to breathe. Karen knew that if she didnt get her act together soon, she wouldnt be capable of swinging hard enough to get the desired result. She was crying and sobbing out, Im sorry, Im sorry, as she swung the strap as hard as she could. Dip shit screamed as the strap landed across her back and the next time Karens dildo went off, the shock was less and the collar got a little looser. This encouraged her and she swung a little harder, aiming for her ass cheeks. She landed a good blow that caused dipshit to bite hard enough on the mouth piece that it lessoned the shock again and the collar became looser. Karen kept this up and after a few more times, the dildo started vibrating and the collar was back to its original tightness. Karen began to get excited as the dildo vibrated more and more. She moved around and started whipping dipshits stomach and small underdeveloped tit mounds. Each time the strap hit, dipshit would either scream or bite down and Karens dildo would vibrate more. Karen was getting very excited and knew it wouldnt be long before she would climax. She was also beginning to almost enjoy whipping dipshit because of the positive feed back her cunt received each time she hit the girl stronger. She aimed lower the next time and whipped dipshits pussy mound. She let out a blood curdling scream and that set the dildo to maximum vibration. She was at the point now where she could trip over into orgasm almost any time. She swung an underhanded blow to dip shits cunt lips and again got a blood curdling scream. The Dildo pulsed this time and it sent Karen over into a very intense orgasm. She collapsed to her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Miss Tyree complimented Karen saying, I was beginning to wonder if you had it in you. I was afraid I was going to loose my favorite student turned play toy before I had a chance to do anything to her. We arent done yet though. That only took 15 minutes. I was hoping it wouldnt take long as I had something else in mind for you to do. Now take dip shit down and lean her over that table over there and attach her feet to the legs on this side and arms to the legs on the other side. That should put her ass at just the right height. Karen did as she was told and undid the handcuffs. Dipshit fell to the ground because she was too weak to hold herself up. Karen helped her over to the table and connected her as she was ordered to. She knew that whatever was coming, she would comply. In her mind it wasnt her that was hurting dipshit, it was Miss Tyree. When she was done tying the straps to the table legs she looked at Miss Tyree who she noticed for the first time had gotten naked and was sitting in a chair fingering her self. Miss Tyree gave Karen another order, I want you to fist dip shits cunt. Take it slow as Im sure she hasnt had too many things shoved up her cunt. Karen reached out and stuck her finger into dip shits cunt and started fingering her. She quickly noticed that there was an obstruction that was blocking her fingers from going all of the way in. Karen turned to Miss Tyree and said, Miss Tyree, I think dip shits a virgin. Do you want me to continue? Miss Tyree answered, Yes of course dear. That makes it even better. Shes never going to know what a real cock feels like if I have anything to do with it. I may get her a dog in the future though. Now be quick about it. Karen went back to fingering dipshits cunt and inserted a second finger. She did this for a while and then added a third and then a fourth. She slid them in and out of dip shits cunt just deep enough that it would loosen her cunt up a bit but not deep enough to rupture her hymen. Finally Karen tucked her thumb under her palm and pushed hard with all of her might. Karens hand ripped through dipshits hymen and punched halfway down her cunt tube. Karen pulled her hand back almost all of the way out and pumped it back in. This time she punched all the way to the young girls cervix. She continued to pump her fist over and over again until she was told to stop. Finally Miss Tyree ordered, You can stop fisting her now Karen. I want you to eat her out and bring her to orgasm now. Karen almost gagged at the thought of sucking the bloody cunt, but she quickly realized that she had done worse today. She started licking and sucking for all she was worth and quickly brought dipshit to orgasm. Miss Tyree ordered, Karen, come over and suck my cunt. Karen crawled over and started lapping Miss Tyrees cunt immediately. Miss Tyree only took a couple of minutes before she was cumming full force. When she was finished cumming, she let loose with a flow of piss into Karens mouth. It seemed to Karen that it took several minutes but was less than a minute. When she was done pissing, Miss Tyree got up and ordered, Karen, go release dipshit. Rub some of this salve into her welts and cuts and dress her. Karen took the salve and went to dipshit. She massaged the salve into all of the welts on her back. She then released her and rolled her onto her back and did her front as well. She saw dipshits close neatly folded in a chair and got them. She quickly helped dipshit dress whispering in her ear that she was sorry. When Karen was done, Miss Tyree asked, Karen, how do you feel about what you just did? Karen replied with almost uncontrolled sobbing, I hated it. I think it is wrong to hurt someone, especially for fun. I would have rather had Dipti err dipshit do all of that to me rather than inflict what I did on her. But as I became more and more sexually excited, all I could think about was to do whatever it took to make my orgasm come as quick as possible. I hit her harder sob and harder sob and I started to enjoy it sob. Karen was crying uncontrollably now. It took her a few minutes to get control of her self. All she could think about was how she had become what she hated the most in those few minutes. She could never forgive her self for that, even if it was only for a few minutes and she was forced to do it. She couldnt console the fact that she had actually enjoyed inflicting pain on Dipti (She could not think of her as dipshit any more.). She hated her formerly favorite teacher now more than she hated Darrell and his family. She had taken away that final innocent part of her and destroyed it. Karen was brought out of her thoughts and back to reality when Miss Tyree ordered, Both of you go upstairs to the learning room now. Karen helped Dipti to walk up the stairs. She helped her to the chair she was sitting in when she first arrived and helped her sit down. Dipti moaned in pain and had obvious tears in her eyes but otherwise did nothing else. Karen finally got dressed and when she was done she assumed her kneeling position that she had been trained to occupy when waiting for orders. Miss Tyree looked at her watch and told Karen, You better get going. Youre already five minutes behind schedule. When Karen left, Miss Tyree called Deb and told her, Thanks for giving me the time with Karen. It turned out to be even better than I hoped. You can count on me for the little party you have planned for Karen once you get it scheduled. By the way, that little toy she sent with Karen worked perfectly. I think it will be a very popular one. Karen got into the van and looked at the next address and was surprised at the name and the location, one she recognized very well. She started up the van and started driving. She quickly pulled into the parking lot of the public library and parked the van. She looked at the name and address again to confirm this is where she was supposed to deliver the sack. She just sighed, wiped the tears from her eyes and got out of the van. Once she entered the library, she proceeded to the front desk and asked, Is Ms Traci Martine here? The desk clerk picked up the phone and dialed. Karen heard her say, Theres someone at the front desk asking for you Traci. There was a short pause and then she hung up the phone. The clerk turned to Karen and said, Ms Martine will be with you in a minute. In a couple of minutes Traci came out of the main library office. She was wearing a nice white blouse and a black knee length skirt. She saw Karen standing there with the sack in her hand and said, Karen, what a pleasant surprise. I see you have brought me a package. Lets go to my office and catch up on old times. I havent seen you since before your prom in April. Traci told the girl at the desk, Youre in charge. I dont want to be disturbed for anything for the next hour. She then turned and strode back to her office. Once Karen had entered the office, she closed and locked the door. She opened the envelope with the sack and read it. She went over to a book case behind her desk and grabbed an old leather bound book and pulled it. To Karens surprise, the book case swung open and revealed a set of stairs leading down to a basement. Traci turned to Karen and ordered, Go down the stairs Karen. I have a little surprise for you. As Karen started down the stairs with Traci behind her, the book case closed and some very old lights similar to the ones typical in the early 1940s came on. They werent very bright, but they gave enough light to see and left the impression that you were in a dungeon. As they descended the stairs and into a long hallway, Traci explained, The library was willed to the city in the early 1920s by a very wealthy business man. The head librarians office use to be his study. When I took over as head librarian last month, I started reading up on the original family that owned this place and found some very interesting reading. It seems that they made their money from the procurement and sale of young girls. The book shelf that the leather book was on had a locked cabinet door on it. No one had ever been able to get it open because there was no key. They decided not to destroy it and left it as is. I know it may come as a shock, but I am a direct descendant of the original owner, Dave Coch. My grandmother was one of his slaves and gave birth to my mother. When she found out she was pregnant, she was somehow able to escape even though she had been a slave for several years. She left the area so he would not be able to find her. Shortly thereafter she gave birth to my mother. My mother passed away when I was a young girl. I started going through all of her things and found a book with a key in it with directions on how to find a hidden chest with my grandmothers diaries. I started reading about her experiences and the more I read the more I fantasized about what my grandfather was doing. I read and reread those diaries thousands of times and decided that I would become a librarian so I could search for the dungeons she talked about. There was a key in a hidden compartment of one of the diaries. There was nothing in the diaries indicating what the key was for. When I saw the unlocked cabinet, I decided to try the key on it and see if it worked. To my pleasant surprise, it unlocked the cabinet. I started reading the books in the cabinet and found that they were records of the acquisition and sale of the slaves. When I got to the leather bound book, I was surprised when the entire book case began to move. When I saw the stairs I decided to explore a little and, well look for yourself. Traci opened an old heavy door that was made of heavy rough hewn oak. The door caused a hideous creaking noise as it opened. When they walked in, it was like a scene out of a horror show. There were shackles along every wall and about half of them still had skeletons of varying sizes in them. It was obvious that they ranged from young children to adult. Karen got a horrified look on her face and turned to Traci in shock. Traci continued, Its obvious that the rumors were correct. I can only assume that they were all alive when the owner that willed the property to the city died. There was no one to release them or feed them. They would have lived maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a little less before they died. You know, when I was reading the diaries I decided that I also wanted to try to be a master to a slave and force them to do things that they would never do themselves. That is where you come in. She grabbed Karens right arm and lifted it into a shackle hanging down from a massive cross beam. She then connected Karens left hand and then her feet to some shackles connected to chains lying on the ground. Traci continued explaining. When I found the dungeon, I started checking things out and was able to get most of the equipment to operate. As she was saying this she was pulling on a rope that was causing the chains to pull Karen into an X shape. She was lifted up so she was equidistant from the ceiling and the floor with about three feet between each. When she was pulled tight and Karen was beginning to groan from the strain, she tied it off. She moved over to some cabinets and set the bag down and looked in it. She found a nice little tit torture device which she took out of the bag and set it on the counter top. She opened the cabinet door and took out an old riding crop that she had oiled and prepped. She went to a crank on the wall and started turning it so that Karen was lowered until her feet were inches off of the ground. Traci locked that crank in place and started turning one next to it that caused Karen to be leaned forward until she was at about a 45 degree angle. She locked that one in place and grabbed an old oak chair and pulled it up to Karens left side. She went to the cabinet and picked up one of the tit torture devices that Deb had sent her. It was about six inches in diameter at the base and had four curved bars, each opposite another one, coming up to a small one inch ring at the top about eight inches up from the base. There were four small rods connected to the one inch ring, each opposite another one and connected to a threaded washer with a long screw through it. The screw had a sharp hook at one end and a little barbell looking rod at the other end for turning. At the base, there were four two and a half inch hollow threaded tubes that had a long bolt threaded through it with a very sharp two inch pin at one end and the other end had the barbell rod on it. The threaded washer holding the screw was long enough that it could contain the two inch pin. Traci went to the chair and sat on it. She told Karen, You should feel free to scream because no sound can be heard outside of the dungeon. Traci disconnected Karens nipple chains and pulled her blouse up to her neck. She grabbed the device and put it over Karens left tit and held it centered over the tit and flat against her chest. She held it with one hand and began turning the screws on the base with the other. She would turn each screw until the pin touched Karens tit. Then she turned each screw two turns and then went to the opposite side of that screw and turned it twice. Then go to the next screw clockwise to that one and turn it twice, then to its opposite and so on. When the pins pierced the skin Karen screamed in pain. She begged Traci to stop, but it did no good. As the pins twisted and screwed further in to the base of her tit, Karen just screamed and begged and screamed some more. When the pins were completely screwed in, Traci turned the top screw until the hook could connect to Karens nipple ring. Karen was now groaning from the constant pain and had tears streaming down her cheeks and dropping to the floor. She begged, Please stop Traci, it hurts too bad. I thought you were my friend. Please have mercy. Traci told her, You should be grateful for your nipple rings you know. If you didnt have them, I would have had to push the hooks through your nipples. Traci put the nipple ring over the hook and began turning the screw out. It lifted the nipple and elongated it. The stress that it put on the pins in the base of her tit and on her not quite healed nipples caused Karen to scream in agony again. Karen again begged, Please stopsobsobPleasesobsobit hurtssobsobPlease dont AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! When it looked like the nipple couldnt take any more strain, she turned the screw one more time and quit. She moved the chair to Karens right side, got the other tit torture device and repeated the procedure on her right tit. When she was done putting the devices on Karen, she went back to the last crank and unlocked it. She turned the crank in the opposite direction until Karen was leaning at a 45 degree angle with her face up. Traci again locked the crank, picked up the riding crop and walked over to Karen. She put the handle of the crop in Karens mouth and told her, Hold it for me, wont you dear. Im going to whip you with the crop 25 times. If you drop the crop while I am reattaching your chains, Ill double that to 50. Traci grabbed the nipple chains and pulled them up individually and attached them to the turning bar on the base screw on the upper part of the base ring. This caused the chain to pull very tight with no slack at all. She repeated the process with the other chain and her clit was pulled extremely tight and was elongated quite a bit. Even though her clit hurt each time Traci connected her chains, it didnt surpass the pain in her tits. She groaned from the pain, but did not drop the riding crop. Traci stood back up and took the riding crop out of Karens mouth and ordered, I want you to count and thank me for each swat with the crop. Do you understand slave? Karen said quietly through her tears, Yes Mistress realizing that that was the right response for a slave to a master or mistress. Traci swung the crop through the torture device and hit the upper left quadrant of Karens right tit. Karen screamed from the pain caused by the strike of the crop, the pull from the four pins in the base of her tit, the nipple ring and from her clit. Karen forgot to count so Traci told Karen, That didnt count because you forgot something slave. Lets start again. She struck Karen again in the same spot with the same results except that when Karen quit screaming she remembered to say, One, thank you mistress may I have another please. Traci said, Of course you may. She then swung the crop and hit the upper right quadrant of Karens tit. Karen screamed from the pain and then said, Two, thank you mistress may I have another please. Traci hit the lower right quadrant of her tit and then the lower left, waiting each time for Karen to count and thank her. When she had hit each quadrant three times with the crop, she moved to Karens left tit and repeated the process. Karen screamed terribly each time the crop landed. Once each tit had been whipped with the crop 12 times for a total of 24 swats, Traci swung the riding crop down onto Karens clit as hard as she could. Karen screamed and passed out. While Karen was out, Traci unhooked the chains from the tit torture devices and removed them, cleaning each pin with rubbing alcohol to disinfect them. She turned the crank until Karen was upright. Karens fish net top and skirt fell down again and Traci reconnected the nipple chains. She lowered her until her feet were touching the ground. She disconnected the ankle shackles and reached into a hidden pocket in her skirt and took out an ammonia capsule. She broke it open under Karens nose and she came awake with a groan. Traci waited a minute and then asked her, Are you able to stand on your own now? Karen shook her head yes and Traci reached up and disconnected the wrist shackles. She ordered, Get on your knees Karen. Karen quickly complied and assumed the now familiar slaves kneeling position. Traci lifted her skirt and stepped up over Karens face and ordered, Get busy slave, you know what to do. Karen quickly attacked Tracis cunt and clit to get it over as quick as possible. As excited as Traci was from torturing Karen, it didnt take long for her to reach orgasm. When she recovered she looked at her watch and noticed that they had been in the dungeon for 40 minutes. She told Karen, Its a shame that our time is up. But its time for you to leave. Traci led Karen out of the dungeon and down the long hall. While they were walking down the long hall and to the stairs, she told Karen, If you tell anyone about the dungeon, Ill ask Darrell if I can have you for a month long stay in the dungeon. Karen went pale at the thought of spending a month in that dungeon. She promised, I wont tell anyone, I promise. But my collar has a camera on it and Darrell watched what you did in the dungeon. He knows all about it now. Karens face was a mask of fear. Fear that Darren would punish her for disclosing that she wore the camera collar and fear that Darren would tell someone else and Traci would get to torture her for a month. Traci stopped and looked at Karen and saw the fear in her face. She realized that what she said must be true or she wouldnt be so afraid. She looked at the front of Karens collar and saw the very small camera lens. She backed up a step so she was sure her face could be seen and said, Darrell, please call me here at the library before you tell someone. When you hear what I have to say I think you will agree to keep it a secret a little while longer. I promise that the little group your parents belong to will find out about it soon enough. Just give me a little more time. I have to finalize a couple of things first before it becomes public knowledge or we might lose any chance of getting it for their organization. Please call me, oh and thanks for the loan of your sweet little slave here. Shes sure is fun to play with. After Traci said what she wanted to she turned and headed up the stairs. When they got to the top of the stairs, Traci pulled a lever next to a light switch. The book case opened and they walked into Tracis office. The book case automatically closed behind them. She led Traci out to her van and when they got there, she hugged Karen and whispered, I cant wait until our next opportunity to be together again. Traci gave Karens nipples a hard pinch and then swatted her on the ass as Karen turned to step into the van. She walked back into her office and picked up the phone. She dialed Deb and told her that she was in. No sooner than she hung up than the phone started ringing. She picked it up and when she heard who it was she immediately began explaining everything to him. She got his assurance that he wouldnt tell anyone if she would make the announcement at his party the next evening. Traci agreed that she would have everything ready by then. Karen got in the van and grabbed the last sack and read the name and address on the attached envelope. She recognized the name and address immediately and started crying. It was the address of her best friend Sandy Mc Bride. She drove over to her friends house and got out of the van. She grabbed the sack and went to the door and rang the bell. The door was opened by her friend Sandy who squealed and gave her a big hug. She grabbed Karen by the hand and pulled her into the house and excitedly yelled, Hey mom. Karens here. Anne walked into the room and noticed what Karen had in her hand and asked, Is that for me? Karen answered, Yes Mrs. Mc Bride, not knowing whether to reveal anything to Sandy or not. Anne took the sack and read the letter in the envelope. When Anne finished reading the letter she looked at Sandy and said, Slut Sandy, I want you to go down to your special room and get ready. Sandy looked surprised that her mother would say that in front of her best friend but she complied immediately. When Sandy had left the room, Anne asked Karen, Did you have any clue about Sandys secret life? Karen answered, No Mistress. I would have never guessed. I was surprised and saddened when I read the name and address on the envelope. Anne told Karen, Yours and Sandys friendship is about to be thoroughly tested. Follow me to the basement. They went down the stairs to the family room where Karen had spent many happy hours with her best friend. She noticed that a door that had never been opened while she was there was now open. It had another set of stairs that led down to a room that was definitely made for playing torture games. Karen wondered how she had never noticed these things about the people she had known her whole life. She was beginning to realize that she really didnt know any of them at all. As they entered the room, Karen noticed that Sandy was kneeling naked in the middle of the room with a huge dildo in her cunt and collar on her neck similar to the one she had worn at Miss Tyrees house. Anne ordered, Strip Karen. Be sure to take your chains off also. Anne opened a cabinet and took out a matching dildo and collar and handed it to her. She told her Put the dildo in your cunt and fasten the collar on. While Karen was doing that, Anne ordered, Sandy, go get the head harnesses that go with yours and Karens dildo and collar. I then want you to put one on Karen and for her to put one on you. Sandy quickly ran to the cabinet and got the two harnesses. She put the little trigger device in the Karens mouth and tightened the straps of the harness down tight around her head. When she was done they both knelt down side by side in front of Anne in the slaves position. Anne ordered, Karen, put a harness on Sandy. Karen immediately went about putting the head harness on her best friend. When she was done she resumed the kneeling position in front of Anne. Anne handed each girl a three inch wide leather strap that was three feet long. She took out a one foot long rope that had a loop at either end. She handed the rope to Karen and told her and Sandy to put their left hand through the loop and grab the rope. Anne asked, Karen, Do you know the collar and dildo do? Karen shook her head yes. Anne explained, You two are now going to have a spanking fight. You will proceed to hit each other with your straps until the collar has choked one of you enough that you pass out. I hope you are really good friends because after this Ill be very surprised if you remain that way. Karen and Sandy both were already crying. They neither one wanted to hurt the other, but knew that if they didnt they would be hurt severely. Anne ordered, You girls need to turn on each others dildo, collar and head harness. They did the dildo first and worked up. When they had turned the harness on, Anne simply yelled, Begin. They just stood there for a minute looking at each other until they felt the first shock and inflation of the collar. Karen having had a very recent run in with this very device decided she wasnt going to wait for it to get worse and took the first swing and hit Sandy hard across her tits. This was enough to get the desired response from Sandy. While Sandy was screaming, Karen swung the strap again and hit her thighs. The belt wrapped around her thigh and snapped against her tender inner thigh just below her cunt. Again Sandy screamed and the hand with her strap went down to where Karens strap had landed and started rubbing. Karen felt the vibration in her cunt increase and while Sandy was bent over she hit her across the back with the strap. Sandy had bent a little lower as Karen swung and the strap just barely grazed her back. Sandy got enough of a breather that she could respond and swung up with all of her might and caught Karen right on her cunt. Karen screamed and Sandys collar and dildo went back one setting. They then began trading swipes with each other. Karen was a bit stronger and had the advantage of her experience that day. She eventually wore Sandy down and as she weakened, Karen seemed to get stronger. Her anger and excitement had combined into a blood lust and she began whipping Sandy harder and harder. Each time her dildo vibrated more and more and she became more excited and closer to orgasm. When Sandys collar had tightened enough to cause her to pass out, Karens dildo in her ass joined in with the other and sent her into an earth shattering orgasm. She fell to her knees until she had recovered. When she had recovered she crawled over to Sandy and removed the collar blocking Sandys air way. She saw Sandy take a huge intake of breath and started coughing. Karen cradled Sandys head in her arms and cried her heart out for what she had done to her friend. She begged for her forgiveness over and over. Anne ordered, Karen, leave the little slut and get over here. Shell be alright, but if I dont cum soon Im going to get really pissed off. And you dont want to see me pissed off. Besides, Ive wanted to do this for years. I cant believe that I finally get to realize my fantasy. Karen crawled over to Anne and started eating out Annes cunt. Anne clamped her thighs around Karens head and noticed that Sandy was waking up. She ordered, Sandy come here. When Sandy was close Anne ordered, Fist Karens cunt and suck on her clit at the same time. This is your chance to get her back for what she did to you. Sandy started fingering Karen with two fingers and quickly advanced to three, then four. She tucked her thumb under and slid her entire hand into Karens cunt. She kept her hand in Karens cunt and got on her back and slid under Karen. When she was under Karens cunt she lifted her head and started licking, sucking and nibbling on Karens clit. She balled her hand into a fist and began pumping it in and out. Just as Karen was bringing Anne to a monstrous orgasm, she felt hers begin as well. Anne and Karen both stiffened and shuddered from their orgasm. As Anne and Karen recovered, Sandy asked, Mistress Anne, may I remove my fist from Karens cunt please? Anne said, Yes you can dear. Sandy pulled her hand out of Karens cunt and then sat back on her heels and knelt there with her head bowed. As Karen gained her wits she assumed the same position and waited for orders. Finally Anne was recovered enough and sat up in her chair and looked at her slave daughter and her daughters best friend. Anne asked, Karen, I want you to tell me what youre feeling. Karen answered, There are no words to explain what I feel. You have just made me beat my best friend to near death. I am sick that you made do that. I hate myself for doing it and especially for getting sexually excited from doing it. I hope you can forgive me Sandy because I can never forgive myself. I love you so much. She was in tears when she finished and Sandy was too. Sandy looked at her mother with pleading eyes and Anne shook her head yes. Sandy leaned over and hugged Karen and told her, I forgive you. I understand that you didnt have a choice. A slave never has a choice. They just have to comply with their orders. I love you too and am sorry you got pulled into all of this. They continued crying for a couple of minutes until they heard Anne say, Oh my, we need to get Karen on her way or shell be late getting back to Debs. Karen, can you tell Deb that Sandy and I are in? Shell know what you mean. Karen told her, Yes Mistress. Anne told her, Hurry up and get dressed and on your way. Karen quickly put her clothes on and ran up the stairs and out of the house. Just as she got in the van and started the engine, she felt the first shock of the dildo in her ass. She was glad that she was only about 4 blocks from Debs store. She drove as fast as she could to Debs store. She only felt the shock increase twice before she rushed in to the store and asked, Tell Deb Im back please. Deb came out saying, Welcome back Karen. Come back to my office. Deb turned to go back and Karen followed her into the office. Once there she knelt in front of her desk. Deb sat in her chair and said, Congratulation Karen. You did very well. Do you have anything to tell me? Karen answered, Yes, Anne told me to tell you that she and Sandy are in. Deb said, Very good. You have won over all three. That is better than I could have hoped for. You are a remarkable young slave. I am going to enjoy my time with you. When do you think we can get together for a session in my little play room? Karen replied, The week after next is open and Darrell could send me on Monday of that week. Deb asked, Do you think your hubby could let me have you for three days instead of two? I have some wonderful new toys coming and would like to try them out on you. Karen felt the dildo vibrating in her ass and answered, My master says that yes I can be here for three days Monday through Wednesday night. Karen felt the vibration again and knew she had made Darrell happy. Deb told Karen, Im looking forward to it. You better go now. I understand that you have at least one more stop before the day is through. Karen said, Yes Mistress as she got up and returned to her van. She started the van and drove to her next stop, the liquor store, crying the whole way there. This ends Chapter 11 of Part 1 of Karen and Michelles Sad Story. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story. 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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 39 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 39, Omega Psi Sisters Pledge Week Day 5 And 6 Karen dreamed that night many dreams of a childhood where she grew up with loving parents and a wonderful sister. She dreamed that she and her sister had a loving bond between each other that few ever had. Over time their love for each other had become deeper and finally on this night with their parents out for the night, Sheri expressed her love for Karen and that she wanted more. Sheri had come to Karen in the shower and got in with her. They mutually washed each other tenderly, paying close attention to all of the more sensitive parts. They finally ended up in Sheris bedroom making mad, passionate love into the wee hours of the morning. And now she felt her nibbling and sucking on her nipples, flipping her ring back and forth with her tongue while she played with the other one. Soon she felt her reach her hand down to her clit where she began rubbing and playing with it and the clit ring. That is when she woke up realizing that what she was feeling wasnt a dream. She opened her eyes and saw that it was indeed Sheri who was doing it. She watched in fascination as Sheri began to tongue bathe her down her stomach to her belly button and then to her clit. She took in a deep breath of ecstasy when Sheri began to lick and suck at her clit and cunt. Initially Sheri stopped and stared at the brands on her cunt lips and then she gave a shudder as she thought of how much they must have hurt and finally put her mouth on Karens cunt and began sucking and licking in earnest. Karen watched as Sheri attack her cunt. She closed her eyes and groaned out in pleasure. When she opened her eyes again she found herself staring straight in to Sheris eyes. In that instant there was a connection made that would bind the two girls forever. It was like they could read the love each had for the other, seeing straight in to each others soul. At that instant, with that feeling of love flowing through her, Karen had the most satisfying orgasm she had ever had. It wasnt explosive or earth shattering. But it was all consuming and went on and on. Karen closed her eyes and groaned over and over as the orgasm never seemed to end. Finally she reached down and grabbing Sheri by the head pulled her up until they were face to face. She latched onto her in a tight bear hug and whispered in her ear, Thank you for that sister. She then gave her a deep passionate kiss and did to Sheri exactly what her sister had done for her. After she had brought Sheri to her first orgasm at the hands of another they lay side by side staring into each others eyes. For over an hour there were no words spoken as they just stared at each other and Karen stroked Sheris hair gently and lovingly. All the love she had in her she tried to share with that look and that stroke of the hair. Finally Karen took a deep breath and closed her eyes and whispered. As much as I never want this moment to end, I think it is time to get up. Youll never know how special you are to me my sister. Sheri in that instant grabbed Karen in a deep embrace and cried into Karens shoulder. Karen was beginning to wonder if she did something wrong but just waited for the crying to stop. Finally the sobs stopped and after a few minutes of silence she pulled back. With her hands on either side of Karens head, covering her ears and looking her in the eyes. She said And you will never know what having my sister back means to me. I will never let you go again. Having you back has saved my life. She leaned in and gave Karen a sisterly kiss and then the moment ended. They both got up and began getting ready for the day. That evening at dinner the girls figured out the last clues that would tell them where to start the nights hunt. It was Lorraine that had it figured out in less than a minute. They would be starting at the Molecular And Computational Biology Building. When it got dark the girls were taken to Gate 5 and dropped off individually as they had been each night. The girls ran quickly to the first stop and found the southern most door open. When they went in they found a class room with a light on. When they went in they saw a note on the black board that said, Strip naked and suck a cock. When they looked around the room, there was no brother at all but tethered by a leash in a corner was a big dog. Now that the girls had come to terms with sucking a dogs cock earlier in the week, they didnt hesitate to go over and quickly bring the dogs cock to its full glory and suck it until the dog came. Once the dog came a brother came out of a back door to the class room and gave the pledge the next task which read, Go and research the archives of the Seavers Science Library and pick up the most recent issue of the Journal Nature. Most of the girls were familiar with the Science Library and knew where to go to find the Journal in question. But when they got there a brother was at the door and wouldnt let them in until they knelt down and begged to be let in. The brother was told that all he could do was stand there and deny them entrance until they knelt in submission and begged to get in. No sexual favors were necessary but if offered it became a requirement. Only April got in without giving a sexual favor. She of course had the advantage of having written this particular task. Jennifer got by with a blow job while Suzie and Lorraine had to give their brother a blow job and fuck them. Brenda didnt think to kneel down at all until after she had offered every orifice in her body to her brother for a week. When he still didnt respond it finally donned on her that if she were begging that she should be kneeling. When she finally knelt and begged the brother said, You offered me the opportunity to fuck you in every way possible for a week. My instructions were that you couldnt proceed until we had completed whatever you offered. There is no way that this will wait a week so for tonight I will fuck you in all three holes and then let you go on. But I expect that you will fulfill the rest of your task for the week after the initiation is over. You will be my little sex slave for the week. If you do not agree, your pledge week is over and you will not become a sister. Brenda had a momentary panicked look but quickly came to the realization that in essence that was what they each were doing by pledging as a sister. The expectation was that they would have sex with the brothers and that they had committed to never forcing the girls to do anything that would harm them. She then thought about being a sex slave for a week and a shiver of excitement went through her and she started getting wet with excitement. She reached over from her kneeling position and took the brothers cock out and sucked him off as quickly as she could. Once he had come she quickly sucked him hard again and then she had him get on his back and planted his cock in her dripping cunt. It took a bit longer for him to come this time but after twenty minutes and three orgasms she finally felt him cumming. This time when she started sucking him to get him hard for the third and final fucking it took her almost twenty minutes to get him hard. It was only after she stuck her finger up his ass that he got hard enough for him to fuck her ass. Brenda knew that this would take a while and decided to just let things go naturally and not try and rush things. She already assumed correctly that she had wasted so much time that she would come in last for the night. Two of the other girls were actually able to pass her during the time she was fucking her brother. When the girls finally got to the newest issue of the Journal Nature they found their next task. The note read, Look to the nearest reading table and you will find your new tail. Put it in your ass and then proceed to the basement archives of the Leavey Library to find the name of your new partner and protector. When the girls got to the table they found five butt plugs. They ranged in size from the smallest being two inches at the widest and one inch at the narrowest and increased in size by quarter inch increments until the widest was four and a half inches at the widest and three and a half inches at the narrowest. Each butt plug had a tail in it. Poor Brenda having taken the longest and loosing her position ended up last and had to put the biggest one in. Fortunately her ass was well lubed with the cum of her brother. It took her a bit of effort and quite a bit of pain to get it in, but she was determined and after about five minutes, finally managed to force it in with a loud grunt. The girls each made their way to the Leavey Library looking rather ridiculous with their tails wagging. When the girls finally made it to the Library they found a door open and made their way to the basement archives. There were no lights on except for the occasional exit sign so it took the girls a while to search. On an isolated study desk was a lap top with wireless connection that had the Leavey Library Search engine open and connected to a printer. The page was different for each girl as follows. Jennifer finds the page opened to Marquis Who's WhoTM Jennifer Suzanne Duke Lorraine finds the page opened to Santa's Christmas computer. (play) Author: Lorraine Baron Caramanna Brenda finds the page opened to JEREMY KING, BRENDA KING (CENTURY GALLERY, HENLEY, ENGLAND: EXHIBITION REVIEW) Author: BAILEY, D. N. ARTS REVIEW (U.K.), VOL. 31, NO. 18 (14 SEPT. 1979), P. 489. Suzie finds the page opened to Author: Suzie Ochieng, Title: 40 Years of Independence, Publication: New African :425 [January 2004] p.23, Abstract: Kenya celebrated 40 years of independence on December 12, 2003, and on the same day in 1963, Prince Phillip, the duke of Edinburgh, representing the Queen, handed over the instruments of power to Prime Minister Jomo Kenyatta in Uhuru Park, Nairobi. Forty years on, Kenya has become a totally different country. Ochieng presents a profile of the present day Kenya under the leadership Mwai Kibaki, particularly discussing the country's economic conditions, priority programs, and infrastructure projects. April finds the page opened to Marquis Who's WhoTM opened to Max Michael April Each girl printed out their page and rolled the paper up to figure everything out later. As they were leaving the Library they were given their next task by a brother. The note read, Go to the back entrance of the Town and Gown. There you will find a special treat awaiting you. Be sure to tip the waiter well. The girls then made their way with butt plugs in their ass to the Town and Gown. There they found a brother at the back door in a tux without any pants on holding a tray with a special breaded fruit pie on it. The girls had to suck off their waiter to get their pie. They all wondered what the significance of the pie was but as they took it in hand they were led to the van waiting for them at Gate 2. There they all waited for Brenda who was the last one in, almost twenty minutes past the last girl. The two that had passed her knew that she was quite a ways behind and assured the others that she would make it. Brenda finally made her appearance and the girls were taken directly back to the frat house. When the girls gathered in the assembly room to await the results of the nights hunt, Brenda went to the duffle bag and searched through it. She found what she was looking for and took them out. She tied a section of rope to the two leather wrist cuffs and then placed them on her wrists. She took her seat in the front with the ropes coiled up and held in each hand. On her lap she placed a cat-o-nine tails. She knew that she was last and was just waiting to see how far behind she was. Truth be told she was getting more and more excited with every minute that passed. She had dreamed of being tied up and punished like this for years. She couldnt count the number of times she masturbated to a good cum to the fantasy. She actually found it hard to sit still because of her excitement. Karen finally came in announced, Jennifer is our winner tonight. April would have been but she was not eligible tonight because she knew exactly what to do to get in the Seaver Science Library. I think you all would agree that that gave her an unfair advantage. This was determined before tonights hunt. Now the loser tonight is Brenda. What took us so long is that she was not only very far behind but she also amassed several penalties. When everything was all added together, she was an hour and a half behind the leader. Doing the math, that comes out to 450 swats. There was a collective gasp from the girls except for Brenda. Brenda got up and knelt in a submissive manner and waited for acknowledgement. Karen finally recognized her and she said, Queen Karen, I have here a Cat-o-nine tails. For every strike it makes, it hits with nine strands. I would ask that I be hung with these ropes from the banister rail of the hallway upstairs so that I may be whipped with this over my entire body. I do believe that the total will be 50 strikes. That will spread the punishment over my entire body and reduce the potential for any lasting damage. This is the way I desire to take my punishment if it is acceptable to the sisters. Karen looked at the girls and said, If you girls agree then raise your hand. The vote was unanimous. Karen had the girls tie Brenda up while she dug out a couple of leather ankle cuffs and a couple of lengths of rope. While the girls tied her hands to the overhead banister so that her arms were stretched out at a forty five degree angle, Karen put the ankle cuffs on and spread her legs apart about the same distance apart and tied them to the lowest door hinge on the closet door under the stairway and the door leading to the downstairs bathroom. The way she was stretched out made it impossible for Brenda to do anything but wiggle a bit forward or backward. Karen stood back and said, This is going to hurt like hell. The cat is not very forgiving. You will be covered with welts that will make it uncomfortable to wear clothing at all for a few days. Are you sure that this is how you want to do this? Brenda answered, Yes, but I want you to gag me so I dont scream too much. I dont want to have the police show up investigating. I dont think I could bear the humiliation. I am ready to accept my punishment my queen. Karen looked at the girls and said, I want a volunteer to suck her cunt and work on her clit while shes being whipped. Who will do it? Suzie was the first to volunteer and quickly scrambled between Brendas legs. She latched her mouth on to Brendas cunt and began sucking and trying to bring her to orgasm. Karen looked at the remaining two sisters and said, There will be a couple of minutes between each strike like we did with the paddle. I want each of you to suck on her tits and gently caress the area that was whipped in between each strike. Be sure to get out of the way when I say the count. That will be the signal for the next strike. Are there any questions? There were none and they all took up position. Karen said Begin and Jennifer swung the whip across Brendas back. Lorraine and April quickly moved in and sucked on Brendas tits and massaged the area whipped until Karen said One. The girls backed away and Jennifer whipped her again on the back except lower. Brenda screamed through the ball gag from the pain. The girls rushed in and assaulted her tits again. All the while, Suzie was on her knees between Brendas legs sucking and chewing on her cunt lips and clit. Even as Brenda was whipped, Suzie kept stimulating her cunt and clit. After the fifth strike of the cat, Suzie noticed that Brenda was getting excited. She brought her hand up and stuck her finger in Brendas ass and started fucking her with it as she moved her oral attention to her clit. When Brendas cunt started flowing freely, Suzie brought her other hand up and started fucking her cunt with two fingers. Brenda began groaning in pleasure in between the strikes of the whip. Jennifer now moved around to Brendas front and the fifteenth strike landed on her stomach. Suzie was now fucking her cunt with four fingers and her ass with three while sucking and chewing on her clit. Brenda was close to orgasm and Jennifers next strike of the cat landed on her tits. The intense pain on her tits and nipples along with the stimulation on her cunt and ass pushed her over into an all consuming climax that had her passing out. Karen was wishing she had some more smelling salts to wake her up with when she remembered that they had a bottle of ammonia for cleaning under the kitchen sink. She ran to the kitchen and got the bottle and returned to Brendas limp hanging body. She took the lid off and held the ammonia under her nose. Brenda got a good whiff of the ammonia and jerked awake. When she was fully alert Karen asked, That was number 16, do you want to continue? Brenda looked into Karens eyes with obvious lust and vigorously nodded her head yes. Karen looked at the other sisters and nodded her head saying, Go for it girls. She wants it to continue. Karen leaned down and whispered in Suzies ear, I want you to see if you can get your entire hand in both her ass and cunt. Youll have her cumming like never before If you do. Suzies eyes got big as she looked at Karen and all Karen did was nod her head in the affirmative. Suzie shook her head yes and went back to sucking and chewing on Brendas clit while fucking her cunt and ass with her fingers. Jennifer began whipping her again with the other girls massaging and nibbling on her tits in between strikes. Suzie kept up the stimulation during the whipping and it was at number 28 that she noticed Brenda getting close to climax again. She felt it was time now to do what Karen said. She folded her right thumb under her other fingers and pushed her right hand hard into her cunt in time with the next strike of the cat. Brenda didnt even seem to notice the change because of the pain of the whip. She also started fucking Brendas ass with four fingers. When the 30th strike of the cat hit, Suzie tucked her thumb under and pushed her left hand all of the way into Brendas ass. Suzie now had a hand in Brendas cunt and ass and was attacking her clit orally with a vengeance. She started alternately fucking her hands in and out of Brendas cunt and ass as Jennifer began whipping Brendas back again. By strike 35, Brendas entire body went stiff and shook uncontrollable as if she was having a seizure before passing out. Karen had the girls stop for a minute and used the ammonia to wake Brenda up again. Karen got up close to Brenda so her face was only a few inches from her face. She looked directly into her eyes and asked, You still have fifteen to go. Do you want to continue? Brenda rapidly shook her head yes with an even greater enthusiasm than she had before. Karen stepped back and announced, Alright girls. She is obviously enjoying this so lets finish up. I want to see how many more times we can make her cum before she finishes all fifty. Get going Jennifer. Jennifer began whipping Brenda again, moving to her front. The constant stimulation brought Brenda along even more quickly than before. Brenda was hurting tremendously, but the pain seemed to be driving her orgasms to greater and greater heights. By the time they got to the fiftieth stroke of the cat, they had induced four more major orgasms in Brenda. When they all stepped back, Brenda was hanging limply with all of her weight being supported by her wrists. Karen directed her release and the girls helped Brenda up to Karens room. As Karen was putting the cuffs and ropes in the duffel bag, Darren came into the room. He sat down watching Karen and said, God I never would have believed a woman could orgasm from being whipped. Ive never seen anything like it. Karen cinched up the duffle and said, It takes a special kind of girl to orgasm from a whipping. I think that she just lived out one of her fantasies. She had already decided how she was going to take her punishment before we even said what the punishment would be. If you look at the chair she was sitting in, you will see a big wet spot on it. She was obviously excited about her punishment well before she even knew what it was. Thats why I think she has fantasized doing this before. Well have to watch her in the future so that she doesnt get herself into any dangerous situations. Darren shook his head in understanding and changed the subject. How are you and Sheri getting along? Karen beamed a thousand watt smile back at Darren and said, We couldnt be better. We had a very tender moment together this morning. I already feel as if shes been my sister forever. I even dreamed about us growing up together last night. She went up to Darren and giving him a big hug said, Getting the two of us together was the absolutely most perfect gift you could have given either one of us. Trust me when I say that that one act literally saved two lives. She has her sister back and I have a sister I never had that can give me a new untraceable identity and a sense of family that I thought I had lost and in reality never had. Thank you. She leaned in and kissed Darren and just held her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder for a long while. Finally Karen let go and the two of them went to bed. Karen again found herself cuddling up with her new sister in the middle of the bed. When she went to sleep she dreamed again of growing up with Sheri. Event after event that she had learned and recited back to Sheri ran through her dreams like a movie. By morning her dream again became very erotic with Sheri eating her cunt. This was when Karen woke up to find that Sheri was again eating her out in real life and they stared into each others eyes until Sheri brought her to a wonderful gentle orgasm. When the orgasm settled down, she pulled Sheri up and they cuddled. When Karen started to return the favor, Sheri stopped her and said, As much as I would like that, my period started last night. Karen got a big smile on her face. She giggled a little and said, Dont let a little blood stop you. She bounded up and got a towel and rushed back to Sheri. She put the towel under her and then continued down and began eating out Sheris cunt. She pulled the tampon string out and began to suck and chew on Sheris cunt with a vengeance. Sheris hands came up and pulled Karens head into her cunt. She was soon in the throes of an orgasm. Karen didnt stop with one though. She kept it up until Sheri had five orgasms. She passed out on the fifth so Karen got up and got another new tampon and a damp wash rag. She cleaned Sheris cunt and put in the new tampon. When she was done cleaning Sheri up she took the bloody towel under her and went to the bathroom to clean up. Once she was clean she laid down on the bed facing Sheri and cuddled her until she woke up almost an hour latter. She just stared at her with love during the whole time watching her breathing gently. When Sheri woke up she saw Karen looking into her eyes and quietly said, Hi sister. Karen leaned forward and kissed Sheris nose and said, Hi back. They laid like that for a few more minutes and Sheri asked, Karen? Yea she replied. Sheri took a deep breath as if she was debating something in her mind and then asked, If I tell you something, would you promise to keep it between just the two of us? I use to be able to talk to my Karen all the time and get her advice. Will you do that for me? Karen felt wonderful that Sheri wanted to share things with her like she did her own sister and answered, Well sister, I think I would be honored to be your confidante. I promise that what ever we talk about will be between just the two of us. Sheri took another few minutes before she spoke up again. She said, You know about the car crash that killed my family and led to me living with Darren and his parents. What you dont know is that Darren sacrificed so much to give me support. I was injured badly in the crash and it took months for me to get back to normal. He gave up everything to make sure I had the support I needed to get healthy again. Every time I contemplated suicide, it was the thought of what it would do to him that kept me from ever going through with it. I love him with all my heart and want to devote my life to him because without him, I wouldnt be here. But I cant bring myself to tell him how I feel because Im afraid he would change his opinion of me. I know he loves me, but as a sister, not a lover. Can you help me? Karen thought about it for a few minutes. Would you like me to find out what he thinks about you? I think I could do it in a way that would not implicate your true feelings for him. We can do it that way or we can go about teaching you how to seduce him. Sheri thought about it for a few minutes and then said, If I tried to seduce him and he only thought of me as a sister then Im afraid I will ruin the relationship we have. I want to keep what we have and just take it to the next level. I love him more than life itself. I couldnt bear to lose him completely out of my life. Ill settle for our relationship as it is now if that is all that is possible but I want more. Does that make sense? Karen hugged Sheri as she tried to comfort her. She said, I think I understand. Ill talk to him. Ill do it in a way that you arent implicated so that if he isnt interested in you romantically then we wont jeopardize your current relationship. Now lets go down stairs and get breakfast started. The girls have one more night out tonight. Sheri said Thanks Karen. I love you. Karen gave her an extra squeeze and they cleaned up before going down to make Brunch. About half way through breakfast, Darren came in to the dining room. Karen saw him come in the front door and went up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss and said, So what brings my favorite knight in early today? Darren held up his night bag and said, I ran out of clean clothes so thought I would come get some more and check on my girls. He gave Karen an extra big hug back and they went up to his room. As Darren put his dirty clothes away and got clean ones to put in his overnight bag, Karen sat on his bed. She decided that there was no better time than the present to find out what he thought of Sheri. She asked, I know that you said that Sheri lives with you now because of the accident, but what is your relationship with her? What I mean is, do you think of her like a sister or is their something else. The reason Im asking is if Im going to be her sister, I need to know those kinds of things dont you think? Darren seemed surprised by the question and stopped what he was doing and looked at Karen. It seemed as if he was debating whether or not to say something to her or not. Finally he sat down next to Karen and stared at the wall as he began, You have to understand that her sister and I were the best of friends our entire life. From as far back as I can remember, we just knew that we were meant for each other. There wasnt anything that I wouldnt do for her. Thats one of the reasons that when I saw you, there was no way that I could leave you at the hands of those slavers in Washington. Any way, I had just decided to ask her to marry me the night of the accident. You dont know how devastated I was when I was told. I didnt come out of my room for a week except for the funeral. The engagement ring I bought for her was the only thing that was in the coffin they buried. When I found out that Sheri survived, but was hanging by a thread, I couldnt stand the thought of her dieing too. I went to the hospital and started spending all of my spare time with her to help encourage her to stay alive and pull through. I made it my primary purpose to make sure that she always had someone there for her, no matter what. When we found out that her parents wanted my folks to take care of her, I cried for joy that she would be such a close part of my life. I may have lost my true love, but part of her survived in Sheri. The next couple of years were tough on her. Ive never seen such determination. You know at the hospital they didnt think she would live, but she did. When she left the hospital the doctors said she would never walk again, but she did. I watched her go through pain and suffering that no thirteen year old child should ever have to suffer. I devoted my life to her recovery and she earned my admiration in ways that no one ever has. Do I love her? The answer has to be absolutely. Do I want her to be a part of my life? The answer is definitely. God, if she wasnt eight years younger than me I would not even be looking at another girl. Ive come to love her as much or more than I did her sister. But because of the age difference, there is no way I want to jeopardize what we have by broaching the issue. If all I can have is the current relationship we have, then I am happy to settle for that. Does that answer your question? Karen answered, Yea it does. Thank you. I know that had to be hard. There is a lot of pain that both of you have to get through yet. I hope I can help heal some of that pain. Anyway, thats enough of the serious stuff. How about staying in your room tonight? I think you just might get lucky if you do. One condition though. You have to wear the blindfold. Agreed? Darren shook his head yes and said, Sure. You know I can never turn you down. At least you now know why. Ill be there with blindfold on at 9 pm. Karen left to let Darren do his thing and returned to the dining room where the girls were all discussing where they would be starting tonights hunt. They had just organized the words into the right order on the table so that it read University Computing Center Main Classroom. Karen saw the girls had the right starting point and said, Congratulations girls. This is the last night of the hunt. After tonight, all you will have to do is figure out all of the things youve received and who they belong to. So did you guys have your pastries for breakfast? Karen watched as the girls all got that look of surprise when you suddenly remember something that you had forgotten. Karen got the tray down that had the bread pies on it and put them on the table. She said, Go ahead and each of you grab one. Im sure that they are delicious. Each of the girls grabbed one. Brenda was obviously moving with quite a bit of pain. Karen asked, Are you going to be all right Brenda? Brenda smiled at Karen with a brave but pained smile and said, Im fine. Just a bit on the sore side both in and out. I had fantasized about doing something like that since I was a little girl. I just couldnt let the chance pass me by. I would go through that time and again to get the kind of orgasms I got last night, so it was definitely worth it. Whenever I hurt when I move, it just reminds me of all of those good cums I had last night. You guys are going to have to watch out for me or Im likely to allow something that would permanently injure me. I never thought that pain could bring that much pleasure. Karen said, Ive already talked to Darren about that very subject. I saw the signs last night. They will watch out for you. Thats part of the deal. Use your time as a sister to test your limits and boundaries. That way you will know your limits when you finally are out on your own. Brenda gingerly gave Karen a hug and got the last pastry out of the bowl. She had just picked it up when she heard a gasp and a squeal from Suzie. When she looked over she saw Suzie cleaning off a choker necklace. The other girls started gasping as well. Each was pulling a similar choker out of their bread pie. Brenda sat down and started tearing apart her pastry as well. They all went to the sink and cleaned them up thoroughly. When done they all sat back down on the table to exam more closely. The choker was made of a wire base that was designed to allow it to expand and contract like a spring. It was covered with pearls that made it look very elegant. In the front was a cameo that had the Omega Psi Greek letters on a blue onyx stone. Each of the girls tried theirs on and it fit perfectly due to its ability to expand or contract. All of the girls were murmuring words to the effect of Its beautiful or Its gorgeous. Karen let the girls admire the choker necklaces for a couple of minutes and then announced, Ladies They all looked at her and when she had their attention she said, Those are only for those who make it through pledge week and the initiation ceremony Saturday afternoon. Sisters will be expected to wear their choker at all times. By wearing it, you will be letting the world know that you are an Omega Psi Sister. Now you girls need to go get cleaned up and ready for tonight. Youll find what youre supposed to wear on your sleeping bags. Wear that, your shoes and socks and nothing else. The girls all put the necklaces in the bowl on the table and ran upstairs. After they had left, Karen looked at Sheri and asked, So what are you willing to do for Darren to show him you love him? Sheri didnt hesitate to answer, I want him to be my first and only man. Ive never wanted anyone else and never will. If I cant have him, then I wont have anybody. Karen asked, Have you ever given a blow job? Sheri blushed and quietly said, Nno. Karen ordered, Go to the duffle bag in the assembly room and bring back the dildo. Its time you learned if you want to rock Darrens world tonight. Sheri had jumped up to go get the dildo until she heard Karens last statement and turned asking, Tonight? Karen answered, Darren told me he loved you more than anything in the world. That the only thing that was keeping him from doing anything with you was your age and that he didnt want to lose you from his life. At 9 pm tonight, he will be laying in his bed naked with a blindfold on, waiting for me to come in and spend the night with him. The only thing is, he will be spending the night with you instead. Now go get that dildo so I can teach you how to give a blow job so he doesnt suspect too early. You wont be as good as me, but youll be good enough by the time Im through with you. Sheri launched into Karen and almost knocked her over in her excitement. She hugged her desperately and said Thank you over and over. She finally let go and ran to the assembly room to get the dildo. When she returned, Karen began to instruct her on the finer arts of sucking a cock and how to deep throat. About two hours later while Sheri was taking a break, the pledges came down the stairs. When Sheri looked up at the sound she started giggling at first and then broke out laughing. The pledges were naked except for shoes and socks, the tail from the night before (attached to a dildo plug), a dog collar and a mask on that made them look like a dog. Karen said, Welcome my little puppies. As you can see, youll be going canine tonight. There will be no walking anywhere. You are required to crawl on hands and knees. The good news is that there will be only three stops. You have an hour before you have to go, so spend it wisely. But dont get out of your costume. The girls all went about their business and Karen went back to teaching Sheri how to deep throat. Unfortunately Sheri just couldnt do it so Karen said, Youll just have to stick to what you can do. Dont worry about it. Not every girl can do that. Im sure that you will give him one of the best blow jobs hes ever had. Now lets hear what you plan on doing when you get in the room tonight. Sheri said, Youre going to first stick your head in to confirm that he is ready with the blindfold on and let him know that youll be there in a minute. Then a couple of minutes later, I will go in and kiss him everywhere but on his lips or cock. Then I will suck him off. When he gets hard I will lie down next to him and then whisper in his ear that I love him and ask him to make love to me. What do you think? Karen just smiled and said, I think it should work. Im absolutely sure that it will turn out the way you want. I just want all of the details tomorrow morning. Now go upstairs and get cleaned up. Be sure to use my perfume so he will think its me at first. Karen and Sheri hugged and Sheri went off to their room. Karen went out to the assembly room and announced, Well girls, are you ready for the last night of the hunt? They all answered in the affirmative. Karen opened the door and said, The vans out front. Good hunting. Well see you when youre done. Now dont forget, no walking tonight. After the girls took off, Karen went up stairs and walked into her room. She saw that Sheri was just finishing with her make up. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:06 pm. She turned and went to Darrens room and opened the door. She saw that he was in the center of his bed on his back with a blindfold on and his cock erect, sticking up in the air. She smiled and said, It will just be a few more minutes. Now dont forget that the blindfold stays on and absolutely no touching. You just lie right there and enjoy whats going to happen. I guarantee that it will rock your world. Darren wondered what Karen had planned but had learned that whatever it was, it was usually enjoyable so he was willing to follow her orders. About ten minutes later, Sheri was finished with her hair. She looked nervously at Karen and said, IIm about as ready as Ill ever be. Karen put her hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes and said, I know youre nervous. Just take a deep breath and do it as we talked about earlier. Just let all of the love you have for him flow into everything you do. I guarantee that he will be putty in your hands if you do. Now go. The love of your life is waiting for you. Sheri turned and went to Darrens room. She stopped outside the door and paused. She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 9:30 pm. She reached to the door knob and opened the door. Karen gave her about five minutes and then went up to the door. It was partially open and she pushed it open a bit more so she could see in better. She saw that Sheri was busy kissing and licking down his thighs, covering every inch as she went. When she got to his toes she kissed and sucked each one and then started on the other leg and began with the toes and worked up. Finally she paused and took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide and put it over his cock. She started sucking the head for a couple of minutes and then started bobbing her head up and down. She started taking more and more of it with each down stroke. Karen watched with surprise when she saw Sheri take a deep breath on the up stroke and then push his entire cock down her throat. She smiled with a tear running down her cheek as she pulled the door closed and went down stairs. Karen had been falling for Darren in a hard way. But after hearing both of them declare their love for each other as they had, she decided that she just had to get them together. She would still be a part of their lives, but more as a sister than a lover. After the pledges left, they were taken to Gate 6 and let out like before. This time the girls had to be a bit more careful to keep from being seen because they were crawling instead of running. When they got to the University Computing Center Main Classroom, the brother waiting there gave the girls a nine inch dildo that was two inches wide. The dildo had a bulge about three inches up from the base that expanded to four inches. The bulge was about the right location for a dogs knot. The task for the girls was that they had to fuck themselves to orgasm with the dildo and that they had to take the bulge each time they stroked the dildo in. Once they came, they had to leave the dildo in their cunts for the rest of the night. April had the advantage because she had already had a dog cock in her cunt and was able to get it in. Suzie took the longest because she was the tiniest of the girls and had the hardest time taking the entire dildo in her cunt. When they had their orgasm, the brother took a leash that had hooks on both ends and attached each hook to the collar on the girls neck. He placed the leash over the girls shoulder and let the leash lay on her back. He told the sister to go to the Humanities and Social Sciences building. Upon arriving at the next stop, they entered and found a class room with a light on. They entered and were made to give the brother a blow job as a task. Once they had finished swallowing the brothers cum, they were each given a choke chain that was hooked to the leash and sent to a different location. April was sent to the Center for Applied Mathematical Science. Brenda was sent to the Andrus Gerontology Center. Jennifer was sent to Hedco Chemical Engineering. Lorraine was sent to Molecular and Computational Biology. Finally Suzie was sent to the Seaver Science Center. Each girl found a brother with a dog at their building. They were required to give the dog a blow job. Once the dog had cum, the brother took the choke chain and put it on the dog. The sisters were now attached by the leash on the girls collar to the choke chain on the dog. The sister was told that her tasks for the night were complete. They were instructed to take their dog to the nearest gate and await the van. The girls crawled to the gate leading their dog as they were told. Because the girls started about fifteen minutes apart, they didnt have to wait at the gate. The van was waiting to pick them and their dog up. It took the girls quite a bit longer to make it through the tasks of the night because of having to crawl. When the girls got back to the house they crawled into the assembly room with their dogs. They were all petting the dogs and looking at the tags on their collars for their name. The Saint Bernards were Karens Duke and Baron. The German Shepherd was named King. The Great Dane was Prince and the Rottweiller was Max. Lorraine suddenly burst out, Uh, guys. You remember the information we were given at the library archives. Well mine was a play called Santas Christmas Computer written by Lorraine Baron. I bet that means that I am to get Baron. Is that correct Karen? Karen had just walked into the assembly room as Lorraine burst out with her insight. Karen answered, Very good Rainey. Youre exactly right. If you all look at the information you were given, you will be able to figure out which dog belongs to which girl. Lorraine, since you already have yours figured out, why dont you watch the boys while the others go get their print out from the library. The other girls took off up the stairs as fast as possible. Lorraine went over to the dogs and started looking at the tags until she found Baron. She hugged him and said Well boy, it looks like you and I are together now. What do you think of that? Baron licked her face in answer and Lorraine began giggling. She had always wanted a dog and hugged Baron saying, Yeah, I love you too. Youre an absolutely beautiful animal. Im glad youre mine now. Lorraine turned around to look at the stairs as she heard the stampede coming down. The girls came back in the room and sat down. Karen announced, Lorraine, you take the dog to their rightful owner when they figure out which one belongs to them. The first of the girls to speak up was Jennifer. She yelled out, My printout was some information from the Marquis Who's WhoTM on Jennifer Suzanne Duke. I guess that means I get Duke. Karen acknowledged that she was correct and Lorraine took Duke to Jennifer. April announced as Duke was being led to Jennifer, Mine was information from the Marquis on Max Michael April so I guess that my dog is Max. Lorraine went to the dogs and found Max and led him to April. After a few more minutes Brenda announced, My printout was from the Art Review Journal and it was a review of an exhibition by Jeremy and Brenda King. I guess that means I get King. Lorraine goes back to the two remaining dogs and takes both of their leashes. She led King to Brenda and then took Prince to Suzie. She said, Theres only one left so he has to be yours. Suzie gasped, My god hes big. Hes almost twice as big as I am. I hope hes gentle. Karen smiled and reassured her saying, Hes the gentlest of the bunch. Thats why we decided to give him to you. With your small size and as big as these dogs are, we didnt want one that might over power you. I assure you that you will love him. Karen let the girls get familiar with the dogs for a few minutes and then announced, All right girls the hunt is over and you have all passed with flying colors. We hadnt planned on you figuring out whose dog is whose until tomorrow. But since you did that tonight then each of you will get to sleep with your dog tonight. Tomorrow, you will spend the morning and afternoon giving your dog a bath and cleaning him thoroughly. Then you will prepare yourselves. At 7 pm the entire fraternity and several alumni will be attending your initiation. So get a good nights sleep and well see you tomorrow morning. Wake up is at eight so dont stay up too late. The girls got up and led their dogs up the stairs. Karen followed but looked in on Darren and Sheri. When she opened the door she saw them spooned together with Sheri in front and Darren with his arm draped over her with his hand holding her tit. They were both sound asleep and Karen could tell that they belonged together just from looking. She closed the door with tears of happiness running down her cheeks and went to her room. As she got in bed she watched as the girls all lied down with their dogs on their sleeping bags. It didnt take long for them all to fall asleep. Karen put her hands behind her head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling wondering how much better life could get. At that very moment she felt for the first time that she truly belonged where she was. Finally she was accepted and appreciated for who she was. Soon she too fell asleep. This is end of Chapter 39. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 9 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 9, Karens Home Town Humiliation Continues Karen woke up about 4:00 am in the morning. It took her a minute to realize where she was and then she turned over and found herself staring into the sleeping face of John Mitchell, Father to her rapist now husband. She shivered in revulsion at the thought of what they had made her do last night. It was just another in a long list of debaucheries that they had forced her into. She couldn't believe that she had done all of those horrible things in front of people that knew her and her family. It was one thing to do it in front of strangers, but in front of people who knew her and her family. She could never face anyone in town again without wondering whether they had seen her that night at the restaurant. Her mind kept flooding with the thoughts of all of the sick disgusting things she had been forced to do. She hated Darrell for what he was doing to her. She hated his parents that were obviously in on the whole thing and most importantly she hated her parents for not believing her when she told them she was raped. She wondered how any parent could force their daughter to marry her rapist. If she would have just told them what happened that night after prom, maybe things would have been different. Her thoughts went back and forth between blaming her parents for betraying her and hatred and disgust at herself as she blamed her self because of the fact she didnt tell them about the rape that night. Her thoughts went back and forth like this for several minutes until her stomach growled, letting her know that she hadn't had anything to eat yesterday other than a bowl of that nasty slave gruel that reminded her of dog food. She sighed and looked at the clock. It was a little after 5:00 am now, so she slowly worked her way to the end of the bed and got up. She went to the kitchen and started rummaging around to see what she could fix for breakfast. She just hoped that they would have mercy on her today and let her have some real food. She found a dozen eggs, bacon, cheddar cheese and some biscuit mix. She decided to make some scrambled eggs and biscuits for them for breakfast. She mixed up a batch of biscuits and put them in the oven. She spent the next few minutes chopping up some of the cheese, some onion, some mushrooms and some green pepper to mix into the eggs. She found a nice deep skillet and put it on the stove and put it on the burner to heat up. While it was warming, she put coffee into the coffee maker and started it percolating. She cut the bacon into bite size pieces and put them into the heated skillet along with the onion, mushrooms and green peppers and started them cooking. She broke 9 eggs into a bowl and spiced them up with salt, pepper and garlic salt. She added about a quarter cup of milk and mixed it up. She had been stopping and stirring the ingredients in the pan on the stove frequently while she had been preparing the eggs. She kept stirring them until she felt that they were cooked enough and poured the eggs into the pan and added the cheese and started stirring the mix with a spatula. The smell of the coffee brewing and the bacon frying had drifted through the house and Darrell, John and Nancy were now awake. Darrell went to his rooms bathroom and started cleaning himself up while his parents did the same in theirs. Karen meanwhile was finishing up the eggs and setting the table. She had just set the plate full of biscuits on the table and assumed her kneeling position in a neutral spot in the kitchen near the table with her head bowed when Darrell and his parents came in. John made a beeline to the coffee pot and filled his cup with coffee and took a seat at the table. The others followed suit and it seemed to Karen that they were ignoring her. She began to wonder if she was going to get anything to eat when Darrell turned and looked at her and said, "Nice breakfast slut. I may just keep you for a while if you keep this up. Go get the dog bowl out of the pantry. You should also find a bag of slave gruel for pregnant slaves there as well. Fill yourself a bowl full and enjoy a nice breakfast." Karen started to get up to go to the pantry when Darrell yelled, "Did I tell you that the rules have changed. I guess I'm going to have to give you a reminder after breakfast." Karen's face turned red from both embarrassment and fear due to Darrell's chastisement of her in front of his parents. She crawled to the pantry and found the bowl and gruel. She filled the bowl full and crawled to the sink and added water. She put the bowl on the floor and began eating it without using her hands, taking time to chew up the tasteless chunks and swallow it. As the Mitchell's finished their breakfast, they got up and scraped the remaining scraps into Karen's bowl. John patted her on the head telling her, You were a good little slut last night. You keep it up and you just might not suffer quite as much. But of course we would rather you misbehave so we can have the fun of punishing you. I cant wait for another session like we had at Lynns the other night. You have a busy day ahead of you so well see you later. Karen wondered what John meant by having a busy day ahead of her as she continued eating. When she finally finished her meal, she knelt in her slave position and waited for her orders and they weren't long in coming. Darrell ordered, Clean up this breakfast mess and then go clean herself up. Ill lay out the items you are to wear for the day on the bed in my room. Karen complied and cleaned up the kitchen as quickly as possible. When she was done, she crawled to the bathroom off of Darrell's room and took a shower and cleaned herself up. She looked in the mirror and saw that almost all of the bruising around her breasts was gone. Her ass on the other hand still showed the marks of her several severe spankings although they were less than they were. But she knew also that she was going to get punished shortly. She figured her ass would be back to what now seemed to be its normal red and blue state. She finished up in the bathroom quickly and crawled into Darrells room to find him waiting there with the paddle. Darrell told her, Stand up bitch. Bend over and grab your ankles so I can punish you for not following your rules. Karen did as she was told and Darrell started to immediately spank her ass with the paddle. She cried out in pain but hesitated only very briefly before she said, "One. Thank you for punishing this worthless whore master." She continued to count in that manner until she reached 20 and he stopped. Karen was crying uncontrollably from the pain. She hadnt been told to do anything else so she just stayed in that position. It wasn't long before she felt Darrel's cock being rammed up her ass hole. It seemed as if Darrell made it a point to force his cock into her as hard as he could so that he really slapped against her tender ass cheeks. He also spanked her ass cheeks on every in stroke, alternating between ass cheeks on each stroke. She cried even louder from this abuse because of the pain it was causing. After about 10 minutes and what seemed like a 100 swats but were only about 30, Darrell came deep in her ass. When he pulled out, Karen turned around and did the obligatory cleaning of his cock, fighting back the nausea of cleaning the shit encrusted cock. When she was done, she assumed her kneeling position and waited for further instructions. Darrell got the special silver dildo and stuck it up her ass this time. He told Karen, You have a special day ahead of you bitch. Im going to leave your cunt free for now. Dont forget about the special functions the vibrator in your ass has. Im sure that those pins that pop out on command or on temperature drops will do wonderful things to your cunt. Karen's face went white at the memory of what happened the one time that she had been on the receiving end of the pins being released. She couldn't imagine what it would do in her ass and didn't want to find out. When Darrell was done explaining everything, he set the shock mechanism at its highest setting on the remote and pushed the button as a reminder. Karen let out a shriek of pain and fell to the ground. Darrell reached down and grabbed her by the hair and lifted her back up to her knees. Karen reached up with her hands to try and grab his arms and relieve some of the pressure from the hair pulling on her scalp painfully. When she was finally on her knees, he released her and snarled in her ear, "That was just to remind you of what can happen if you do anything other than what you are told or don't comply with an order by me or by someone we have designated. Dont forget how much worse that pain would be if the pins had been sprung. Now let's get you dressed up for the day." Darrell connected her gold clit chain to her clit ring and then handed her the short plaid mini skirt to put it on. He also handed her the fish net top to put on. It did little to hide her tits and allowed the nipples on her tits to stick out through the holes of the fish net. Darrell grabbed the nipple rings and twisted them a little just for grins. Karen groaned just a bit from the combination of pleasure and mild pain. Darrell finally attached the chain to the nipple rings and stood back. Darrell smiled and grabbed a wide black leather collar that looked something like a shock collar for training dogs. As Darrell put the collar on he explained, "This is a nice little something I borrowed from Lynn. You remember her dont you?" Karen shivered from the thought of her ordeal with Mistress Lynn and Darrell's parents. Darrel continued after he noticed the shiver, "I thought so. Now this little collar is one of the tools she uses on her slaves in training. It has several things built into that little box on the collar. First, it has a very small camera that will be sending video of everything you see. Second, it has a microphone that records the sound. Third, it has a GPS locator in it so that you can be tracked wherever you go. And finally it has the ability to be programmed with specific locations and routes. And now for the nice touch, if the wearer deviates from what is programmed, it will send a little signal to that special item in your ass and release the pins and a sustained maximum shock. It will incapacitate you on the spot and signal me where you are. I won't be far away and will most definitely be able to recover you before anyone else would have a chance. I will also be listening to everything you say and if I even remotely dislike what I hear, I'll trigger it. Do you have any questions about any of this?" Karen shook her head no and said No master. Darrell continued, "Tomorrow, we will be having a couple of parties to celebrate our marriage. The first one will begin at noon and will be with our school mates. I know you didnt have too many friends in school, so I took the liberty of inviting everyone I wanted to attend. I think we'll have about 30 people attending that one. The second one will be a reception that my mom and dad are throwing for us to show off their new daughter in law to their close friends and associates. Some you have met already, others you will meet before tomorrow night. I can assure you that the next two days will be quite memorable. Darrell continued, In order to prepare for these parties, I need you to make a few stops in town and make final arrangements and arrange payment. Im sure that with your negotiating abilities, you will devise some unique ways to pay for everything. Oh, and paying with money is not an option to even consider. You will have to go to four stores today. The first one will be to Marta's Bakery. She will be providing us with a variety of gourmet breads and pastries for tomorrow. The second stop will be to Keplar's meats. He will provide us with a wide variety of deli meats to include Smoked Elk, Roast Caribou, Barbecued Alligator and many more. The third stop will be to Debs Party Store for decorations. And finally the last stop will be to Grandpa's Liquor Store. Darrell handed her a piece of paper saying, Here is a list for each place telling them what we need. Remember that I'll be watching and listening to everything that is going on. If I like what I hear, you will be rewarded." He hit the vibrator button and Karen felt a wonderful feeling developing in her ass and spreading outward and then it stopped as quickly as it started. He went on to explain, "And of course you know what will happen if I don't like what I hear. Now here are the keys to my parents van. Everything will be delivered tomorrow except for the liquor. They dont do deliveries, so you'll have to bring it home in the van. Now you better get started or you wont be able to get everything done before they close for the day and I would consider that the same as if you willingly disobeyed me and tried to leave. Now remember, the collar is specifically programmed for the order I told you. It will not allow you any deviation from the order programmed. Well see you tonight when youre done. Karen knew that this was going to be a bad day. She couldnt even imagine what she was going to have to deal with before the day was done. She got in the van and started the engine. She delayed a few minutes to try to build up her nerve and confidence enough to get started. She obviously waited too long because she felt a mild shock from the dildo in her ass. It hurt, but wasnt the excruciatingly painful shock she had felt earlier. She put the van in drive, pulled out and headed to Martas Bakery. Karen pulled up to the bakery and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves before entering it. She finally got out of the van and went into the bakery. Marta, the owner, was in her mid thirties and looked to be of Mediterranean descent. Her Parents had actually come from a small town in Sicily and immigrated to America after World War II. Marta was about 5 feet 5 inches tall and about 110 pounds. She had short black hair and brown eyes. Her measurements were 34C breasts, 25 inch waist and 33 inch hips. She was a very beautiful woman and would catch the eye of any normal red blooded male. Marta had been putting some fresh baked bread in the display case when Karen came. She looked up and said, "Good morning Karen. I understand that you're a married woman now. How are you and your new husband doing? It's Darrell Mitchell right?" Karen knew that she had to keep everything positive or suffer the consequences. She put on the best act that she could and told Marta that, "Yes I married Darrell Monday morning. We are doing well and that brings me to why I am here." Karen gave Marta the list that Darrell had told her to give to Marta. Marta took it and looked over it. She already knew what the Mitchells needed for the two parties as they had ordered earlier in the week. She looked up at Karen and told her, For everything on the list to be delivered by tomorrow at noon, it will cost about $600 dollars. Will you be paying with cash, check or credit card? Karen stuttered a little as she began to explain, "III ddddont hhhave anything to pay with. IIIll dddo aaanything you want if youll please fill the order for me. Marta had already been paid for the ordered food, but of course Karen didnt know that. Marta belonged to the same fetish club that Mistress Lynn and the Mitchells belonged to and was fully in on what was going on. She replied to Karen, "Now Karen, how am I going to stay in business if I spend all of my time filling orders for people who dont pay. Im sorry, but youre going to have to come up with the money to pay for everything." Karen started to panic a little and started crying and begging. Oh please Marta. They didnt give me any money. Please I beg you. Ill do whatever you want. Please dont send me back to Darrell without that stuff. I couldnt stand it. Pleeeeease let me do something for you. Karen continued like this and emphasized over and over again that she would do anything. Marta of course kept refusing, trying to force Karen into desperation. She already knew what she was going to make Karen do, she just wanted to fuck with Karens mind and see how far she could push her before she agreed. Karen finally got down on her knees and begged Marta to please help her, all the while bawling and crying. It was obvious to anyone that Karen was desperate. Marta knew that the timing was right for a change in tact. She asked Karen in a sympathetic voice, "What will you do for me?" Karen replied, "Anything you want." Marta replied, "I want specifics. What are you willing to do for me? Anything covers a lot." Karen said, "Ill wash your dishes, Ill clean your home or your shop." She paused and then quietly and desperately added, "I I Ill even be your slave for a day." Marta asked her to repeat what she said because she wasnt sure she heard her. Karen repeated louder this time, "Ill be your slave for a day." Marta scratched her chin and she looked like she was thinking about it, when this was the exact opening she was waiting for. She finally responded back, "Karen, as a slave you will have to do anything I tell you, you know that dont you?" Karen responded, Ill do whatever you want me to, I promise. Marta asked her, Would you be willing to clean my kennels? Karen agreed. Marta asked, Will you do it naked? Karen agreed. She asked Karen, Will you clean all of my shoes, even the ones worn while cleaning the kennels with your tongue? Karen almost gagged at the thought of putting the putrid mix of dog shit and piss in her mouth but wasnt willing to take the punishment for refusing so she said, Yes mam. Marta asked her, Will you suck my cunt? Karen agreed. Marta asked her, Will you suck my cunt even if it is bloody with my monthly period? Again Karen almost gagged from the thought, but agreed. Marta finally responded, "Then if you will agree to spend two days with me as my slave, Ill agree to fill your order. But I want a down payment right now. Crawl back to the kitchen, remove your clothing and wait for me there. Karen crawled back into the kitchen area and undressed. She assumed the kneeling position in the middle of the kitchen with her eyes staring at the floor. She was crying silently and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was thinking of all of the things that had been done to her so far and her mind raced at from sordid event to sordid event. Then her mind started thinking of all the possible things that Marta might do to her. When she heard Marta picking up the phone she listened in as Marta called Darrell and asked, Hey stud, what are Karens limits for the day? Darrell explained, Karen cant be kept for longer than an hour as she has several other errands to do before the day is over. Ill confirm with you now that Karen is yours for 2 days next week. Marta requested, I want her first thing Monday and Tuesday. Are you still going to be purchasing a companion for her?" Darrell confirmed, Oh yes. I wouldnt have it any other way. Marta then responded with, "I can't wait. Well see you tomorrow then." Marta hung up the phone and went to the back door of the bakery and opened it. In came the biggest Mastiff that Karen had ever seen. Karen was kneeling naked in the center of the kitchen area. Marta ordered, Get on your hands and knees dear. I just started my menstrual period this morning and I always get so horny I can barely stand it. I knew I would be having a little fun with you this morning so I just wore one a pad instead of a tampon like I normally do. She walked up to Karen and placed her cunt in her face and ordered, Take my panties off and suck my bloody cunt dear. Karen immediately reached up with trembling hands to grab Martas panties, but Marta slapped her face when she did. "Did I say you could use your hands? Look at me and open your mouth you worthless piece of shit!" she ordered. Karen complied she started sobbing tears of humiliation down her cheeks from the humiliation. Marta hacked up a huge wad of spit and spit in Karens mouth. When she was done she ordered, "Now swallow that and use your mouth to take my panties down." Karen swallowed the wad of spit and reached up to the waist band of Martas panties on one side, bit into it and pulled it down as far as it would go. She noticed immediately that Marta was on her period. She repeated the process on the other side and continued to alternate sides until the panties were down far enough for Marta to step out of them. Karen looked at the bloody cunt that was now only inches from her nose and shuddered with disgust and humiliation of the sordid act she was about to commit. She didnt know if she could actually do it but she was going to give it her best try. She knew that if she didnt, the pain she would suffer would be near unbearable. She moved her mouth over Martas bloody cunt and started sucking. Karen almost gagged from the thought of it initially but soon realized that the metallic taste of the blood wasnt nearly as bad as the taste of shit from sucking cocks that had been in her ass. While Karen was sucking on Martas bloody cunt, Marta called her dog Baron over. He started licking Karens cunt and ass. Karen started to pull away from Martas cunt, but Marta grabbed her head and held her tight. The more the dog licked, the more excited Karen became. Marta was also approaching orgasm from the stimulation Karen was giving her. She looked down and noticed that Barons 13 inch cock was ready and gave the order, "Fuck Baron." When Karen heard Marta tell the dog to fuck something snapped within her. She angrily pushed with her hands against Martas thighs so quickly and so hard that Marta was caught be surprise. Karen felt herself falling back on her ass out of Martas grasp as she heard the dog yelp in surprise. Sitting on her ass she started crab walking backwards away from Marta and the dog rapidly as she cried out hysterically and angrily, NO. I dont care what else you do, I wont fuck that dog. Theres no way you can makAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH In mid sentence Karen felt a shock in her ass that had her screaming. She curled up into a fetal position and began to cry and scream as the dildo in her ass continued to shock her. It would shock her for a few seconds and then pause just long enough for her to almost recover and then shock her again. For a couple of minutes her body shook uncontrollably from the electrical shocks going through her, screaming in agony with each shock. Karens wondered why she refused. She knew that this would happen. She started berating herself for being so stupid. She thought about how bad it hurt. But she didnt want to fuck that dog. She had been made to do it before but she just couldnt do it again. It went against everything that she had ever believed. Her mind started going to all of the animals that Darrell could force her to fuck. Her mind raced from animal to animal and on the next shock she screamed out NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo in one of the most pitiful screams Marta had ever heard. Marta recognized the scream for what it was. She knew that Karen had just realized the depths of depravity that she could be forced into. She watched as Karen struggled against the electrical shock from the dildo. She wasnt surprised when the phone started ringing. Marta answered and after listening a couple of minutes, took the phone and put it to Karens ear. Karen felt the phone touch her ear and then she heard, Listen slut. I told you to do whatever you were told to do. You are such a stupid cunt you cant even follow a simple instruction like that. I wont turn that dildo off until you get back on all fours and beg Baron to fuck you. I dont want you to just let him fuck you, I want you to beg for it as if you mean it. Marta will not let him fuck you until she is convinced that you really want it. Until he gets his cock in your cunt, you will continue to be shocked and the setting goes up for each minute you waste after I hang up. If it gets to ten, Ill release the pins and let the thing shock you for the rest of the day. And just so you know, the setting is currently at five so it can get a whole lot worse. Now get back up on all fours and beg the dog to fuck you and then finish sucking Martas bloody cunt as he does. Karen laid there not wanting to let the dog fuck her but not wanting to continue feeling the painful shocks. She couldnt believe the pain she was experiencing but she just knew that she couldnt fuck a dog. It was bad enough that she had been forced by Darrell to do all sorts of nasty disgusting things before but she didnt have a choice. She had to put a stop to it. She thought she now knew where it would all lead if she didnt. All of a sudden the shocks got worse. She screamed out again yelling out NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOStopI cant AHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Karens body went entirely rigid for a few seconds from the shock and then she curled up in a fetal position again. It happened again a few seconds later and then repeated over and over. After another minute the level went up to the seven setting and Karen screamed out louder and this time she straightened out and literally shook uncontrollably. When the Shock subsided Karen decided she couldnt hold out any longer. With a Herculean effort she struggled up to her hands and knees only to be knocked down by the dildos excruciating shock again. This time when it stopped she put everything she had into getting on her hands and knees and braced herself against the pain of the shock. Her whole body shook from the electrical stimulation as she screamed out. Knowing she could not take much more she prepared her self mentally. When the shock stopped she immediately begged as convincingly as she could, Please Baron fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. Ill fuck you as much as you want. I want your cock in me AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! She braced herself through the shock and was about to collapse when the shock stopped. She quickly started begging in an even more frantic and desperate tone, Oh god, please fuck me Baron. I cant stand it any more. I want your cock in me. I want to be your bitch. Please fuck me. Karen hadnt heard Marta give Baron the command to fuck and she was surprised when she felt him on her back. When Baron got up on his hind paws and Karen felt his weight land on her back she reached back to guide the cock into her cunt so she wouldnt be shocked again. When she felt the cock at her cunt hole she pushed back as quick and hard as she could to sink his cock in. It was obvious to anyone watching that she was actively trying to fuck the dog. Baron was huge and weighed more than she did and she could barely keep herself up. The only thing that kept her from falling forward was when Marta stepped back up to her face and grabbed her hair, pulling her face back into contact with her bloody cunt. Fortunately for Karen, Marta had been fingering her clit as she watched everything and was close to cumming. She launched into an orgasm almost as soon as Karen started sucking on her cunt. Karen struggled to suck up all of the blood and cum flowing out of Martas cunt. When Marta finally stepped away, Karen fell down onto her forearms with her ass up in the air and Barons cock sawing in and out in a rapid machine gun like manner. He slammed it home hard on the next hump causing Karen to grunt from the sudden intrusion. He tightened his grip around her and started rapidly pounding his cock in and out of her cunt even harder trying to force his knot into her cunt. It wasnt long until his knot was hammering in and out of Karens opening. Karen started screaming in pain from the massive grapefruit size knot as it hammered against her cunt lips and clit. He kept pounding harder and harder and eventually Karens cunt expanded enough to allow his knot to slip in. Once in, the knot swelled up to half again larger than a large grapefruit. Karen was moaning and crying hysterically from the pain and humiliation of being fucked by a dog. Baron continued to hump away like there was no tomorrow. Marta had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up and insert a tampon this time before putting a clean pair of panties on. She came out looking as normal as she ever did except for a slight flush in her face. Just as she came out of the bathroom, she heard the bell of the door ringing, indicating that she had a customer coming in the store. She laughingly told Karen, Dont make too much noise now. You wouldnt want my customer to catch you like this now would you? She went out to the front to tend to the customer. Karen was just hanging on for the ride of her life when she felt the stimulating vibrations of the dildo start in her ass. Marta came through the door to the front of the shop with her baking apron on and a towel in her hands. She greeted the customer, Frank Thompson, as she normally did. He was the next door neighbor to Karens parents and came in every day about this time for a couple of fresh Italian pastries for himself and his wife. Marta apologized to Frank saying, Sorry for taking so long. I was just mixing some dough for a special order of breads for a party tomorrow. Theyre for your neighbors daughter Karen. You know she got married earlier this week right? Frank shook his head yes and said, "You mean Karen Peterson, Jack and Laura's Daughter." We always thought that she was such a perfect little girl. I cant believe she was such a slut that she would go and get herself pregnant. God, if Id known she was such a slut, I would have taken a shot at her. She has to be about the sexiest little bitch Ive seen. I can tell you that for the last five years at least, all I thought about when I was doing the wife was that I was doing little Karen instead. Karen could hear what her old neighbor was saying. She couldnt believe that the old man had been perving on her. She wondered what he would think if he saw her now with a dogs cock in her. She blushed a deep red at the thought of him finding out. She continued listening to the conversation going on through the open door to the front. She was glad old Frank couldnt see her now. Marta laughed and said, Actually her name is Karen Mitchell now. She got married to Darrell, John and Nancy Mitchells son, earlier this week. Hes the one that got Karen pregnant. Their having a little reception for just some very close friends of theirs tomorrow and they sent Karen over to order the breads they wanted. I was with the little slut back in the kitchen showing her how I make my breads when you came in. I just let her allow Baron in the back door so she could pet him. Frank took a quick inhale of breath and responded, So it was the Mitchell boy. John and Nancy always seemed like they were nice folk but I never got to know their son. I wasnt even aware that she had been dating anyone. Her parents had always led me to believe she was the perfect daughter and wouldnt have anything to do with boys. They always said that she was going to wait until she was going to wait until she got married. I guess that just goes to show you that kids just dont pay any attention to what their parents say. Marta agreed saying, I know what you mean. She was supposed to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect neighbor. But apparently shes got a darker side. Did you hear the rumors flying about what happened at the restaurant last night? He responded with a surprised tone, You mean that was her? I would have never believed that little miss innocent Karen could do anything like that. Karens humiliation was deepened when she heard that last bit of the conversation. She knew now that her parents would find out. There was nothing that happened in town that he knew of that he wouldnt tell his wife. And his wife would then tell her mother. Her hope of getting her parents to believe that she was being forced into doing all of these disgusting things was getting slimmer. But she knew that she had to try. She couldnt stand to continue to be forced to do all of the despicable things Darrell wanted her to do. They continued talking about other thinks as small town shop owners do. After about 5 minutes there was a howl from the back that Marta recognized as Baron cumming. Frank asked, What in the world is wrong with Baron. He sounded like he was in pain. Marta responded, It did, didnt it? We better see if anythings wrong with him. Marta gave a whistle and called, Here Baron. She knew full well that after just cumming, he would be tied to Karen and would come to her dragging her behind him. Sure enough Baron came out as quickly as he could with Karen being pulled along behind him with his cock stuck in her cunt. Karen was screaming in panic and pain, Stop Baron, Stop. It hurts. Stop, Please stop Baron. Karen bawled her eyes out knowing that her humiliation was complete. Now her parents would know that she fucked a dog and that it would be told that she did it willingly. She just had to get to them soon, before Franks wife got to her mother. She just had to. And when she looked up and her eyes met Franks, she just cried even harder. At about the same time Frank responded with a My god. Marta put on the act of her life exclaiming, Karen! How could you? That is the most vile, disgusting thing I have ever seen. Its bad enough that you act like a slut in public at the restaurant last night. But to have sex with my dog is the most depraved act I have ever seen? Why I have half a mind to call the police and have you arrested and cancel your entire order for tomorrow. That last statement really got Karens attention. Regardless of her current situation, she began to panic. She couldnt afford to fail to get this order. She begged in desperation to Marta, Please dont. I have to have that order for tomorrow. Ill do anything, anything at all. Please dont cancel the order. Marta looked at Frank and asked him, Frank, I have no need for her services for anything. I know you are as embarrassed as I am. She lied. She continued, However, what about you? She said she would do anything. I am sure she would do anything to keep this from getting to her parents. Frank scratched his chin in thought while looking at Karen and Baron. Karen focused all of her pleas on Frank begging, Please Mr. Thompson. Dont tell my mom and dad. Theyll never want to see me again. I couldnt stand that. Please, Ill do anything, anything at all. I I Ill even be your slave for a day. Ill do whatever you want. She just looked at him as best she could considering that she was still tied to Baron. Frank stood there in thought for a few minutes as Karen continued to beg in heaving sobs and finally said, You know, I have a Friday night poker game next week with all of my buddies. All of the wives are going to Seattle for the weekend to do some shopping. If youll promise to come to the house at 6:00 pm Friday night and stay through Saturday night and do everything we say without question, Ill consider it. Karen immediately agreed saying, Oh thank you Mr. Thompson. I promise to do everything you and your friends want me to. I promise. Just please dont tell mom and dad. Karen felt the vibrator start buzzing in her ass again. And when combined with the stimulation of the dogs knot, Karen started cumming very quickly. Mr. Thompson shook his head and looked at Marta and said, I would love to stay and play a bit, but the wife would wonder what took me so long. Thanks Marta. Its been a very illuminating morning. I cant wait until next Friday. Oh Karen, why dont you bring the dog with you when you come to the house? Im sure the guys would love to see a little show of you with the dog. He turned and left the shop, laughing as he went out the door. He couldnt believe that he was going to get a shot at little Karen. No, his wife wouldnt find out about this. After Frank left, Marta turned to Karen and said, I must say that was totally unexpected. I was just trying to embarrass you a bit and add to the already juicy gossip going around town about you. But it looks like your old neighbor has the hots for you. I never expected him to agree to anything like that. It just goes to show that you can never tell about some people. Marta picked up the phone and called Darrell. She leaned down enough and held the phone out so that Karen could hear what was being said. She asked him, Did you hear what went on? They both heard Darrell laughing and saying between gasps, I think its a grand idea. I just love the thought that Karens dirty old neighbor and all of his old friends are going to get to use and abuse her for most of the weekend. Tell Karen that I said she did a good job. Tell her that if she keeps this up, Ill have her trained into the most perfect little sex slave ever. Karen heard everything he said and it caused her to start crying again. Marta answered, I dont need to tell her a thing. She just heard everything you said. I just cant wait to have my two days with her. Bye for now luv. Ive got a nice little toy to get cleaned up. Marta hung up and looked at Karen. He is quite the stud, your husband. I cant wait to get my hands on him tomorrow night. Now lets get you two separated and cleaned up before we send you to your next stop. Marta walked into the back kitchen and of course Baron followed her there dragging Karen behind her. Marta filled a big pot with water and put ice in it to get it good and chilled. After a couple of minutes with the ice in it, she picked it up and dumped it on Baron and Karen. Karen shrieked from the cold and Baron immediately jumped to get away from the water and pulled his knot out of Karens distended cunt. Karens shriek of surprise from the cold water turned into a scream of pain from the knot pulling out before it was really ready. Karen was crying uncontrollably now from the pain, the humiliation and the utter hopelessness of her situation. All of a sudden Karen felt her arm being lifted up as Marta was pulling her up. Marta started going into her mothering mode and started cooing to Karen as she held her head between her breasts, There, there now. Its not that bad. It will all be over before you know it. Why dont you just learn to enjoy what is happening. Itll make it a lot easier on you if you do. Now come on and lets get you all cleaned up. She led a stunned and crying Karen to the bathroom and washed her up. She helped Karen get dressed and sent her on her way with a promise that she would have the deliveries on time tomorrow. Note to Readers: Please e-mail me with your thoughts, good or bad about Karens ordeal. Also, If you have an idea of something you might like to see happen to her or her future child(That will be the focus of Part 2), then please share it. I would like to thank Marta from Italy for her suggestions. She was the first fan to correspond with me. The character Marta in the story is based on a compilation of her suggestions and fantasies. I cant wait to write about Karens two days with Marta. There are some really perverted and disgusting things that are going to happen. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment.

Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 25 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 25, Krystal Acquires New Toys The four hour drive back home went quickly. Darrell and doggyslut were dropped off at home at about five thirty pm. When they entered the house, doggyslut noticed that it was set up for a small party with snack trays strategically placed around the large living area. The bar had been freshly stocked with a wide assortment of liquor. There was also a huge projection screen that almost completely covered one wall with a ceiling mounted projector. When Darrell saw her looking at it he said, That is a new high definition projector. It was a nice little wedding present from the council for bringing in so many new young slaves to the group. I hope that after tonight we will be able to bring them many more. Are you confident that Krystal will come through with her promise? Doggyslut said, Oh yes master. Krystal has always been able to do anything she sets her mind to. I think she is one of the smartest people I know. You wait and see. She will exceed all of your hopes. May I go and clean up before your guests arrive master? I smell like Ive been living in a sewer and it might offend your guests. Darrell laughed and said, That you do slut. I think Ill join you. Darrell led them to the master bathroom. It had both a large Jacuzzi and a large shower with multiple shower heads. It also had built in massage jets at strategic points in the wall. The Shower was big enough to hold several people without getting crowded and when the water massage feature was turned on, there was no place in the shower that would be free from the massage spray. Darrell said, Well take a shower this time. It will be faster that way. Darrell adjusted the shower settings so that the water would be very hot and relaxing. He grabbed doggysluts hand and pulled her into the shower with him. As the water started soaking them both he bent down, lifting doggysluts chin up and kissed her passionately. His cock quickly started getting hard and he ordered quietly and breathlessly, Put your hands on the wall and bend over so that I can fuck your ass. I am so hot from what you did today that I just have to have a piece of your ass before the party tonight. Doggyslut bent forward and braced herself against the wall and Darrell came up behind her and with a bar of soap, soaped up her ass until it was well covered with soapy foam. He then rammed his long cock in to her asshole until his pubic hairs were mashed against her butt cheeks. He started fucking her asshole hard while he reached around with one hand and started pulling and twisting her nipple rings and her clit ring with the other. He did it gently, almost reverently, as a reward for doggysluts good behavior. He soon had her close to orgasm. Doggyslut asked, Permission to cum master? Darrell answered, No my slut. I want you to cum for me when I cum and not before. Doggyslut began to try and think of everything she could to keep from cumming. She wanted to reach down and start inflicting pain on herself to take the edge off. But the orgasm kept building and building. She begged again, Master, please let me cum. I cant last much longer. I need to cum. PLEASE. Darrell answered as he kept up the assault on her ass, Just a few seconds longer bitch. Now shut up and fuck me and cum when I tell you. In less than a minute he was ready to cum. When he finally came to the point of no return, he ordered, Cum with me bitch. He twisted her left nipple ring hard with his right hand and her clit ring with his left. The extra pain and the feeling of him cumming deep in her bowels caused her to explode into a massive orgasm. It seemed like it would go on forever. She finally passed out in exhaustion from the combined exertions of the day. Darrell held her when she collapsed and kept holding her until she recovered. He let the soothing hot water soak into her and relax her more. She started to recover and was finally able to support herself. Darrell let her go and gave her a pat on the ass as he left the shower. He said, Take a few more minutes to relax. I want you down stairs in twenty minutes waiting for our guests. There is no need to get dressed for the party. Just come down once youve dried your hair. I think you are the best slave ever bitch. I want you to continue to think of good and unique ways to show me how much you love being my slave. Now enjoy the rest of your shower, Ill see you in twenty minutes. Darrell finally left and doggyslut just stood in the center where all of the jets focused their spray. She relaxed and enjoyed the new sensation. It was like being caught in the center of a sideways water fall. The massaging sensation almost lulled her to sleep. She barely remembered in time to get out and dry her hair. After drying off and making up her hair and face, she went down to join her master. He was sitting watching a movie of dipshits torture. He appeared to really be getting off on the pain she had to endure. Doggyslut went and knelt in front of Darrell a bit to the side facing him. She assumed the slaves position and waited for her master to recognize her. He finally asked, What is it slut? Doggyslut answered, Forgive this worthless slut for bothering you. But it has been three days since Master Prince has had the privilege of using his bitch. Would it be alright to bring him into the house and let him have his way with me? She said this with a look of joyous anticipation as if she were waiting for a long lost lover. Darrell responded, Not right now slut. We wouldnt want to wear him out before the party would we? Doggysluts disappointment showed on her face but she said, Yes master. She turned around and watched the video of dipshits punishment while they waited. She asked, Permission to masturbate while we watch Master? Darrell chuckled and said, No doggyslut. I want you horny for the party. I want you to make sure you show everyone how much you love your master and how nasty and sluttish you can be. Ill leave it up to your imagination to decide how you want to do it. But I want everyone to be impressed as to just how low you will go to please and entertain us. I also want you to guide the party with Krystal and her friends. So sit back and enjoy a bit of relaxation before the guests start arriving. Doggyslut just said, Yes Master and knelt and watched the show. She thought about what she could do for the party both personally and with the girls and other guests. She knew that Prince would play a major role. But until she knew who else was coming she wouldnt be able to come up with a final plan. About thirty minutes later there was a soft knock at the door. Doggyslut went to the door and there was Krystal, Tanya, Kim and Pam with two other girls with them. Doggyslut noticed that they were identical twins and that they each had a spiked leather collar on their neck that had a chain that connected from the collar on each girl to a single leash that was held by Krystal. The twins were about five feet three inches tall and had shoulder length red hair, green eyes and pouttie little lips. There tits were just starting to show any sign of growing. They were very skinny and couldnt have weighed more than 90 to 100 pounds. It was obvious that the girls had been crying as their eyes were blood shot and they were continually sniffling. They were dressed in identical outfits of a sheer white blouse that made it obvious that they werent wearing a bra. Their tits were a very bright pink, indicating that they had been whipped and punished a bit. They also wore a short, plaid mini skirt that looked like a private school skirt that had been shortened. They had on white bobby socks and black shoes to round out the outfit. They were every mans wet dream. Krystal came in first pulling the twins, followed by the other girls. Doggyslut closed the door and grabbed Krystals free hand and pulled her to Darrell. She introduced, Master, this is Mistress Krystal and her friends Mistresses Tanya, Kim and Pam. Mistress Krystal, could you introduce your guests to Master Darrell please. Krystal responded by jerking the leash which induced an immediate response from the twins. They began crying, but immediately began stripping off their blouse and skirts. They left their shoes and socks on and knelt down in front of Darrell in the familiar slaves position that he had taught doggyslut. Once in position, the one on the left said, Im Eenie, the other said, Im Meenie, and then they continued together, We are the MinieMo sisters and are here to present you and Master Prince our cherries. Please choose which of us will please you tonight and which will service Master Prince. The girls were openly sobbing at this point but they showed no effort to try to get away. Darrell thought that Krystal and her girls must have really damaging evidence on them for them to be this much under their control. He admired the audacity that Krystal must have to pull something like this off in just a few days. He had only hoped for someone that was half as decent as Brittany ended up being, but it looked like this girl might end up being even better. He also figured that they hadnt given them their real names. He would have to find out later, but right now he was trying to decide which one. They were completely identical to him. It really didnt matter which one he chose. He figured they would be the same anyway. He said, Eenie, you can service me tonight and Meenie, you belong to Master Prince tonight. I expect you to service him as doggyslut would. Doggyslut will teach you his commands for you. He will not accept any command from you. He is trained to ignore slaves. Now you go to doggyslut so she can teach you before the guests arrive. Darrell turned his attention to Krystal and said, Krystal, you have impressed me and that is hard to do. I expected you to bring a single reluctant girl with you that you would have to force to do this. But you bring me not one, but two who willingly offered themselves to me and Prince. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful and rewarding experience for both of us. Get yourself something to drink and come have a seat. The other guests will be arriving in a few minutes. Krystal disconnected the leash from the chains to the twins collars and she and her friends went to the bar and made themselves each a drink. When she had her drink she sat next to Darrell and said, I know you have figured out that they didnt give you their real names. They are really Tina and Mina Youngston. They ran away from home Wednesday and asked me to take them in. I think the full story would be a wonderful story for when all of the guests arrive so I will wait until then to tell you why they are so compliant. Rest assured that they will not be missed and they will do anything you tell them to without hesitation. While Krystal was talking with Darrell, Doggyslut took Meenie to a corner and knelt and began explaining what Master Princes commands for her were and what they meant. She also went and got his leash and attached it to the chain on her collar and explained how it was used by Master Prince. Meenie was openly sobbing as she was listening to doggyslut. She had never imagined that she would have to give up her virginity to a dog. She always dreamed of a handsome prince coming and rescuing her and her sister from her cruel mother. She never imagined that her prince would be in the form of a dog however. Now they found themselves in a situation that was even worse than being at home and there was nothing they could do to get themselves out of it. Just as doggyslut was finishing up with her explanations to Meenie, the doorbell rang. Doggyslut said, Stay here until you are told differently. She then got up and went to answer the door. When she opened the door she immediately recognized Marta. She greeted, Welcome Mistress Marta. Come in and I will get you something to drink. Marta came in pulling the leash to a young 19 or 20 year old young man. He was well built and from the bulge in his pants, it was obvious he had a huge cock. Marta went up to Darrell and said, "I brought a little treat for our new doms once they have popped their cherries. I thought they would like a go at a male in the dungeon since they have already had the pleasure of abusing doggyslut. Dont worry. He is not here for the girls to have sex with. I brought him as a toy for the party. If you will show me to the dungeon, Ill put him on the cross and he will wait there patiently for the girls to come and play with him. I assure you he is quite looking forward to it. Krystal got up and said, Ill show her. I know where it is. She led Marta down to the dungeon with an excited look on her face that said she was going to thoroughly enjoy this. The doorbell rang again and doggyslut went to answer it. When she opened it, she saw that it was Master Matt and his son Sonny. She greeted, Welcome to the party masters. Would you please come in? Could I get you something to drink? Matt and Sonny looked at her young naked body and lusted after her. She quickly introduced them to Darrell and went and made their drinks. She had just finished handing their drinks to them when the doorbell rang again. She gave them their drinks and went to answer the door and saw that it was Master Rob, the County Sheriff. She greeted, Welcome Master Rob. Come in and join the party. Ill go make you your drink. You do still prefer a scotch and soda dont you? Rob said he did and doggyslut went to make it for him. Krystal and Marta came up from the dungeon as doggyslut was mixing the drink and when she had given it to him he looked her over and said, Its finally good to see you in all your glory again. I havent had the pleasure since that night at the bar. You put on quite the show and I hear youre even better now. He reached up and started twisting her left nipple ring while he took a drink with his other hand. Doggyslut just stood there and cooed in pleasure. Master Darrell coughed a couple of times to get their attention and then said, There will be enough time for that later. I think it is time for the party to get started now that we have everyone here. Doggyslut, why dont you introduce everyone and then let Mistress Krystal have the floor for a while. I think she would like to share a little story with us before the evenings festivities. Doggyslut went to each person in turn and introduced them giving them their name and what they did for a living or what grade in school they were in. When she introduced Eenie and Meenie, she noticed a look of fear in their faces. They also started crying again. She looked back to see the lusty looks in the Sheriffs and Master Matts eyes. She definitely wanted to hear the story. When everyone was introduced she said, Mistress Krystal, Master Darrell has indicated that you have a story to share with the masters and Mistress Marta tonight. Would you please make the assignments of who gets paired up with each other? Also, do you want slave Meenie to go get Master Prince now or after the story? Krystal got up and stood in the center of the room and turned to face the other masters and said, Before I start with my little tale, Tanya will give her cherry to Sonny. She looked at Tanya and said, Youve been telling me for months how hot you thought he was and that you would like to see what he had in his pants, so heres your chance. Tanya turned beet red when Krystal said this in front of Sonny, but she got up, stripped and went and sat on Sonnys lap and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. She had an orgasm just from the kiss; she was so excited at being paired up with her dream man. Krystal kept going after everyone quit clapping at the little show that Tanya had just put on. She had turned an even deeper shade of red than she had previously but gave a big shit eating grin as if to say, Beat that shitheads. Krystal cleared her throat to get everyones attention and then said, Pam, you have always said how much you loved a guy in uniform so I think the logical choice for you is the Sheriff. Pam clapped her hands saying goodie, goodie and ran to the Sheriff and jumped up into his arms and planted a kiss on him. When she came up for air she said, Oops, I forgot something. She let go of him and he lowered herself to the floor. She immediately stripped out of her clothes and then jumped back into his arms and started kissing him again. Everyone cracked up laughing at her antics and she let go of the kiss and looked around, still with her arms and legs wrapped around the Sheriff and asked What? with a confused look that said, Whats so funny? without ever saying a word. This just made everyone laugh that much harder. She shrugged her shoulders and turned her head back around and gave the Sheriff another kiss. Finally Sheriff Rob broke the kiss and said, Lets sit down and relax a little while we listen to the story. Krystal then said, That leaves Kim to give up her cherry to Matt. Kim just casually stripped out of her clothes and went over to Matt and gave him a passionate kiss and sat in his lap. She actually looked a little disappointed at who she was paired with but wasnt going to make a scene about it. Krystal went on and said, I think that leaves doggyslut for you Marta. Doggyslut did a quick glance to Master Darrell and he gave a quick nod to the affirmative and she ran to Mistress Marta and planted a deep passionate kiss on her and then she whispered in Mistress Martas ear and dropped to her knees and planted her face in Martas cunt. She quickly sucked her clit into her mouth and gently chewed it and tongued it until Marta had an orgasm. Marta pressed doggysluts face into her cunt hard until the orgasm quit and then she pissed in doggysluts mouth. When she was done, doggyslut walked over to Eenie, who was on Darrells lap, and planted a kiss on her mouth. When Eenie opened her mouth to accept the kiss, doggyslut opened her mouth and let half of the piss she was holding in her mouth flow into Eenies mouth. Doggyslut had a tight hold on her head because she knew that Eenie would try to pull away as soon as she got a taste of the piss. She held her there until she was sure that Eenie had swallowed the piss. When doggyslut pulled away, Eenie had a very paled look on her face as if she were going to throw up. Doggyslut looked her in the eye and shook her head no and then turned and went to Meenie, who was still kneeling in the corner, and gave her a similar kiss. She transferred the remaining piss in her mouth to Meenie who had the same reaction but swallowed the piss quicker to get rid of the nasty taste. When doggyslut broke the kiss she whispered in her ear, That was to get you ready for Prince. You did well for the first time. Remember that you will have to drink all of Princes piss. She pulled away and went back to Marta and knelt in front of her waiting for Krystal to continue. Krystal said, Thank you doggyslut for that little display and for showing my slaves what is expected of them. Now before I start the story I want Meenie to come here and kneel in front of me. Meenie got up and knelt in front of Krystal, looking up into her eyes as if to say what disgusting thing are you going to make me do next. Krystal widened her stance and stepped over her face and ordered, You are to lick me while I tell the story. You are to pleasure me without giving me an orgasm while I tell them your story. If I feel the urge and start pissing, I expect you to drink it all without hesitation. If you make me loose my place in the story, or bring me to orgasm before I finish, you will be punished severely. Kiss my clit if you understand. Meenie immediately gave her clit a butterfly kiss and placed her mouth back over Krystals cunt. Krystal sighed in pleasure and said, Now that everyone has their pleasure buddy, its time to start the story. I assume you all know what happened with us up through Tuesday at the store so I will just start with the activities of the next day. When I got up Wednesday morning, I called Tina and told her that I wanted to collect on her offer. She had been bugging me for months to let her do something for me as pay back for helping her out with some of her school work earlier in the school year. She agreed to come over at one in the afternoon. She didnt think she could get free until then. I just kind of hung out at home until one in the afternoon. When I answered the doorbell, I was floored when I opened the door to Tina and Mina standing there. I was instantly confused and invited them in. When they sat down together on my couch, I sat across from them in my dads easy chair and asked Whats up? Krystal continued, You see, as far as I or anyone else knew, there was only Tina. No one knew that Tina had a twin so I asked them to explain. To make a very long story short, it seems that their mother was raped at a very young age. She was thirteen or fourteen I think, and got pregnant from it. Krystal gave a quick look at Karen as she continued, She was thrown out by her parents and so she went on welfare. She had the twins at home and never registered them because she was so ashamed. She made ends meet for the first four or five years by prostituting herself, but she never took care of her self and spent most of her money on drugs and booze. She just sat around in a chair and ate, drank and watched TV. She made her young daughters wait on her hand and foot when they turned about six. She would do nothing for herself. She seemed to go out of her way to make their lives miserable and punish them severely for the slightest perceived mistake. They told me that sometimes she would just make them strip and punish each other for no good reason. All of their punishments were done on the bare ass. When it came time for them to start to school, their mom decided that she couldnt do without her little servant girls, yet she wanted them to be educated. She knew she always had a hard time telling her own daughters apart so she decided that she would register just one of them and then have them alternate days so that each one would learn the days lessons and then come home and teach the other one what they missed. This is how they went through school without anyone finding out that there was more than one of them. To everyone but their mother, there was only Tina Youngston, even though we were all meeting a different sister each day. When I helped them with their school work, I should have been more observant because I noticed then that there were times that I had made sure that Tina understood what I had taught her and the next time I saw her she didnt have a clue. I just thought she was forgetful, but I now know that I was teaching the same thing over again to Mina. It seems that things got to the point that their mother was constantly abusing the one that stayed at home while the other one was at school. For example, one of the more disgusting ones was she would shit in her pants and make her daughter take the shit filled panties off of her and order her to smell them. When she brought them up to her nose to take a smell she would mash the shit into her face nose and eyes. Their mom wouldnt feed them either. She spent all of her money on her drugs, cigarettes and booze. When they did buy food, it all went to their mother. She would stuff her face and on rare occasion, give them the scraps after she had eaten. She soon gained so much weight that she could barely get around the house which meant that the girls had to take care of her in every way. They became so hungry that they had to steal food to keep from starving. When I called to tell Tina that I needed them to do something for me they decided that they had had enough. They wrote their mom a letter telling her they were running away and that if she tried to come find them, they would turn her in for child abuse. They put sleeping pills in her booze and gave it to her. When she passed out, they put the letter in her lap and left to come to my house. After they told me their story, I told them that they didnt have anything to worry about and that we would take care of them. I called my parents and got permission to have a slumber party to take care of the next two nights as a cover for allowing them to stay at my house until tonight. Any way, I told them that I needed them to do something for me after I had arranged for them to stay with me and they readily agreed. I told them how I wanted to give my father a wonderful present for something he did for me the night before, thanks to doggysluts assistance, and that I didnt have any money. I asked them if they could get a watch for me at the convenience store that I saw and Tina immediately knew which one I was talking about. Mina volunteered that she had seen a very pretty necklace there too the other day when she had gone in to steal some food to eat. I quickly added that if they could get that for my mother, I would be extremely happy. I took them to my bedroom and gave them some old clothes that I cant wear anymore and told them to take a shower and get changed so they didnt look like they just escaped from a refugee camp. They ran off to the bathroom and I made a phone call to warn Matt while they were cleaning up. When they were done, they came out dressed much as you see them now, but the blouses werent see through and the skirts were about four inches longer then. We made a bee line for the convenience store. When we got there, I reminded them of what they were supposed to get. I only know what happened in the store because I saw the video. Matt has graciously provided a copy of the disc for you to watch later. Any way, they went in and walked around the store looking at things and putting them back as if they were trying to decide what to choose. They separated and one of them, I dont know which one, picked up a bag of chips and went to the check out counter. The other one went to the back and continued the act of picking up and putting back different things. When the one with the chips had finished slowly counting out the change she came up short. She begged and pleaded for the clerk to let her have the chips even though she was short. While that one was creating a big scene, the other one picked up the watch and quickly put it in the pocket of the skirt and acted like she put it back. She then did the same with the necklace. She picked up and put back a couple of things after that and came out to join her sister at the counter. The one that had been begging for the clerk to give her a break turned to her sister and asked if she had the amount they were short and she dug in her pocket and counted out what she had. It was still like a nickel or so short so the clerk would not let them have the chips. The one with the chips took it back to the shelf and placed them back. They then turned and stepped out the door. Right after they had entered the store. Sheriff Rob came up to me and asked me if I was Krystal. Of course I said I was and he said that he was there to help me. We waited until we saw them come out of the store. When they saw me talking with the Sheriff, they stopped and Matt came out of the store yelling, Arrest them. They stole from me! Sheriff Rob whispered, Thats my cue to me and ran across the street to the girls and grabbed them just as they turned to run away. While Sheriff Rob held each girl by an arm, Matt reached in to the pocket of the one that he thought had come out with the jewelry. He came up empty and searched the other ones pocket and pulled the watch out of one pocket and a necklace out of the other. Matt said, These are worth over seven hundred dollars and they just tried to steal them from under my nose. One of them created a distraction while the other pocketed the items hoping they wouldnt be caught. Bring them into my office and we can watch the video. Before they went in to the store, the Sheriff looked over to me and asked, Are you with these girls. I told him I was and that I was just waiting for them out here. They told me what they were going to do and I didnt want to get involved so I waited out here. Both girls complained that it was my idea in the first place but both Matt and the Sheriff just scolded them for trying to implicate me because they didnt want to fess up to their own guilt. Matt said, All the evidence points to them being the perpetrators of not only this but a string of thefts that have been going on in my store for years. Thats why I installed my new surveillance system. Come on and Ill show you the videos of this and several other times they stole from me. It was just fortunate that I was here this time to catch them in the act. We all went in to Matts office in the store and he put a disc in the computer and played a series of videos of Tina and Mina stealing food from the store. It seems that he had been aware of them stealing from him for years. He felt sorry for them and let them go he explained to Rob. Both Tina and Mina were crying at this point. Matt continued to explain that he didnt do anything about the food because he felt they needed it, but when they tried to steal something as valuable as the watch and necklace, it was the last straw. All told, he figures that over the years, they had stolen some two thousand dollars worth of food along with the necklace and watch. The Sheriff shook his head and said, This is more serious than I thought. I need to go call this in. You hold them here and Ill be back in a little bit. Sheriff Rob left and I nudged Tina and whispered to her to offer to give him a blow job or something to get them out of this. Tina immediately spouted out in a panic, Please let us go. Ill give you a blow job if youll let us go. Please!! she whined. Mina picked up the plea as well and said, we will both give you blow jobs if youll let us go. Cant you decide not to press charges? Matt of course yelled out for Sonny to put the closed sign up and come back to the office. He turned to Tina and Mina and said that if they gave both he and his son a blow job right there that he would consider their proposal. When Sonny got to the office, Matt told the girls to get busy while they discussed their proposal. Both girls got down on their knees and pulled Matt and Sonnys cocks out and with a look of disgust on their face, started tentatively licking their cocks. I can tell you, that I was getting horny from watching them being forced to suck their first cock. Matt and Sonny acted like they were discussing whether or not they would accept the girls proposal. Sonny came pretty quickly and Mina pulled back after the first spurt went into her mouth and the rest covered her hair, face and on her blouse. It took about five more minutes before Matt started cumming in Tinas mouth. He was ready for when he came and grabbed her head so she couldnt pull away and he said, Drink it you little thief. When they had finished, Matt told Tina to lick the cum off of her sister and feed it back into her mouth. Well finish discussing your offer while you do that. They stepped back as Tina moved over to Mina and started licking the cum off of her. She looked like she was going to throw up, but she did it. When she got a dribble of cum cleaned off she would give her sister a kiss and pass it to her. Mina almost gagged each time she passed cum to her, but she swallowed. When they were done, Matt spoke up and said, Weve decided that the blow job just isnt worth over two thousand dollars. But that if they would let them fuck them, then they just might let them off. I knew this was my cue to speak up and so I screamed, No you cant. Theyre both still virgins. You cant take that away from them. If youre going to fuck someone to let them off, then fuck me instead. Ill even let you both fuck me at the same time if youll let them keep their virginity. Both Tina and Mina began to protest but I just told them to shut up and I would take care of this for them if they didnt ruin it. I told them I already had been fucked that way before and really loved it, so I wasnt doing anything I didnt want to do. And besides they would be able to keep their virginity for the right moment. Matt and Sonny both decided that it would be acceptable to fuck me together in place of fucking Matt and Sonny. I told the two of them to suck the boys hard while I stripped so we could get this over with as soon as possible. The girls went back to sucking Matt and Sonny and by the time I was naked they were getting hard. I told them that the one that was going to fuck my ass needed to lie down on the floor and I would mount him. Matt lay down and I told Tina to lubricate my ass with her tongue to get me wet for him. She looked at me like I was crazy and I said, Im saving your cherry for you so the least you can do is get me ready to take that monster in my ass now get to it. She got on her knees and I spread my ass cheeks so she could rim me. I made sure to tell her to put plenty of spit up my ass with her tongue. She did that for a couple of minutes and I told her I was ready. Matt was as hard as Ive ever seen a guy by that time so I grabbed his cock and guided it to my rose bud and I sat down on his cock. I gently pumped up and down, taking a little more of his cock with each down thrust until I was fully impaled. Tina and Mina were just staring at me. It was so funny to see them with their jaws wide open in amazement. I looked at them and said, You should really give this a try. It is one of my favorite ways of fucking. I turned to Sonny and said, What are you waiting for? Come fuck me. That was all that Sonny needed and he came up to me and slammed his cock into my cunt. He just started fucking without letting me get used to him. It hurt at first, but it didnt take long for me to get use to him. Soon I was being rocked back and forth by the two of them. When Matt pushed in, Sonny pulled out and vice versa. I was soon being rocked by powerful orgasms. They had already been sucked off once so they both had a lot of stamina. I was soon having one constant orgasm, and was loving every minute of it. Matt was the first to cum, followed shortly by Sonny. I just lay there trying to get my breath as Sonny stood up and said to the girls, One of you clean me off or no deal. Tina was the first to act and she sucked his cum covered cock into her mouth and cleaned him off. When I got up, I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I understand that while I was gone, Matt made Mina suck his shit and cum covered cock in order to try to get the Sheriff to go easy on them. I wish I could have seen her face but they were all dressed and presentable when I got back. The Sheriff came back with two different sets of papers. He said that he had to arrest the girls and take them to jail. He said that with as much as these girls had stolen, there was no way that they could be let off. Both Tina and Mina were sobbing uncontrollably when he said that. I spoke up and said, Cant you let them off easy or something. Matt and Sonny said they would try to convince you to go easy on them. Im sure that there is something that can be done. The Sheriff said, There is too much evidence to just let you off. Normally a young teen like yourself would be incarcerated in Juvenile Detention until you turn twenty one. I think in your case that is probably eight or nine years. But if you sign this set of papers right here pleading guilty, the judge has agreed to letting you be on probation for ten years with one minor provision. That is that you will have to live under supervision with someone appointed by the court. The option is yours. You sign this confession now and we appoint your supervisor for your probation or I take you to jail right now. I promise you that with the evidence that we have along with everyones testimony, it will be a slam dunk case. Its your choice. Matt and Sonny both said, We support the probation option if you will make Krystal her supervisor. I quickly spoke up acting surprised, Why me? Matt said, You didnt come in to participate in their crime when they came in my store so I think you are honest for one. Second, after what you did for those girls, I think they owe you and they know it. I think youll be the perfect supervisor for them. The Sheriff spoke up and said, I have no heartburn with that if you are willing Krystal. I said, It didnt matter to me. I would be happy to be their court appointed supervisor. He put the papers down and showed the two girls where to sign. Once they signed, he showed me where to write my name in and sign. After I signed the document he gave me a copy, them a copy and kept a copy to be filed at the court. He then turned to the twins and said, This document means that you have to do what ever she says, whenever she says, no matter what she says. If she calls me for any reason and tells me that you havent obeyed her instantly, Ill hall you in and vacate the probation. You will be locked up in Juvenile and Ill throw away the key. You could see a sense of relief on their faces when he said that. I dont think they really thought about the power I was just given over their lives. I took the girls by the hand and thanked Matt and the Sheriff for being so understanding and left immediately. As we walked back to my house, they just kept talking about how they had just escaped a major bullet. Little did they know what was waiting for them at my house. My parents were going over to a party that night and Tanya, Kim and Pam were going to be there. When we came in to my bed room, they were all waiting there to see how things went. They were so surprised when I walked in with the twins. They only knew of Tina like I did. I quickly explained everything to them and they all said, The more the merrier. I turned to the girls and ordered them to strip naked. They looked at me like I was crazy. I waved the paper in their face and said, You belong to me now. You will do what I tell you to do without hesitation or I will call the Sheriff right now. NOW STRIP! Both girls were back to crying again but they did strip. When they were naked I told them that unless I told them otherwise, they were to be naked at all times. That included when my parents came home. I told them that they had to follow Tanyas, Kims or Pams orders as if they were mine unless she was doing something for me. If either one of them was doing something for me, she would explain what she was supposed to be doing and tell them she would be available to them when she was finished with what I had ordered. The only one of us that could make them stop from completing one of the others orders was me. Otherwise they belonged to the last one who gave them orders until that task is completed. They both nodded that they understood so I told them to bend over and place their hands on the bed and stick their asses out. I went to my mom and dads bedroom and got a couple of my dads belts. I handed one to Tanya and we took our places on opposite sides of the girls. We then began to spank them over and over again. When we had their asses nice and red we made them turn over and started spanking their tits. Boy did they howl from the pain. We ended with a couple of strikes across their pussies. They both passed out when we did that. Kim and Pam got up and slapped their faces until they woke up. When they were alert they ordered them to look at me. When I had their attention I said, Now you know what will happen if you ever disobey any of us again. I dont care if we tell you to go fuck a horse in the middle of down town at noon, you better do it. I asked them if they understood and they shook their heads yes. I slapped the belt across each of their tits twice and said, When I ask you a question, you answer with a yes mistress or no mistress. That goes with any of the others or anyone we tell you to. Do you understand? They both answered in unison, Yes Mistress, sobbing the whole time. They were both beginning to realize just what kind of power we held over them. At this point I ordered Tina to lie down on the bed and for Mina to get on top of her lying in the opposite direction. Once they were in position I ordered them to start eating each other out. I told them that they were not to stop for any reason until I told them to stop. I told them that if they had to take a piss, they better just do it and that the one that was sucking the one pissing had to drink the piss all up so that none got on the bed. If they didnt, I would spank them twice as long as I had done the first time. You should have seen them attack each others cunts. It was obvious that they didnt want to be spanked again. We all just sat around the bed and watched and fingered ourselves while we watched. Once we had all cum a couple of times I said, I think its time for some pizza, dont you girls? They all remembered what a great time we had with Tanyas brother the last time we were together and so they all readily agreed. I went down and called the pizza place and asked for Tanyas brother. Luckily he had just gotten back from a delivery. When he answered, I asked him if he was interested in a repeat of last Friday. He eagerly agreed that he would do anything to experience that again. I told him that if he would buy us our pizzas and deliver them to my house; I would have a wonderful surprise for him. But I put the condition on that he had to bring a male friend with him. Otherwise the deal was off. He readily agreed and knew exactly who he was going to invite. I gave him the pizza order and thirty minutes later, he and his buddy were at my door. All of us but Kim and the twins went down and answered the door in our birthday suits. When we opened the door, Tanyas brother had a shit eating grin on his face and his buddy looked like he had just seen a ghost and was saying, I dont believe it. I just thought he was pulling my leg. He turned and told Tanyas brother that he was sorry he didnt believe him. We pulled them in and showed them where to put the pizzas. We then made them strip down and I let Tanya and Pam attack them. They immediately took their cocks and started sucking them for all they were worth. They had them both cumming in just a couple of minutes. When they were done they stood up and Tanya took her brothers hand and Pam took his friends. They both led them to the couch and they sat down and told the boys that they wanted them to suck their cunts. They told them that under no uncertain terms were they to do anything that would rupture their cherry but they could do what ever else they wanted to. They said that if either one of them ruptured one of their cherries they would never get to do anything like this again. But that once they had decided to give up their cherries, they would be able to fuck them afterwards. Both of the guys said, that they wouldnt tell a soul and would always be just a phone call away. They then bent down and started sucking them. I got up to go check on my new slaves and told Tanya and Pam that I was going to send Kim down and that she was to get the same treatment that the boys gave them. I reminded them to not let anyone take their cherries and went up. When I walked into the bedroom, Tina and Mina were still at it. It was obvious that they were getting to the point of exhaustion. Kim said that she had lost count of the number of times that each of them had cum since we left. She said she thought that it had to be fifteen to twenty at least. I told her to go down stairs and have fun. After Kim left I asked the twins, Are you ready to stop now. They both shook their heads yes but didnt stop sucking and chewing on each other. I heard one of them moan in orgasm, I couldnt tell which but they continued assaulting each others pussy. I let them keep going about twenty more minutes and then I asked them again if they were ready to quit. They both shook their heads more vigorously this time. I said, If you want to quit, then you will have to piss in each others mouth before I let you. Neither one was ready for that yet so they kept eating each other out. They started to slow down too much so I took the belt out and started whipping the one on top and ordering them to get to work. I told them I would keep whipping the one on top until I was satisfied with how they were doing. I dont know which one was on top at that point but her ass was getting really sore. She was actually sucking to my satisfaction. I told her she better do something to make her sister get to work or I wouldnt stop. The next thing I heard was a scream from the one on the bottom. I looked down and noticed that the one on top was biting down hard on the others clit. I bent down and said, Now is that fair. Here she is biting your clit for no good reason other that she isnt satisfied with how well you are licking her cunt. What are you going to do about it? Well let me tell you that pay back is a bitch. She bit down even harder on her sisters clit and sent her into a painful but massive orgasm. She screamed like there was no tomorrow. When she had recovered she returned the favor and bit hard onto her sisters clit. She screamed in a mix of pain and orgasmic ecstasy and then returned the favor. I just sat back and watched as each sister abused the others cunt. They were beginning to bite and chew at each other viciously. They were leaving bruising bite marks all over each others genitals. Oh god, I have to tell you that I orgasmed just sitting their watching them attack each other like their lives depended on it. That kind of power over someone is the greatest turn on that exists. Anyway to make a long story short, they went at each other for about fifteen more minutes before they finally passed out from exhaustion. I left them there and went to find the other girls. They were all in the dining room with content smiles on their faces and eating pizza and drinking cokes. I came in and asked, Did you guys have fun? They all just looked at me and grinned. I said, I take that as a yes. Are you all still up for the cherry popping party on Friday as we discussed? Pam spoke up and said that they were just discussing that very topic. They all agreed that if they were going to get the kind of power over other girls that they had over Tina and Mina, they would do just about anything for that. They agreed that Friday was still on. I smiled and said, You should have seen our pair of beauties up stairs. I had them biting and chewing each others cunt as if their life depended on it. Its amazing what a little application with the belt does to motivate someone. They are going to be quite sore tomorrow, I guarantee it. By the time we were done eating, we all decided it was time for a bathroom break. I told them to go to the bathroom and wait for me. I went in to the bedroom and found the twins had rolled away from each other. I woke them up and said, Get out of bed now you sluts. I didnt give you permission to stop and you just passed out on me. Youre really going to get it now. I marched them into the bathroom. They looked worried when they saw the other girls standing there. I ordered them to get into the bathtub and kneel down sitting down on their heels and lock their hands behind their back. They were to look up and open their mouths. I told them that if they closed their eyes, I would whip their tits and cunt a hundred times. I also told them that if they puked, they would both have to eat it up. I stepped over one and Kim over the other and we aligned our piss holes up with their mouths and said, Were going to piss in your mouths now. You better swallow every drop if you know what is good for you. I then let go with a long, much needed piss. It seemed as if I had been holding it all day. I must say that they both did better than I expected. Neither of them let a drop out. I think it was Mina who almost threw up, but she was able to swallow it down before it all came up. When we were done, Pam and Tanya took their turns. When they were done pissing, I made Tina piss in Minas mouth and Mina to piss in Tinas mouth. Each girl had three persons worth of piss in their stomach. I could tell that they were a bit green and it wouldnt take much to make them puke. I decided to see just how far we could push them. The four of us huddled together and whispered quietly about trying to make them throw up. We all agreed that making them eat their sisters shit would probably do it. We broke up and I went and got a belt. When I returned I ordered Tina on her back and told Mina that she was going to take a shit into her sisters mouth and Tina was going to eat it all up. I repeated the warning that if Tina threw up, that they both would be licking it up. I also told Mina that I was going to whip her tits with the belt until she took a shit in her sisters mouth so she better not take too long or she would be sorry. Let me tell you; that really got her attention. Mina squatted over Tina and I started swinging the belt over and over again on her tits. I could tell that she was straining to comply. Finally after about ten minutes a big log of dark brown shit started coming out and down into her sisters mouth. At first Tina wasnt trying to eat it. I brought the belt down on her cunt hard and told her I would keep it up until she ate all of the shit. She couldnt eat it fast enough. She had to stop frequently to keep from throwing up, but she managed to keep it all down. Boy I must tell you that I was totally disappointed in that. I so wanted her to throw up and have to eat up her vomit. I made her sister lie down in the tub and gave them the same orders. Tina squatted over Mina and almost immediately started shitting in her sisters mouth. Her shit was much looser and formed a soft pile on her sisters face and went up her nostrils. That was all it took. She turned her head and started puking up all of that piss and what ever other contents were in her stomach. That set off a chain reaction in Tina and she puked all over her sisters face. The stench was terrible and made me sick as well. I couldnt hold it in and leaned over them and puked all over them myself. I emptied all of that half digested pizza all over them. The other girls just turned and walked out of the bathroom because the stench was making them sick. I figured that I had already thrown up once so I stayed and made them lick the vomit up off of each other and out of the tub. They both puked a couple of more times before they finally were able to suppress their gag reflex. I quit breathing through my nose early on and was just barely able to stand it. But the humiliation I put them through was worth it. I knew that I had broken them at that point. You could see it in their eyes. I could tell them to do anything and they would do it. Man that is an awesome feeling to have that kind of power over someone. I was more determined than ever at that moment to increase the size of my bevy of slaves. It was almost two in the morning before they had cleaned everything up to my satisfaction. I told them that they could sleep in the bathtub like that the rest of the night. I wouldnt let them clean up any further until I said they could. They just groaned and said, Yes mistress. I brushed my teeth and gargled to get the taste out of my mouth and went to join my partners in bed. They were all sound asleep. I crawled in with them and was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next morning when we woke up, we all went in to the bathroom and looked in on our slaves. One of them had puked again in their sleep. We woke them up and made them eat up their puke and then made them kneel in the tub again. This time we each took turns pissing and shitting in their mouths. They had learned their lesson and drank and ate all that we gave them. They still looked like they were having a hard time holding it all in, but they managed. Once we were done, we allowed them to finally take a shower. When they were all cleaned up, we allowed them to come down to the living room. We showed them the kneeling position doggyslut told us and told them that if they were waiting for instructions, they were to be kneeling like that and waiting at the foot of the bed. If they wanted to speak to us, they were to come and kneel by us and wait for us to acknowledge their presence and give them permission to speak. We then told them about this party and told them what they were going to do. We made them practice what they were going to say over and over again until they got it perfect. Tanya joked and said that she had to use the Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Mo rhyme to decide which was Tina and which was Mina so we decided that it was the perfect slave name for them. We told them that from that moment onward, that their names were Eenie and Meenie MinieMO. We all laughed for minutes about that. They didnt look too thrilled though. We made them practice what they were going to say using that name then. Each time they screwed up, both of them got punished by having their ass and tits whipped at the same time. Darrell, I must ask you what you thought of their offer to you when they came in tonight. Darrell said, It was perfect. I was totally surprised and impressed. You did a wonderful job with them. Krystal said, Good, Im glad you enjoyed that. I wanted it to be special for you. You have done so much by allowing doggyslut to show us what this could all be like. We are all here now ready to pop every cherry in this room. There are enough virgins here that every male in the room and Prince can pop a cherry tonight. I bring you Eenie and Meenie to offer their cherries in my place as I gave mine up last Tuesday to someone I loved. I hope that is sufficient payment for not getting mine as payment. Darrell said, That is more than I expected. All I cared was that I got to pop a cherry tonight. I didnt care whose it was. You have honored me by not only bringing me one but bringing doggysluts real master one as well. I would like you to have Mina go out now and bring in Prince. We will get the party started with him and Mina. Then I will go with Tina and then on around the room so that everyone gets to witness the special event for each person. Thanks for telling us about Wednesdays activities. I think I speak for everyone, that it was an absolutely wonderful way to start the evening. Do you have anything else you would like to share before we begin? Krystal answered, Yes, there is one more topic that I would like to get resolved tonight. My parents dont know that Eenie and Meenie dont have a home to go back to. I would love to have them 24/7, but that just isnt possible. Is their any way you can arrange for someone to house them and still allow my friends and I to play with them and to use them to help recruit more like them? Marta looked at David and he nodded his head in silence, giving approval to the unanswered question. She spoke up and offered, I am in need of some new sluts to help me train my puppies and clean my kennels. She and doggyslut locked eyes and doggyslut smiled in understanding at what Mistress Marta was going to be having them do, considering she had already experienced it. Marta continued, Both of the girls would be of great help to me in that endeavor. Being that they have been going to school every other day and teaching the other what they missed, I see no reason to change that. I will keep one home with me to help with my beauties and also to train her how to be a good slave for you while the other goes to school with you to help. When ever you want to get them together for a little party, just give me a call. As for their mother, I think Sheriff Rob will be able to take care of that problem. Cant you Rob? Rob readily agreed that they would have the problem taken care of by the end of the day Monday. Marta turned back to Krystal and asked, What that means to you is that you will have your willing accomplice and slave and I will have a replacement training slave. The problem of giving them a place to stay is taken care of as well. Do you agree? Krystal answered with an excited, And how. Its perfect for what we need and it helps you out too. Well need to discuss all of the particulars latter, but consider it a done deal. Darrell, I think we all would like to get the party started now. Darrell answered, Everyone, take a ten minute break and then well get the party started up in full gear. This is end of Chapter 25. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. 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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 7 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 7, Karens Journey Home Karen woke up early that morning just after the sun came up. She had only slept for about three hours. Between the cool night mountain air and her aching tits, ass and pussy, she couldnt sleep very long. For a long while she lay there in the trunk curled in a fetal position and cried. She wondered why god was angry with her and allowed these things to happen to her. She had always tried hard to live a good life and not do the things they said were evil. The only thing she ever really insisted on doing that her parents didnt want her to do was going to the Prom. God, if I could just go back and do it all over again I would listen to them and stay home. Then none of this would have happened and I wouldnt be being forced to become a whore. She thought as she cried. She was still mostly asleep and not aware of where she was, just that she wasnt comfortable. She fell back into a light miserable sleep for a few more minutes. When she awoke again, it took her some time to fully awaken and realize that she was curled up in the trunk of the car. She could not remember how she got there. Her last memory was of being gang raped for about 30 minutes with what seemed like 100 or more men waiting in line to get at her next. She shivered in disgust at herself for allowing herself to be put in this position. She blamed herself for everything. She thought that if she would have just listened to her mom and dad that none of this would be happening. God was punishing her for being rebellious she thought. She also realized that she would have to play along with Darrell until an opportunity arose for her to escape and get to her parents. Surely after she told them what Darrell and his parents had done to her and made her do, they would help her get away from them. She continued thinking these thoughts as she began to get out of the car. As she was getting out, her hand hit something solid and she looked down and saw the two dildos that Darrell had left there for her. She let out a sigh of resignation as she realized that she had better focus on the present or she would be punished even more severely than she already had been. Karen grabbed the dildos one at a time and pushed them into her ass and cunt. It seemed to her that they went in a lot easier this time than they had yesterday, which wasnt surprising from all of the cocks that had been rammed in her ass and cunt in the last 48 hours. She crawled around the cabin and into the woods just behind the outhouse and shit out the remaining piss and cum that was dribbling out of her ass and then pissed. Once done, she crawled to the well and started pumping it until there was a good flow of water started. She lay down on her back under the water and continued to pump with her left hand as the water flowed all over her. She felt that if she could just wash herself enough that she could wash away everything that had happened to her. She just kept pumping and pumping while she cried and sobbed out her misery. She finally got up on her knees and started washing herself inside and out. There wasnt a single part of her body that didnt ache and no matter how much she scrubbed and washed herself, she still felt dirty and violated. Karen finally finished cleaning herself and crawled to the back door. The first thing she saw was Darrells note to fix breakfast. She opened the door and crawled in to the cabin to get it started. She got a pancake mix out and fixed up some batter. She also found some salted pork that she could slice and fry up to go with the pancakes. She searched the pantry some more and finally found a jar of honey that had turned to sugar and some butter. She crawled back to the well and filled a bucket with water and slowly struggled with it back to the cabin. The first thing she did once in the kitchen was to reconstitute some powdered milk. She put water into a small pan and put it on the stove to warm up. She opened the jar of honey and put it in the pan of water. She made the pancake batter with the reconstituted milk and pancake mix and then sliced three nice slices of salt pork and started frying it in the cast iron skillet. While the salt pork was frying, Karen put a pot of coffee on the stove as well. Soon the whole cabin smelled wonderful from her cooking. Once the salt pork was done she cooked three plate sized pancakes. She buttered them up and set the table. She took the honey out of the pan and noticed that most of the crystals had dissolved. She set it on the table along with the pot of coffee and then went in to the bedroom to wake Darrell. It was now 8:30 am and she thought that he would want to be up. She remembered what he had instructed her on the first evening here so she got up on the bed and uncovered him. He was nude so she leaned over him and took his cock into her mouth and started sucking. Soon he was hard and she started swallowing his entire cock and twirling her tongue along the underside as she moved her head up and down. It wasnt long before Darrell woke up and moved his hands to the back of her head and forced her face down into his pubic hair, forcing his cock down her throat. Since Karen had had much larger cocks forced down her throat in the last day, she had no problem with Darrels. She soon had Darrell cumming down her throat, but Darrell didnt let her up. She found that she could breathe through her nose when she had Darrells cock down her throat so she didnt struggle. She swallowed his cum and felt it start to soften. He held her in that position until he started pissing. She was surprised but started swallowing as rapidly as she could and only a drop or two of piss seeped out of the corner of her mouth. Finally the flow stopped and Darrell lifted her head off of his cock and tilted it up so that she was looking at him. He looked her in the eyes and said, That is by far the best wake up call I have ever had. I am glad that you remembered me telling you how I wanted to be woke up. You were also absolutely marvelous last night. You did everything asked of you without hesitation and I am proud of you my pet. I will reward you by allowing you to clean the out house that you messed up using normal equipment instead of having to clean up your dried up shit with your tongue. You will however, have to use your mouth and not your hands to hold the scrub brush. Now lets go eat breakfast, it smells wonderful. Darrell got up out of bed and walked to the kitchen table and sat down at the place that was set for him. Karen went and got her dog dishes and scooted them into place beside Darrells chair. She then assumed the proper position on her knees while sitting on her heels and her head bowed. Darrell ate everything on his plate and looked down at Karen. He told her that there was nothing left for her so she would have to eat slave gruel. He got up and grabbed a bag of what looked like dog food except this one said slave gruel for pregnant slaves. He poured the bowl full and then poured water on it and filled the other bowl with water. He ordered Karen to eat it all in the next 10 minutes or he would make her clean the outhouse with her tongue. Karen didnt want to do that so she immediately set about eating the gruel and drinking the water as fast as she could. It really didnt have any taste to it. It was like eating saw dust. When she was a little less than half done she heard Darrell say Five minutes left. She redoubled her efforts and started swallowing everything with minimal chewing. She just got the last mouthful in her mouth when she heard Darrell say time. She quickly swallowed the last bite as Darrell came over and looked at the empty bowls. Very good my pet, he said. You cleaned your bowls in time so you can clean the outhouse normally this time. I want you to go out there now and get it cleaned up quickly. We are going back home to my parents house for the rest of the week. They are planning a nice wedding reception for us on Saturday and we need to help them get ready. I want to leave by 10:30. That gives you an hour and a half to finish and get dressed. Ill put the clothes you are to wear on the front seat of the car. While Darrell was talking to Karen he grabbed the dildo in her cunt and replaced it with the special silver one he got from Joey. He informed her, Now slut, that dildo in your cunt is very special. Its designed to make you exercise your cunt muscles. If you dont squeeze it hard enough, it will shock you. If you let it fall out of your cunt, it has sensors in it that will trigger some metal pins to eject and lock it in place in your cunt so it cant fall out any further. Once it is locked in place it will begin to shock you repeatedly until I turn it off. I would recommend that you concentrate on keeping your cunt muscles tight and avoid the pain. Ill leave that decision to you though. Now get busy. Karen got the mop bucket with a squeezing mechanism to squeeze water out of a mop and went into the pantry. There she found a wide variety of cleaning materials. Many of the cleaning materials looked like they had been specifically designed to be used by mouth. There was a scrub brush with a bite holder that looked like an athletic mouth guard, a mop with a bite holder and a spray bottle that sprayed each time you bit on its bite holder. Karen put the equipment into the bucket along with a bottle of soap and crawled out to the water pump. She put soap into the bucket and filled it half full with water. She put the scrub brush and small mop into the bucket and crawled to the out house. While Karen was crawling she felt a shock all of a sudden. She gave a squeal of surprise more than pain and remembered that she had to keep squeezing with her cunt. When she opened the door to the out house, the stench was almost unbearable. She saw that there was a fairly large area of dried shit coating the floor and also on the seat. She decided that the best way to clean would be to start with the seat and work down. She picked the scrub brush up and put the bite handle in her mouth and started scrubbing as hard as she could all around the stool. Some of the dried shit was very hard to get off so she had to dip into the water several times. When she thought she had all of the dried shit loosened up on the seat, she took the miniature mop between her teeth and started mopping up the dirty water, ringing the mop out in the water bucket, wringing it out and back to mopping up the dirty water. She repeated this process with the floor as well. Karen was shocked a couple of times because she forgot to squeeze down on the dildo in her cunt. The water in the bucket was getting really putrid and when she dipped the brush or mop into the water it splashed her with the foul smelling stuff. The smell caused her to get very nauseous several times and she had to fight to keep from throwing everything up. She was a bit over two months pregnant and was susceptible to morning sickness anyway, so it was a real battle to keep everything in her stomach. When she had completely scrubbed and mopped the out house the first time, she dumped the dirty water into the hole and went and rinsed the bucket at the well. She returned and repeated the process all over again. When she finished the second time she inspected every little nook and cranny to make sure that she didnt miss anything. When Karen was sure the out house was clean, she crawled to the well pump and cleaned up. Finally she crawled to the door, knocked and assumed the proper kneeling position and waited for Darrell. Darrell opened the door and asked, Are you finally done bitch. Karen answered meekly, Yes master. Will you please inspect it and see if it meets your approval. Darrell walked to the out house with Karen crawling behind him. He opened the door and spent quite a bit of time inspecting the facility and then used it to take a dump. When he was done, he came out and praised, You did well slut. There just may be some hope for you yet. Deep down Karen sighed and let out the breath she had been holding. She had been so worried that he would find something she missed that she had held her breath while he inspected the building. Darrell asked Karen, Now slut, we still have those 100 swats from last night to take care of. What do you think we should do about them? This rattled Karen a little, but she quickly responded. This unworthy slut knows that she failed miserably yesterday and earned a thorough spanking. I hope that my willingness and performance last night might lessen the number as you had promised this unworthy slut. She closed her eyes and prayed that Darrell would be merciful and not spank her. She was shaking in fear at the thought of being paddled again. Darrell smiled at her answer and thought that she was definitely picking things up a lot faster than he ever thought she would. It seemed that the more he pushed her, the more compliant she became. He felt that he ought to reward her so he told her, Go to the car slut and wait there until I join you. She crawled to the car and noticed that he had set out the tan Capri pants and red tube top. Her heart jumped with joy at the outfit that Darrell had selected for her. She liked it better than any of the other outfits. She hoped that her response to Darrell was the right one. She really didnt think she could stand too many swats. Darrell finally showed up with the cat-o-nine tails. He told her, Stand up and put your hands on the roof of the car and spread your legs as wide as you can. Im going to whip you with the cat on your ass and legs ten times. Remember to count and thank me properly after each one. He then gave her five hard strokes on her already sore ass. Karen let out a short scream and then gave the count and thanked him after each stroke as she was told. He gave two on each thigh ensuring that the ends wrapped around and got the tender inner thigh area. Karens screams were a little louder, but she was able to count them and thank him appropriately without too much delay. The final strike of the whip was an underhanded one that landed right on her cunt lips and curled up and struck her clit. She let out a hideous scream and immediately collapsed from the pain. She groaned in pain for a few seconds and then in a very soft tone forced out, Ten, thank you Master for punishing this worthless slut. She struggled to get to her feet. When she finally got up, her legs were still weak and wobbly. Karen forgot about the dildo in her cunt and it started to slide out. When the end started to be exposed to the air, the drop in temperature triggered the spring mechanism and drove the pins in the other end out into her cunt walls and stopped it from sliding. This caused her to again fall to the ground and curl up in a fetal position with her hands reflexively going done and covering the area just above her Mons. She screamed out, Oh god, oh god, repeatedly. All of a sudden Karen started jerking and screaming. She was not keeping enough pressure on the dildo and it was sending electric shocks into her and with the pins stuck in her it magnified the shocks. Darrell looked at her in confusion for a minute until he saw the silver dildo peeking from her cunt and realized what happened. He laughed at her and said, You forgot about something didnt you. I warned you what would happen if you didnt keep that thing in your cunt and keep enough pressure on it. Karen begged in between screams from the shocks, Ppplease master, release the pins so I can put it back in. I promise I wont forget again. Pppleaseeeee! Darrell reached in his pocket and found the remote. He hit the release button and told her, You better hurry up and push that thing back in as far as you can. If you dont those pins will release again and shock you some more. Karen complied and struggled back to her feet. She found that she couldnt close her legs because of the pain on her most tender areas. Darrell ordered, Go get the luggage bitch. Bring it out and put it in the trunk. He followed her as she crawled into the cabin hitting her ass occasionally with the cat. Karen squealed in pain each time and hurried as fast as she could. When she got into the cabin, she saw two big suitcases and didnt see how she was going to be able to get them to the car without standing up and carrying them. She got up on her knees in the proper manner for asking a question and waited. Darrell finally acknowledged her and asked, What do you want slut? Karen answered, This worthless slut asks that she be able to stand up and walk back to the car so that she can carry the suitcases sir. It would be too difficult to drag them because they do not have any wheels on them, Darrell considered what she said but denied her request and told her, No, Ill just put them on your back and you can carry them to the car that way. Wait here, Ill be back in a minute. He went to the car and came back with a couple of 20 inch rubber bungee straps. He had Karen get on all fours and lifted the biggest of the suit cases and placed it on her back. He put the bungee cord under her breasts and pulled and stretched them up until he was able to hook them. This squeezed and pinched Karens tender breasts and caused her pain. He then put one hook of the other bungee cord on the hooks of the first one and stretched it back and down through the crack of her ass, through her very sore cunt lips and over her tender clit. He had to pull hard to stretch it far enough to hook the strap between her breasts on the first strap. Karen groaned out in pain, Oh god it hurts, it hurts. Please let it loose, I cant stand it. Darrell ordered, Shut up bitch. Get that out to the car now or Ill make it even worse. Karen whimpered from the pain but began to crawl to the car. It was a struggle to move without causing severe pain. The straps covered her nipples and clit which were still very sore and tender from the piercing and cauterizing. They also went through her cunt lips that were still sore from the strike with the cat. Every move she made caused the straps to aggravate one or more of these areas. It took her twice as long to get out to the car because of the pain the straps were causing. Darrell wasnt happy with the progress she was making and started whipping her ass with the cat to speed her up. She was finally at the car and through her tears and crying asked, Could you please release the straps master so that this worthless slut may put the suitcase in the trunk. Darrell told her, Undo the one between your tits and let it go. Karen immediately unhooked the bungee cord and praying that it wouldnt hurt, let it go. When she let go of the strap, it whipped her clit, cunt lips and ass as it snapped up. It had enough tension on it that it snapped up and thumped her on the back of the head causing her additional pain. Darrell removed that strap and unhooked the other strap and let it go. This one just dropped to the ground and didnt get the desired effect that Darrell wanted. He ordered, Hurry up and get the suitcase in the car so you can get back to the cabin to get the other one. Karen immediately complied, crawling as fast as she could. When she got to the other slightly smaller suitcase, she waited until Darrell placed it on her back. This time he hooked the bungee cord between her breasts instead of on the suitcase. He connected the second one through her ass crack and cunt lips like the previous time, hooking it onto the hooks between her breasts. This one wasnt as tight, but it still caused pain with every movement. Darrell whipped her ass with the cat as she crawled. This time he concentrated on trying to get the ends to strike her cunt lips. Though he didnt hit them very often, there were a couple of times where the ends wrapped around her ass cheek just right for the end to strike them. When they did, Karen screeched in pain and tried to stop but Darrell just laid into her more with the whip when she did. Finally she got to the car and asked permission to take the suitcase off her back. He agreed and told her to hurry. She reached between her breasts with one hand and released the strap that went between her cunt lips and it seemed to hit every tender and sensitive spot on its way through causing her to grunt and groan in pain again. She then undid the hooks of the other strap and released them. This would have been fairly uneventful if the hook on her right side hadnt gone through the nipple ring on her right tit. When it did, the snap of the cord and the sudden yank on her nipple wring hurt so bad that she immediately fell to the ground screaming and crying while grabbing her right tit because of the intense pain. It felt like the ring had been torn out of her nipple. Darrell just laughed at her and gave her a whip on her ass and told her to hurry up and get the suitcase in the car. She got up sobbing and though afraid of what she would see, looked down at her right nipple. She could see a trickle of blood coming from it, but otherwise it looked to be OK. She grabbed the suitcase and put it into the trunk, closed it and crawled to where he had the clothes laid on the seat. She assumed the appropriate kneeling position and waited. Darrell ordered, Stand up and put your hands behind your head and spread your feet shoulder width apart. He reached in his pocket and pulled out her nipple and clit chain and attached one end to her clit ring. He then ordered, Put on the pants. Though Karen liked the pants, she knew that they would cause her a lot of pain on her whipped ass cheeks and especially her sore cunt lips and clit. She knew that her most sensitive parts would be constantly rubbed by the material in the crotch. When she started putting them on she realized that they were about a size to small and that they would pinch her even more than normal. She groaned in frustration as she knew it was going to be even worse than she had realized. She struggled for a couple of minutes before she finally had them up far enough where she could zip them up and button them. As she expected, the material put pressure directly on her most tender and sensitive abused areas and she could only moan in pain while tears started to flow from her eye. When she had the pants on, she assumed the position with her hands behind her head again. Darrell handed the red tube top to her and ordered, Put it on. She put it on over her head and tried to get it to cover her breasts. The top was a couple of sizes too small and stretched ridiculously thin. You could see the outline of her nipples and nipple rings easily. The top was only about 6 inches wide and when stretched so tight it barely covered the tops and bottoms of her breasts. When she had finished putting it on as best as she could, she reassumed the position with her hands behind her head. Darrell took his pocket knife out of his pocket, pinched the material just over her left nipple with his fingers and cut a small hole in it. He reached in with his thumb and forefinger and pinched her nipple hard, causing Karen to groan in pain and pulled the nipple and nipple ring out. He repeated the process with the right nipple and then attached the two chains to the nipple rings. He stepped back a few steps and admired his work. The top was so tight that it was stretched very thin and the nipples stuck out beautifully. The attached chains brought the focus of the eyes to the nipples. He couldnt believe how beautiful she looked and he started getting hard again. He ordered, Turn around slut. When she did, he unbuttoned and unzipped the Capri pants and yanked them down. He pushed her on the back, bending her down over the front seat. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out with one hand while he removed the dildo in her ass with the other. He slammed his dick in her ass without hesitation. He pumped in and out of her dry ass for a few minutes causing Karen to grunt in pain with each inward stroke. When he was about to cum, he reached under her and grabbed her clit ring and pulled on it. Karen let out a scream of pain just as Darrell let loose a load of cum. He pulled out and said, Clean me bitch. Karen got up, turned around and fell to her knees. With tears of pain and humiliation running down her cheeks she took his shit covered cock and stuck the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked on it until it was clean and then sucked as she backed off of his cock resulting in a loud pop when it finally came out of her mouth. She took his limp cock and tucked it in to his pants and slid the zipper up. She briefly looked up at Darrell and then bowed her head down with tears silently running down her cheeks, more for her lost innocence than for anything else. She wondered if she would ever have a normal life again. Darrell ordered, Put your pants pack on and get in the car bitch. Once she had finished dressing she got in the car and Darrell took off. They got about half way home when Darrel pulled into a diner for lunch. Darrell ordered, Go and get me a burger, fries and soda for lunch. Dont be to long about it either. Karen asked, I need some money for the food master. Darrell laughed at her saying, You go get what I told you. Im sure that you can figure a way to pay for it. By this time, Karen knew what was expected of her. She turned and went in to the diner. There were only a couple of patrons in a booth, both male, and a fat old man behind the counter. He appeared to be the owner and looked like he hadnt had a bath in a year. Karen tried to whisper to the guy behind the counter but he acted like he couldnt hear her and told her to speak up. She looked at the booth with the two other guys at it and turned around and whispered a little louder, I need a hamburger, fries and a coke but I dont have any money. Is there any thing I can do to pay for it? Ill do anything you want to get it. He still acted like he couldnt hear her and told her, Listen missy. Im hard of hearing so your going to have to speak up louder. She repeated the request again so loud that the guys in the booth heard her. The guy behind the counter looked at the guys in the booth and asked, What do you guys think would be a fair exchange for a free meal? They all looked like they were in thought for a minute and one said, Well if I was you I would get at least a blow job for myself and my friends as a minimum but would shoot for a nice gang bang, filling all three of her holes. Yeah thats what I would do. Well what about it missy, thats the price of a free lunch around here. Karen hoped that Darrell had inactivated the silver dildo or she was going to be in severe pain as she started taking down her pants. The first thing they noticed was that she wasnt wearing any panties when she pulled the pants down. Then they let out a cheer and a laugh as she squatted down and strained to force the dildos out of her ass and cunt. More out of reflex than anything, she took the dildo from her ass and brought it to her mouth and inserted the whole thing down her throat and sucked it clean as she twisted it and pulled it out of her mouth. She put it on the counter and started pulling out the silver one from her cunt. She decided that the best way would be to remove it rapidly and hope for the best. So she grabbed it and pulled quickly. Fortunately Darrell had turned it off because he knew what was going to happen. He had arranged for this that day at the porn shop. The guys in the diner were friends of Joey and his mom and dad. This was just one thing in a long line of humiliating events they had planned for Karen over the next couple of days. Inside the diner, Karen was trembled in fear as she laid the silver dildo on the counter. She stood there with her pants off and with a tube top on that was so tight that she might as well be naked. And on top of that, her nipples were poking through holes in the top for all to see. Her nipple and clit rings were clearly visible and the chain focused the attention directly onto her nipples and clit. What better vision could any red blooded male ever behold? The guys at the booth got up and walked up to Karen. They looked at the guy behind the counter and asked, Hey Mack. Can you lock the door so we can have some fun? Mack went to the door to lock it while the others took their pants off and ordered Karen to start off by sucking them hard. The old guy came up after locking the door, took his pants off and joined them. All three cocks were over 10 inches and Macks cock looked like an aberration that was almost four inches across. After sucking on them for a few minutes, they were as hard as they were going to get. Mack lay down on his back and ordered, Okay cunt. Put that sweet cunt of yours right down on my cock and be quick about it. Karen started to squat down and forced the cock into her cunt but Mack picked her up by the ass, turned her back to him and placed her ass down on his cock. At first it wouldnt fit but the head soon slipped in and she let out a grunt and squeal of pain. He started lifting her up and pulling her down on his cock. He forced her down a little farther each time he did. When he finally had all of his cock in her ass, he reached up and grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back. The guy with the next biggest cock got down and started putting his cock in her cunt. It was a tight fit because of the cock in her ass but he kept forcing it in over and over until he finally had it in to the hilt. Karens cunt lips were still sore from the whipping and her clit hadnt healed either. Every time Mack rammed in to her cunt, she let out a groan of pain which just stimulated them into ramming in even harder. The third guy finally came over and forced his cock down her throat to the hilt. The three guys got a rhythm going and after about 10 minutes of joint fucking, the guy in her mouth let loose a load of cum down her throat followed shortly by the guy in her ass and then the one in her cunt. The guy in her throat pulled out and patted Karen on the head saying, That was well worth a coke. The guy in her cunt pulled out and came around to her mouth and ordered her to clean it. When she was done licking it clean he patted her on the head saying, That was worth a large order of fries. Finally the guy on the bottom lifted her up off his cock and set her down on her ass next to him. He stood up and presented his cock to Karen and ordered, Clean me up good bitch. Karen cleaned off his cock as best as she could and when she was done he said, That was definitely worth a burger. Now why dont you go unlock the door while I fix your order? Karen went over to the door and unlocked it while Mack went behind the counter and put a couple of 1/3 pound burger patties on the grill and a large order of fries in the fryer. He turned around just as Karen started to put the silver dildo in her cunt. He and the others watched as she grabbed the ass dildo and inserted it. She started pulling her pants up creating quite a show as she wiggled her ass back and forth to pull the too tight pants up. When she was done, the guy behind the counter turned back around and flipped the burgers and dumped the fries. He put some cheese on the burgers and made two hamburgers for her. He bagged it all up and said as he handed it to her, I couldnt let you out of here with just one meal. I know your husband Darrell is out in the car waiting and what you just did for us was worth a 100 of these. As much as Karen hated what had been done to her, she felt a little bit of pride that she had exceeded their expectations. She grabbed the bag and said thank you and left the diner. Karen opened the door of the car and got in. She handed the bag to Darrell and said heres your lunch master. Darrell looked in the bag and noticed that there was enough food there for two meals. That was the signal that she had exceeded their expectations. He looked at Karen and asked, Are you hungry bitch? Karen of course said, Yes Master. He took out one of the hamburgers and gave it and some of the fries to her. You earned this so enjoy it, he said. Karen dug in to the hamburger as if she hadnt had anything to eat for days, which in fact other than the slave gruel, she hadnt. Darrell watched her as he leisurely ate his burger and fries and drank his soda. Karens throat was dry and she ate so fast that a bite got stuck half way down. She gasped out, Master, could I please have a drink of your soda, it feels like something is stuck in my throat. Darrell unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and told her, If you want something to drink, you know where to get it. Karen, who was on the verge of panic because of the stuck food in her throat, shook her head no and Darrell grabbed her behind the head and ordered, Drink my piss if you want something to drink. If you dont get started now, Ill ram it up your ass and piss in it and then Ill have the guys in the diner piss in your ass and then Ill make you shit in a bowl and make you eat it while I whip you all over with those 100 swats I let you out of. At this point Karen was struggling with the stuck bite of food and shook her head and got out of the car and leaned over and tried to cough up the chunk of food, but it wouldnt come up. Darrell began to realize that she was in real trouble and was having difficulty time breathing. He got out of the car and walked up to the trunk, opened it and grabbed the paddle out of the big suitcase. He walked up behind Karen and whacked her ass with the paddle. Karen took a deep breath in response to the paddle and it caused the bite to totally block her air way now and she started turning blue. Darrell finally grabbed her around her abdomen and doubled his fist up and jerked up and in as hard as he could to force air out of her lungs and dislodge the stuck bite of food blocking her airway. After about the eighth time, Karen coughed up a good size wad of chewed meat and took a deep breath. She whispered out, Thank you Darrell, you saved my life. Darrell pulled Karen up by her hair and looked her in the eye and told her, Dont think that this changes anything bitch. You are my wife and sex slave and I sure as hell dont want anything to happen to you until Im done with you. Now I think you know what is going to happen to you so lets get in the Diner and get it over with. He picked up the paddle and went in the Diner with Karen walking a step behind him with her head down. She was sobbing uncontrollably at the cruelty that Darrell was showing. When they got through the door, he locked it and directed Karen to the first booth and made her lay her front half tits down on the table. He gave her 10 swats on each ass cheek and then invited the others to also give 10 on each. Darrell made her count each swat and with each swat if the paddle it became harder for her to count. She would scream for a few seconds after each strike and when she was able to get control, she would gasp out the count. By the time they were done her ass cheeks were bright red and burning. Darrell picked up the paddle and put 10 more on each cheek to make the total 100 swats. Darrell pulled her up and spun her around and told her, The next time youre allowed to eat real food, you better slow down and eat it in small bites so you dont have to go through this again. Darrell made Karen suck him hard. Once he was hard, he made her bend at the waist and removed her ass dildo, dropping it on the floor and sticking his cock in her ass. He waited for his erection to go down and pissed in her ass as he had promised. While he was doing that he said to the guys, Why dont you guys come on over here and let her suck you hard. When Im done pissing in her ass, I want you to stick your cock in her ass and piss in it. The first guy got in position and Darrell pulled out while the other guy stuck his cock in. After a minute or two the guys cock softened enough for him to piss in her ass. They repeated this with the two other guys and then Darrell stuffed the dildo back in her ass before any piss could escape. Karen cried in silence during this whole process. She cried from the soreness caused by the spanking. By the humiliation of having four men piss in her ass and from the shock of her near death. Nothing showed her better what her status really was than having the man who married her and saved her, then abused her without mercy. She felt as if she was absolutely worthless and lost most of the remaining self respect that she had left. At this point in time, Karen was trying to remember better times but could not remember any other time in her life other than the past few days of abuse. She responded in a daze to whatever Darrell ordered her to do. Darrell didnt bother putting Karens pants back on when they were done with her. He grabbed her tit and clit chain, pulled her out of the diner and to the car and made her get in. He threw her pants in the back seat and drove off down the road. As he drove, he kept looking at Karen. She had a vacant, glassy eyed stare that made her look like she had taken some drugs. He knew that something had snapped in her. He ordered her, Put the back of the car seat down, close your eyes and sleep until we get home? Karen did what he said and was soon sound asleep. About 40 minutes later he pulled up into his parents drive way and parked. He got out of the car and pulled Karen, sans pants, out and led her into the house by the tit and clit chain. Karen followed along with that dazed look still there. He found that no one was home at the moment and took Karen up to the bathroom, removed the ass dildo and sat her down on the bathroom stool. Once Karen was done shitting out the piss and shit he took her to the shower and made her get in and wash up. He stripped down and got in the shower with her. He removed the silver dildo from her cunt and set it on the sink. He then washed her down good and ended by washing her hair. When he was done, he turned off the water and got a towel dry her off. As he dried her off she continued going through the motions in a daze. Once she was dried off, he took her to his bedroom and made her lie down and go to sleep. He got dressed and went out to the car and brought in all of the suit cases. He took them into his bedroom and noticed that Karen was sound asleep. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He returned to the living room, sat down and turned on the television. He watched and waited for his parents to come home. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM library and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger .

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 59 By Redlegtiger Edited by GuiltyKarma [email protected] [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Join the conversation at http://groups.google.com/group/redlegtigers-tigers-den where you can comment on all of my stories as well as many fantasies and stories of fans. We would love for you to drop in and comment, leave pictures or even post a story or fantasy yourself. Redlegtigers Tigers Den Chat: Every Wednesday evening from 7 pm to 11 pm Central U.S. time, I will be conducting a live group chat. Come and join the conversation. Just about all topics are discussed. Meet some of the real life people that have inspired characters in the story. The chat is on Windows Live Messenger(Formerly MSN messenger). Just use [email protected] or [email protected] to IM me or guilty and join the conversation. NOTE: This chapter is more of a transition chapter. There is lots of f/f and F/F sex but minimal BDSM activity. I promise more to come in the future. Chapter 59, Sarahs Homecoming It was late on Wednesday afternoon at the LA hospital when Nurse Tina came in to the room. Aminda and Michelle had just finished up with Sarahs physical therapy and were just getting ready to tell more of their story to Sarah and record it for the FBI. When they noticed Tina at the door they gave her a questioning look. Looking at Aminda and Michelle Tina said, I need you two young ladies to step out for a few minutes so the doctor can examine Sarah. Ill let you back in when he is done. The two girls left the room while the doctor came in with Tina to examine her. While they waited in the waiting room, Tom and Nancy arrived. When they saw them patiently sitting there they came up to them and asked how things were going. When Aminda explained that the doctor and nurse were in the room examining Sarah, they sat down and quietly waited along with both Aminda and Michelle. It was almost thirty minutes later that the doctor and nurse came out of the room. When the doctor saw that Tom and Nancy were in the waiting room he came up to them and said, Its good to see you two here so I can tell you the good news. Sarah is progressing nicely. Im still a little concerned with the fact that she hasnt gained any use of her legs yet but she did feel a little when I pricked her feet with a pin. That is a good sign but time will tell. As for the use of her arms, she has fully recovered full use of her arms. She will need to do exercises to strengthen them but she should be fine. Her head wound is healing nicely as well. I took the stitches out and everything looks to be doing quite well. Once her hair grows back, no one will be able to see the scar. All in all she is a lucky girl to have come through this so well. If things continue to improve the way they are, I will send her home in the afternoon day after tomorrow or Saturday morning. My guess is that it will be Saturday. Once the doctor left, all four of them went into Sarahs room to tell her the good news. Sarah sat up in the bed and saw the smiles on all of their faces and asked, What? Nancy was the first to speak up exclaiming, The doctor says that you are doing very well. You are going to get to come home in the afternoon of day after tomorrow or the next morning. Isnt that wonderful? Sarah smiled and said, Cool. I cant wait to get out of this room. Ill need a bit of help though until I get the use of my legs. Tom quickly spoke up and said, I have already arranged for Tina and the night nurse to work out at the house for as long as it takes for you to recover. Plus youll still have Aminda and Michelle to help you whenever you need it. Now isnt that good news? Sarah smiled a half smile in obvious disappointment and said, I guess. I was just hoping I would be able to walk when I went home. Aminda saw how her mistress was feeling and couldnt stand to see her sad. She went up to Sarah and whispered in her ear so only she could hear, Mistress Sarah, please dont be sad. If you will let Shelle and me go back to the house, we have a little surprise for you. It will take us all of the time between now and when you go home for us to get it ready. Will you please be happy about coming home? Weve wanted to show you this since Aunt Karen sent our stuff down from Washington. I promise that you will really love it. Okay? Aminda pulled back watching Sarah. Sarah stared at her as she pulled away with a bit of a quizzical look on her face. She had always loved surprises. She smiled at Aminda with a look of love and then turned to the others and said with a bigger smile, Friday or Saturday it is then. I cant wait to get home. She really meant it this time. Aminda and Michelle went home with Tom and Nancy that night. They quickly got settled back in and had a good nights sleep so they would be fresh for all of the hard work the next day. They woke up early and after a quick breakfast of milk and cereal, they went down to Karens cabin. They spent the entire day moving all of the stuff that Karen had sent down from Washington. They had to get the help of their security team to move some of the larger items but they worked the entire day and part of the next until they had everything set to their satisfaction. Friday afternoon they took their pony gear to the barn and cleaned out an empty stall to store it in. While they were working in the stable, Karens mom came up to them and nuzzled them like any dog would to get attention. Michelle was the first to stop what she was doing to pet her and giving her a Hi Grandma. When she looked into her eyes she could see the inquisitive look there so she gave her a quick explanation about what it was all about. Once they had the stall cleaned up, they took the time to clean all of the equipment and get it ready for use. They both hoped that Sarah would like their little surprise. They were just finishing up when they heard the dogs in the kennel barking. Karens mom took off to go see what the ruckus was all about. She quickly came back in the barn after a few seconds and began barking at the two girls and waving at them to follow her. The girls put everything up quickly and went running after her. She led them to the back door of the house and went through the large doggy door that had been installed there for her and her mate. Aminda and Michelle opened the back door and quickly heard noises in the front of the house. They ran as fast as they could to the front entryway and arrived just in time to see Sarah being wheeled into the living room in a wheel chair by Geri, the night nurse from the hospital. Tina followed them in carrying a bag of equipment and they were followed by several of the security team who were also carrying physical therapy equipment. The security team had already been told where to take the stuff and they went up the stairs to the wing where Sarah and the girls rooms were. Tina and Geri went up with the team so they could ensure the therapy equipment was set up properly. Aminda and Michelle ran up to Sarah and hugged her, welcoming her back home. Sarah immediately asked, So where is my surprise you promised me? Michelle looked at Sarah in confusion. Aminda hadnt said anything about a surprise for Mistress Sarah. Aminda quickly answered, You have to wait until tomorrow morning. We just finished getting everything ready so lets get you settled in tonight and see what theyre doing with all of that stuff they brought in for you. Shelle, you get her wheel chair and bring it up. Sarah, Im going to kneel down in front of your chair so I want you to lean forward and lock your arms around my neck and put all of your weight on my back so I can carry you up stairs. Aminda got down like she said and Sarah leaned as far forward as she could. Aminda had to scoot closer so that Sarah didnt have to strain to reach around her neck. Once Sarahs arms were locked together around Amindas neck with most of her weight on her back, Aminda stood up. She reached back and pulled Sarahs legs forward so that Sarah was riding piggy back. Sarah had lost about twenty pounds while she was in the hospital. That made it easier for Aminda to carry her up the stairs to the room across from theirs where the equipment was being put up. They also saw that the room across from Sarahs was currently occupied by the two nurses who were investigating. They saw that the two nurses were unpacking a suitcase each and putting clothes in drawers and the closet. They correctly assumed that the nurses were going to be staying there so they could be close to Sarah if they were needed. Aminda cleared her throat until the nurses looked her way. Then she said, I just wanted you both to know that Sarahs room is straight across the hall and Michelle and my room is the one at the end of the hall across from where all of that equipment is being installed. Well be in her room if you need us. We have something to take care of. Aminda turned around and the three girls went into Sarahs room. Michelle quickly put the wheel chair down beside the bed against the wall next to the headboard so it would be easily accessible. Then she folded down the quilt and the sheets so Sarah could be put in the bed. As soon as she was in the bed, Aminda began to do the therapy with Sarah that was required in the evening. Michelle went downstairs and to the kitchen where Nancy was just finishing up putting Sarahs favorite Chinese food on a plate and onto a tray along with a dish of her favorite ice cream. Michelle went to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of soda and put it on the tray. When everything was ready, she picked up the tray and took it up to Sarah. Aminda had just finished the therapy when Michelle walked into the room with Sarahs dinner. Michelle turned to go back down and get her and Amindas dinner and almost ran into Nancy who was just entering the room with two trays for her and Aminda. Michelle thanked Nancy and took the two trays of food to the bed. The three girls quickly devoured their meals without saying a word. When they were done eating, Michelle picked up the trays and took them down to the kitchen while Aminda went into the bathroom and started running the whirlpool full with hot water that was just to the point of barely being able to stand the heat without being burned. She added some bath oil beads to help sooth Sarahs dry skin from the long hospital stay. She then put out some shaving cream, a razor and a pair of scissors. When things were ready, she got undressed and then went back into Sarahs room. Michelle had just returned from the kitchen and was in the process of helping Sarah undress. Sarah was looking at them a little confused but cooperated. She knew that they had her best interests at heart but she was curious about the surprise that Aminda had promised. When Aminda came up to her and began to help undress her as well, she finally broke her silence and said, Come on guys. Im dying here. Will you please tell me what my surprise is? Aminda smiled and said, Well the surprise is two fold. The first part is going to be happening in a few minutes as soon as we get you into the bathroom. The biggest part of the surprise has to wait until tomorrow morning. That is the real special part of the surprise and there is nothing you can do to get us to hurry up about it. So just enjoy the evening. I have a nice bubble bath ready for us in that nice big whirlpool tub and we have a surprise for you once we get in there. When Sarah was naked except for a scarf around her head, both Aminda and Michelle picked her up so that she was sitting on their interlocked hands and she had an arm around each of their shoulders. They carried her to the bathroom and then gently lowered her into the bath tub. Aminda immediately got into the tub while Michelle stripped naked and then joined them. Aminda was sitting at one end of the tub with Sarah sitting in front of her so that her back was up against Amindas tits. Michelle was sitting on the opposite end of the bathtub facing her two friends and lovers. Aminda reached up and untied the knot on the scarf. Sarah started to protest but Aminda shushed her and told her everything would be all right. When the scarf was off, Sarah was silently crying because of how she looked. Aminda and Michelle both hadnt seen her since she had the bandages taken off of her head and she was completely bald with a long scar along the side of her head. They had only shaved around the scar during the surgery and had kept the area around it shaved as the wound healed. There was stubble there now from a couple of days growth. Aminda and Michelle both knew the emotional turmoil that being bald like that would cause their mistress so they had both agreed on exactly what to do. Michelle picked up the scissors that Aminda had laid out and handed them to Sarah. She turned around and scooted back toward Sarah and then leaned her long hair back so that it hung down to the water. Michelle said, Your humble servants understand that you arent comfortable with the way you look because of the wound you received because of us. We decided that the only fair thing was for us to join our mistress and have our hair cut off like yours. That is the only way it should be. We have sworn ourselves to serve you in all ways and this is the least we could do for taking a bullet that was meant for us. We both want to be bald like you are and allow our hair to grow back at the same time. This is the surprise we have for you tonight. Please accept this gift with the love it is given. We ask that you please cut the hair as close to the scalp as possible and then put it aside neatly. We plan on using it for something tomorrow, so we dont want to lose it. Sarah had tears in her eyes. These were tears of love at what her two friends were doing for her. She hadnt expected anything like this at all. She figured she would just have to wear scarves and hats for a while until her hair grew back. She couldnt say anything but she nodded her head yes and lifted one hand up to grab a hand full of Michelles hair. She moved it up as close to Michelles scalp as she could. She brought the scissors between her hand and Michelles scalp and tentatively cut the first handful of hair. Once she cut the first handful of hair, the rest went easily. With each handful of Michelles beautiful shoulder length hair, she neatly draped it over the edge of the tub onto a towel that Aminda had placed there. When the last little bit of hair was finally laid down on the towel, Aminda folded the towel up around the hair and set it on a shelf up on the wall just above where she sat. She then handed Sarah a can of shaving cream. Sarah held the shaving cream above Michelles head and pushed the button until there was a huge mound of the cream on her. She then handed the can back to Aminda and began to spread the shaving cream so that it covered all of Michelles head. When she was done, Aminda handed her the razor. Sarah immediately began to gently shave the stubble off of Michelles head. When Sarah was done, Michelle sat up onto the edge of the tub next to her mistress and spread her legs out so that they were flat against the wall of the tub and her cunt was right on the edge, as open and exposed as it could be. Aminda handed the can of shaving cream back to Sarah and said, We havent had the opportunity to shave ourselves since you went to the hospital. We wanted you to have that privilege as our new owner. Please shave us both clean and make us yours. Sarah was crying again at the love they were showing her. She had never really had any friends and here she now had two friends that were more than willing to join her in being humiliatingly bald. Friends who had sworn that they would do anything for her no matter what and that they would follow her every order. She covered Michelles entire pubic area with the shaving cream through her tears. She paused for a few moments to allow the tears to dry up and then she gently shaved Michelles cunt bare. When she was done, Michelle leaned down and grabbed Sarah on either side of her head and stared into her eyes. She slowly started to move toward her as she said, Mistress Sarah. Thank you for accepting this unworthy soul as your slave and lover. I promise that I will love you and serve you for the rest of my life, just as I have sworn to love and serve my Minda. Michelle moved in and kissed Sarah as passionately as she could. When Michelle broke the kiss, she told Sarah, Now its time to take care of your first slave. Sit forward a little so Minda and I can trade places. Then you can do her. Sarah leaned as far forward as she could and Aminda climbed out from behind her. Michelle quickly stepped into the tub and sat down in the water where Aminda had just vacated. Then she helped Sarah to lean back against her as Aminda sat in the other end of the tub and leaned back as Michelle had done. Sarah went through the exact same process with Aminda that she had done with Michelle. When she was done, she finally broke down crying and said, I dont know how Im going to ever thank you guys. In spite of everything that has happened, you two are the best things that have ever happened to me. Im lucky to have you as my friends. I accept your love and friendship. But if there ever comes a time that you want to end our agreement for me to be your mistress and you my subs, then I will let you out of our agreement. I love you guys more than youll ever know. Aminda said, Just as Michelle has pledged her life to me forever, I pledge mine to you and therefore hers. We will always be there for you my mistress. You have suffered when it should have been us. We will always be eternally grateful for the love you have shown us since we were freed. We will always be there for you and will serve you in any way you desire us to. Now let us finish you up so that we are all the same. Sarah sat up in front of Michelle and sat there as they shaved her head. When Michelle finished her head, Aminda shaved her cunt. When they were done, they stood up and lifted Sarah out of the bath tub. Aminda held her while Michelle dried her off with a towel. They both carried her back to the bed like they had to the bathroom. When they were there, they gently put her down and helped her scoot to the center of the bed. Aminda got on one side and Michelle on the other. They began to kiss Sarah on the top of her bald head and slowly work their way down. They stopped at her ears and spent time licking and nibbling her ears, getting her more and more excited. Then as if they had choreographed the whole thing they moved down at the same time to Sarahs perky, still developing tits. They each sucked a nipple into their mouths and began to lick and suck. Their ability to know what the other was doing was making their tandem loving of Sarah to be one of intense pleasure for the young girl. Aminda moved down to Sarahs leaking cunt and began to suck her cunt lips and clit. Michelle focused on both of her breasts. Every few minutes, they would switch places and Michelle would suck on Sarahs sweet little pussy and Aminda would suck on her tits. They brought Sarah to four huge cums, each one more powerful than the other. Sarah screamed her head off in glorious ecstasy from the pleasure she was being given by her lovers. After the fourth cum, Sarah passed out in the center of the bed. Aminda and Michelle lay on either side of her with their arms joined across her chest. They stared at each other with a love that few people ever know in their life. They knew without a shadow of a doubt that they belonged together and that no one could ever break them apart. They finally fell asleep. While Sarah and her subs were enjoying each other, Tina and Geri finished up putting their clothes away. Tina was the first to finish and she sat on the bed while Geri finished. Tina was a bit unsure of how to say what she wanted to and she was trying to find the right words. Her nervousness hindered her though. It was one thing to broach the subject like she had at the hospital right after Geri found them that one time. It was quite another to bring it up in the privacy of a bed room out of the blue. Finally she took a deep breath and asked, Geri? Have you thought about what we talked about the other day when you panicked after finding the girls having sex at work? Geri paused in what she was doing. She too had been thinking about that conversation and didnt know how to breach the subject. She stopped at the drawer where she had been getting ready to put away some panties and her bras. She put them neatly into the drawer and turned around to look at her friend and coworker. She quietly whispered in answer, I can hardly keep from thinking about that day. Why? Tina took a deep breath and hesitated momentarily before asking, Do you want to try and see if we might be good for each other. I would really like it if we did, if you dont mind that is. I dont want it to destroy our friendship though. Geri looked at Tina and said, I could never let it hurt our friendship. I have feelings for you too. And yes, I would love to try and pursue a relationship with you. I love you and I adore your daughters. They are both such good kids and are everything a good mother could hope for. Do you think they would accept us having a relationship? Tina answered, I really dont know. Ive never discussed anything like this with them. I think we would have to gradually expose them to our relationship if it works out. I dont want to bring them in on it until weve had a bit of time to see if it will work though. What do you think? Geri had a huge smile on her face. Tinas answer was more than she could have hoped for. She answered as she walked up to Tina and said as she began to unbutton her blouse saying, I think that is best. Now why dont we take this opportunity to consummate our relationship and see if we are compatible with each other? Tina smiled nervously as she looked down at Geris trembling fingers which were in the process of undressing her. She then looked up into her friends eyes and then reached up to begin unbuttoning Geris blouse at the same time. They jointly undressed each other until they were in their bras and panties. They stood looking at each other for a moment as if they were afraid to take the next step, just as if they were a couple of school girls undressing in front of each other for the first time. They were both very nervous about what they were doing but knew that they desperately wanted to take that next step. Geri was the first to move. She turned around so her back was to Tina and asked, Would you do the honors Tina. Its so much easier to have someone else to help. Tina finally broke through her nervousness and took the step forward necessary for her to reach the back of Geris bra. She lifted her shaking hands up and struggled for a couple of moments before she finally got the clasp to come apart. She was as nervous as any schoolboy undoing a bra for the first time in the back seat of a car. When she got the bra unhooked she reached up and pulled the straps off of Ginas shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor. Tina then put her hands on Ginas hips at the top of her panties. Taking a deep breath she put her thumbs inside the waist band and slowly pulled them down to the floor. When the panties hit the floor she stood back up. Geri turned around and with lust in her eyes she lifted her right hand up and extended her first finger out and turned it in a circle to signal Tina to turn around. Geri made quick work of Tinas bra and when it fell to the floor she reached both hands around and grasped Tinas 36 C tits that were just beginning to sag a bit due to the years of wear and tear from gravity. Tina closed her eyes as she felt Geris hands grasp her tits and begin to knead them, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Geri mashed her tits into Tinas back and leaned in to nibble on her ears. Tina groaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensations that Geri was giving her. Finally Tina turned around and faced Geri. Geri put a wicked smile on her face and gave Tina a passionate French kiss. When she broke the kiss she kissed her way down Tinas chest, right between her tits, down to her belly button. She grabbed the waist band of Tinas panties and pulled them down as she kissed down through her pubic hair. When Tina felt her panties hit the floor, she stepped out of them and spread her legs apart. Geri moved down and began to kiss and lick Tinas mature cunt lips. Tina was taking deep breaths as she felt her excitement grow. Before she had an orgasm however, she reached down and pulled Geri up and kissed her. She could taste her juices on Geris mouth as she kissed and she realized that it wasnt bad at all. When they broke the kiss, Tina pulled back and suggested, Why dont we get on the bed and see what we can do about pleasuring each other. Ive wanted to do this with you for a long time, but was afraid you would reject me if I said anything. Lets please make love. Geri grabbed Tinas hand and without saying a word, pulled her to the bed. She crawled up on the bed and then lay down and reached her arms out to Tina. Tina slowly climbed in after her and moved into her embrace. They spent the next few minutes kissing each other. Tina brought her hand up and began gently kneading Geris tits. It was her turn to give her new love pleasure. She began working her way down to Geris tits, where she spent about five minutes gently nibbling and sucking them. Finally she worked her way down to Geris cunt. As she did she turned herself around so that her feet were at the head of the bed and she put her mouth down on her cunt. She began to lick and suck Geri off, using all of her knowledge of a females anatomy to make it extremely enjoyable. Geri tugged on Tinas leg and pulled it up and over hers so that Tinas cunt was right over her mouth. She leaned up and began to copy everything that she felt Tina doing to her. They proceeded to pleasure each other for the next couple of hours, bringing each other to glorious climax after glorious climax. Finally the two women were totally sated and they lay side by side in the bed cuddling each other. Tina finally said, That was absolutely wonderful. I hope we get the chance to do that over and over again. I can hardly wait until we get another chance. I hate to eat and run (giggle), but I do have two daughters at home to take care of. Its going to be bedtime before I get home as it is. Ill see you Monday morning. Take good care of our patient tonight. Geri groaned and said, I wish you didnt have to go. I love what we did and want to do it with you over and over again. I can never get enough of you. But I understand that you have to be there for you girls. Lets just see how things progress for a while. This is new territory for both of us and if we just take things a step at a time, it will all work out for the best. Well have more opportunities to explore our possible future together. If things work out, we can figure out how to tell your girls. Tina hugged Geri and said, Thanks for that hun. I am scared and not sure if what were doing is really the right thing for my daughters, especially when Rhonda seems to be going through some tough times right now. She has become quiet and introspective instead of the outgoing girl she was just a couple of months ago. Ive tried to get her to talk to me but she just says Mom and runs off to her room. Because of that more than anything I think youre absolutely right about just taking things slow and seeing if we can make it work before bringing them into it. Now I better get going so that my girls dont think theyve lost a mother. Have a good evening. Tina finally broke the hug and picked up her empty suitcase and left. The reason they brought in changes of clothes was because of the fact that they had decided that on weekends that one of them would be there 24 hours a day for the whole weekend and then the other would be their the next. During the week, they would take shifts like they had at the hospital. Tina left the estate and was taken home by the security team. Now that she knew how to get to the estate, she would be driving out every day herself. The next morning, Aminda and Michelle woke up early as planned. They quickly and quietly slipped into their room and threw on a pair of shorts and T-shirt. Aminda then quietly went into Sarahs closet and pulled out two sets of clothes. One set was a pair of her riding jodhpurs and accompanying blouse and vest with the riding boots. The other was a khaki skirt with a nice white halter top that tied behind her neck and back. She left out a pair of sandals with that set. She took the note she had written and put it on the bed so that Sarah would see it as soon as she opened her eyes. Aminda then took Michelle by the hand and went down to the kitchen to get breakfast. After a quick breakfast of milk and cereal, a bald Aminda and Michelle went out to the barn to get ready. The two girls ran hand in hand, the towel containing their cut hair in the other, giggling at the surprise they were going to give Sarah. They both knew that they were about to open up a whole new dimension of their relationship. But in all their lives, there was only one thing that they had been trained to do that they came to really love and excel at. They excelled at it so well that they had actually won a competition one time and they wanted to give what they loved to their mistress. They quickly entered the stall and grabbed the leather headpiece for their outfit. It was made of leather and had little attachments on the top to make it look like they had a horses ears. There was a hole on top where the wearers hair could be pulled through and below that were a set of flaps that were laced together. The two girls quickly unlaced the flaps and when they were opened they found the little ringlets that were put there for hair to be tied to. They opened up their towels and began to take small bundles of hair and tying them to the rings. When they were done they folded the flaps back over and laced them together. When they were done they held the headpieces up and looked at them. Michelle smiled and said, It really looks like a horses mane with the hair on it. It looks a lot better than with the pony tail pulled through the hole. Shes going to love this. The two girls pulled their headpiece on and buckled it under their chin. They both picked up a leather bra that had no cups on them. Where the cups would be was a leather ring so that the girls breasts could be pulled through. They then each pulled on a pair of leather crotchless panties. They each sat down and pulled on a pair of knee high leather boots. The boots laced up tight and were designed to make them stand on the balls of their feet. The bottom of the boot was braced so that there was no heel even though to the girls it was as if they were wearing five inch heels. The bottom of each boot actually had a horse shoe on it so that it would leave a horse shoe print, just like a real horse, though quite a bit smaller. Aminda went to a little box marked bitchpup and opened it up. She pulled out three screw clamps and then went up to Michelle and sucked and chewed on her left nipple until they were as hard as she could get it. She put the first clamp over the nipple and began to twist the little screw to force the clamp down hard onto her nipple. They had been trained to screw the clamps tight enough so that they could be yanked on hard and not be pulled off. To get them on that hard, they had to be very tight and very painful. Thats why they each did it for each other, so that they could get them just a bit tighter than they could do themselves. This was the one part that they hated about the whole thing. Aminda put the other two clamps on her right nipple and then on her clit. At the bottom of each clamp was a half inch brass ring that hung down. Aminda went back to the box and took out a butt plug that had a tail attached. The plug flared up to three inches in diameter and to an inch and a half at its narrowest neck and then flared back out and curved up about three inches. The part that curved up was two inches in diameter and it was the base of a tail that was made of their hair. The hair on the tail had been taken from them at the beginning and end of their pony training. The hair came straight up and then flared out and down like a real horses tail. Aminda then reached into the box again and took out a vibrator dildo that was ten inches long by two and a halve inches wide. She put it in her mouth and sucked it down her throat a couple of times to lube it up and when she felt it was moist enough she pushed it into Michelles cunt. Finally she took out the last of the dildos and before she put it on she said, I know that normally we both would have these in, but one of us has to be able to tell Mistress Sarah about our surprise for her. After today, whenever she wants to take us out for a ride, I will wear the dildo gag like we would normally. Are you okay with doing it this way or do you want to go without? Michelle looked at Aminda and said, It wouldnt seem right if I didnt wear the whole thing. It is part of our pony gear and I do love doing it so much that I dont want to change how we do it any more than we have to. I am your humble servant and you are Mistress Sarahs. It is only right that you be the one to be able to speak. Now give me my dildo so I can finish getting you ready. Aminda took the six inch long and one and a half inch wide dildo and put it in her mouth. She attached the two chains on either side of the headpiece and connected them to a small ring at the base of the dildo. When she was finished, Michelle began to put the nipple and clit clamps on Aminda. She put everything else on her that Aminda had done for her. The only difference was that where Michelle had a dildo gag, Aminda took a leather mouthpiece that she could easily get in and out of her mouth. It had a ring on it that the chains to the headpiece were attached to so that it was secured tightly. The two girls now looked like the pony girls they were. They both moved over to the little two person buggy that they had been trained to pull. They both glanced over at the other single person buggy and couldnt help but wonder why Karen had sent that one and the box that held bitchtrainers pony girl uniform. They talked about Mistress Martas dog and slave trainer and what was going to happen to her now that Mistress Marta was gone. They would have to ask Karen about that. She was getting to be in her sixties and wouldnt be able to do much any more. They both liked her and thought of her as more of a grandmother than a fellow slave. They didnt want her to suffer because Mistress Marta was now gone. Maybe Greggs security team could employ her as a trainer for their dogs. They knew that she would love that. The girls moved into their places on the cart. There was a single pole that was attached to the cart and it had a cross bar that the girls would be able to hold on to. Hanging over the front edge of the cart was a series of reins. There was a rein for their left nipple ring that came around their left side, one that came around their right side and attached to the right nipple ring. One rein went under them through a ring on the vibrator dildo in their cunts and then clipped onto their clit ring. This rein split in two about a foot in front of a ring centered on the drivers side of the cart and joined the left and right tit reins. And finally there was a pair of reins that were hooked onto the ring of the dildo gag or mouth piece from either side and joined the tit reins at the ring that was centered on the drivers side of the cart. The reins of both girls were braided into two reins that the driver controlled. The driver of the cart never had to worry about more than two reins. If the driver pulled the left rein, it would pull the head and the tit of the pony girl to the left. It would also pull the clit back. This would tell them to turn left. The right rein did the same to the right tit and turned their head to the right and pulled on the clit indicating to turn right. To stop the driver pulled back on both reins at once which pulled both tits, pulled the head back and pulled on their clit. There was a brake that the driver usually stepped on to slow the cart down if it got going to fast. Aminda had rigged it so that Sarah could push a lever down with her hand to do the same thing. The lever was a temporary addition so that it could be removed when Sarah regained use of her legs. When the girls had all of the reins attached, they bent down and grabbed the cross bar and brought it under their breasts. Normally at this point they would have a driver but they wouldnt gain their driver until Sarah came out of the back door after she ate breakfast. They both hoped that she was close to being done. They were very excited and wanted everything to go perfectly. They began to high step in perfect step with each other as they left the barn and on towards the house. It was about half way through Amindas and Michelles preparations that Sarah woke up and saw the note that Aminda had left for her. She quickly grabbed the note and read it. It said Mistress Sarah, Michelle and I are preparing your surprise. Please have Nurse Geri help you get ready. We have set out two sets of clothes for you. Pick the one that you want. Either one is appropriate for what we have planned. When you have finished cleaning up and getting dressed, have a couple of the security team help you down the stairs to the kitchen. When you have finished breakfast have Nurse Geri take you to the back door. We will be waiting for you there or we will get there shortly afterwards. We hope you enjoy your surprise today. We have a full day ahead and want to get an early start. We will make sure you do all of your physical therapy as well as many other wonderful things. See you soon our Mistress, our love. Love, Your Minda and Your Shelle Sarah was excited when she read the note and called out for the nurse. Geri came in and Sarah said, Aminda and Michelle had to take care of some things this morning. Could you help me get cleaned up and dressed so I can go down to breakfast? I would greatly appreciate it. Geri smiled, Thats what I am here for. Now lets get you ready. Geri had been warned that she would need to help Sarah a little more than normal so she wasnt surprised at Sarahs request. She helped Sarah wash up and dress for breakfast. Sarah chose the riding outfit because she loved to ride so much. That was exactly what Aminda had hoped for. She wanted her in the right frame of mind and being dressed for riding would do that. Sarah was helped down the stairs by the security team. Geri had preceded them and gotten the wheel chair they were keeping on the first floor and was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. She wheeled Sarah into the kitchen where Nancy was fixing her favorite breakfast of French toast with Sausage and Grape Juice. Tom was sitting at the head of the table and was reading up on some material from work, trying to catch up on things he had fallen behind on at the office due to visiting Sarah at the hospital. He stopped what he was doing as Sarah was wheeled into the kitchen. He was happy to see his daughter smiling again and hoped that they were doing the right thing by allowing the girls the freedom that Karen had asked him to give them. He talked with her about a little of everything while Sarah ate her breakfast. When she was done he said, I think your friends have a little surprise for you out back. Why dont we wheel you out there and see what they have for you. Tom pushed the wheelchair to the back door. Nancy and Geri followed him. When they opened the back door and pushed her out onto the patio he saw Aminda and Michelle there in their pony girl outfits and with the cart behind them. Toms reaction was to exclaim, My god in heaven! Nancys reaction was to scream and cover her mouth in surprise without saying anything. Geris reaction was to say over and over again, Oh my god I dont believe it I dont believe it Oh my god. Sarah saw the way they were dressed up and squealed in delight, clapping her hands like the spoiled little rich girl she used to be and said, Take me over to them daddy. Take me to them. Arent they wonderful? This is wonderful, I love them so much. Take me to them. Tom bent down and picked Sarah up and walked over to Aminda and Michelle and set her on the cart. While he was doing that, Aminda had removed her mouthpiece and said, Nurse Geri, if you would fold up the wheelchair and hang it on the braces we put on the back of the cart we would appreciate it. Were going to be going quite a few places and want it available to wheel Sarah to the places she wants to go. About that time, Karens mom came running out of the kennels on all fours, followed by her mate to see what all of the commotion was about. She was barking in excitement at seeing the two girls dressed up in their pony girl get up. She had seen them a few times at Mistress Martas when she was there before she was sent to live with her brother in law. She came running up to the girls and barked in excitement. Geri saw the woman dog and fainted on the spot. It was something she had never dreamed of seeing in her life. She had been told abstractly about the organization and what they did, but to see the results of their evil was something else. It overwhelmed her resulting in her passing out. One of the security team saw what happened and picked up the wheelchair and hung it on the cart like Aminda had requested. He could hardly keep his eyes off of Aminda and Michelle and their exposed tits and pussies. He had never seen anything like it and his cock was about as hard as it could be. He thought about what he would be doing with his wife that evening. He couldnt wait to get home. Nancy saw Laura, Karens mom, come running out of the kennel and then she saw out of the corner of her eye, Geri crumpling to the ground. That was when she realized they hadnt warned her and Tina about Laura being a human dog. She knelt down and began patting her face gently trying to wake her up. When Geri finally opened her eyes she asked, Tell me I wasnt imagining that I saw a human dog. Tell me Im not in some kind of nightmare. Nancy said sadly, Yes Geri, you saw a human that was modified to be a dog. She is Karens mother and Michelles Grandmother. The organization did that to her and her sister and they have lived that way for so long that they have become happy with who they are. And yes the dog that ran out with her is her mate. We forgot to tell you about her. We are very sorry about that. I know that it is something that most people would frown on but she had no choice in becoming this way. Please dont leave Sarah because of it. Sarah has come to like you and Tina and we would be hard pressed to find someone as understanding as you guys are. Please say youll stay on in spite of this. Geri stared at Nancy as if she was the man on the moon. She then said, How can you allow your daughter to get involved with Michelle and Aminda like that. I know what you said about them having been sex slaves and all but what they are doing is just perverted. Nancy sighed and answered, Karen was like they were once. When she escaped, she had four years of college where she organized a sister organization for a fraternity that focused on academics and sex. The sex part of it allowed her to get her sex fix that she needed on a regular basis. She said that without it she would have most likely turned into a hooker or something. She only became who she is now because she got the loving support she needed. She still is active with that sister organization for that fraternity as an advisor and they turn out some of the most well rounded and exceptionally bright men and women out of the college. All because they have taken something that has been kept hidden and dirty by society, even between husband and wife and turned it into something beautiful. These girls need to be able to show Sarah how much they love her for what she has been put through. This is something they have chosen because that is what their entire life experience has taught them and they dont know any other way. We and they are very familiar about the risks of STDs and these girls will do everything they know how to protect themselves. We have taken precautions with the security guards and have each of them screened regularly for STDs just in case the girls decide to take things in that direction some day. I hope they don't, but at least we know they will be safe if it happens. I can honestly tell you that Sarah has changed a lot since this whole thing started and it has all been for the better. Those two girls will do anything for Sarah and were not about to interfere. We are just going to stand back and allow them to chose their path with a little bit of guidance here and there to keep them on track. Again I hope you and Tina can accept the way things are here now. You are likely to see a lot of things here that you wont see anywhere else. Please, for Sarahs sake, dont quit on us. Geri was lost in thought. She looked at Nancy and said, Thats a tall order. I will have to think about it. Ill explain everything to Tina when she gets here and well decide together. I know this is going to surprise her. I wont be seeing her until Monday morning as Im staying here for the whole time. I promise I wont make a decision until we have talked at length. Now if youll help me up, Ill go make sure that the therapy room has been set up right. I trust the girls to do the things Sarah needs done. They are very conscientious about that. They really do love Sarah. That much I know. When Geri finally was helped up by Nancy, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Laura was totally unaware of the drama with Nancy and Geri and was focused on Sarah, Aminda and Michelle. Tom had finished handing the two reins to Sarah and backed a step away. He pulled a hand held radio out of his pocket and handed it to Sarah and said to Aminda and Michelle, Take good care of her girls. Well see you when you get back. Sarah, if you need anything at all, just call us on that radio. Nancy and I both have one, as will Nurse Geri. The frequency is monitored by all of the security team. If you call for help, they will have an immediate fix on you because it has a GPS locater in it. Well see you when you get back. He turned away and walked up to Nancy who was now standing by herself. They both watched as Aminda began explaining about things to Sarah before they took off. Aminda waited until Tom had walked away and when she saw that he was standing with Nancy far enough away she said quietly so only Sarah and Michelle would hear, Mistress Sarah. We have a lot of things planned for today. But before we begin you need to know how to steer us in the sulky. You have two reins. Pull the right one and well turn right. Pull the left one and well turn left. Pull them both gently at the same time and well slow down but if you pull on them hard then well stop. If you pull them to stop us, normally you would put your foot on the brake to slow the cart down. Because you cant use your feet we have rigged it so that you can push the brake down with your hand. To get us to go you have some choices. In the holder in front of you is a control to dildos in our cunts that can vibrate or shock. You can cause them to vibrate or shock to get us to go as one way. You can just shake the reins and say giddy up and well go. The final way is the buggy whip that is in the whip holder in the center of the buggy. You can use the whip to crack between us to get us to go or you could actually whip us to get us to go. Just tell us how you want to do it and well follow your lead. The first place well be going is your moms cabin, by the way. Sarah said, I think giddy up should be something you like so lets go with the vibrator going off. The stronger the vibration, the faster you go. If it is at its maximum you go as fast as you can. So lets see how that works. She picked up the control to the vibrators and placed the radio in the empty holder. She punched the vibrate button on the left side and turned the knob up to its middle setting. Aminda and Michelle felt the middle setting go off and they began to step off in a high step. They went down the trail to the cabins and picked up speed as they went until they were going at a moderate pace. They couldnt see it but Sarah was smiling like she had just been given a brand new car for her birthday. She used the vibrator control and turned it down. When the vibrations slowed down in her pony girls cunts they slowed down as well. Then she turned it up to its maximum just to see what it would be like. Aminda and Michelle took off at an extremely fast past, never breaking form. This was something they were extremely good at and it showed. Sarah decided that she would have to ask them about how they were trained when she got the chance. She turned the knob down to the middle setting again and her pony girls slowed down. Finally the three girls arrived at the cabin and Sarah pulled back on the reins hard like she had been told to do. Aminda and Michelle both groaned in pain as the reins pulled hard on their clamped nipples and clit. The added stimulation from the pain also sent the two girls into an orgasm. Sarah watched in amazement as they both stood there and shook. Aminda was the first of the two to get over her orgasm. She took her leather mouthpiece out and gasped, If youll give us a minute, well unhook ourselves and well show you our second surprise of the day. Aminda and Michelle began to unhook the reins from their rings. They had decided earlier that for convenience, Michelle would leave the dildo gag in. When they were free of the reins, Michelle went to the back of the cart and got the wheelchair while Aminda went up to Sarah and had her climb on her back like she had the night before. When Michelle got there with the chair, Aminda squatted down until Sarah was seated in the chair. They then wheeled her into the cabin. Once they opened the door to the one room cabin and entered, Sarah gasped out, Oh My. She saw that the cabin had been converted into a dungeon. There were four distinct areas to the dungeon. Immediately to the right of the door, which was on the very far left side of the wall, was a St. Andrews Cross. Beside it was a cabinet with all manner of clamps, weights and other torture devices. In the far corner to the right was a table with shackles at the four corners. That was also the corner of the cabin where there had been a small bathroom put in. There was a cabinet against the wall that had enema and douche equipment in it. The right corner on the opposite wall had a large support beam that had two hooks. There was a manila rope hanging from each one of the hooks. On the wall was hanging a large variety of whips, canes, paddles and other assorted devices for punishing a slave. In the far corner directly opposite the door was a gynecologist style table that had attachments that allowed the arm and legs to be extended out. There was a cabinet that had an assortment of electrical torture devices in it. After Aminda had led them through the cabin and explained everything she stopped back at the door and turned around to look at Sarah. She said, Mistress Sarah, You have a great need to do physical therapy with your arms and upper body. We will continue to do the normal exercises that are prescribed by the doctor but each day we will spend at least an hour in here so that you can exercise your arms. You may choose to whip, cane or do some other type of punishment to one or both of us as you wish to exercise. We ask that you refrain from using the other equipment until such time as you are able to walk again. That will give you some motivation to get better. When you get feeling fully back in your feet we will open up the water sports area. When you are able to move your legs you will get to play with the clamps and weights. Finally when you are able to walk again, you will be able to use the electrical torture station. That is the only thing that we ask of you. What do you think of surprise number two? Sarah exclaimed, I never even imagined having access to something like this. I heard Karens story and some of your story but never imagined what a real dungeon must be like. Are you sure that you want me to whip you and punish you here every day? Aminda answered, That is what a mistress does with their slaves. When you have been trained like we have, you get to the point where the pain is just another form of foreplay. We hate the pain as we go through it but it gets us to a point where the pain mixes with the pleasure and we get better and longer cums because of it. We have been trained to the point where that is almost the only way we can really enjoy sex. The other stuff we do is fun and feels good but it just isnt enough anymore. Karen also feels that way. We only asked for a fraction of what is here. She sent back almost the entirety of Mistress Brittanys dungeon knowing full well what we were planning for you. She wanted you to have access to everything here or she wouldnt have sent it here for you to use. Now we want to do one more thing to make your homecoming complete. Are you ready for surprise number three? Sarah shook her head yes so Aminda turned and left the cabin. Michelle pushed Sarah to the drivers side of the cart. Aminda again squatted down so Sarah could get on her back and when she had her arms around her neck she stood up and turned around. She backed up until Sarah could sit on the cart seat and let go. Aminda helped Sarah get situated while Michelle put the wheelchair back on the back of the cart. When they were done they both went back to the front of the cart and hooked up the reins. Before they started out, Aminda said, We arent going to tell you where we are going next but you will figure it out before we get there. When you do, please let us continue. We have a very special surprise there for you. We know it will be difficult for you but we feel it is important for us to go there. Now lets get going. Sarah turned the vibrators on at a moderate setting and the two pony girls took off. It took them the better part of an hour to get to the path that led to the waterfall. Sarah had figured out a long time ago that, that was their destination. She had mixed feelings about going there. That was where her current nightmare had begun. She just hoped that she could do it without breaking down. The memory of what happened scared her tremendously. Sarah noticed that the path through the woods had been improved tremendously since the shooting. She began to get more excited and more fearful as they got closer to the waterfall. When they finally broke through the woods and entered the clearing Sarah was in tears. She exclaimed through her tears, Its beautiful. As they entered what had been a large open grassy area, the entire area had been landscaped. There was a covered gazebo with picnic bench in the center. Sarah noticed that there was a picnic lunch set out on the table. And her mom and dad were there as well as Geri. There were all manner of flowers planted at the edge of the woods. At the waters edge they had dumped enough sand to create a beach for them to sun on. There was even a spot where someone that was in a wheel chair could be led out to the water and get in where the water wasnt too deep. Aminda and Michelle took the cart right up to the gazebo and stopped. They unhooked themselves completely from the cart and this time Michelle took the dildo gag out. Aminda then helped Sarah off of the cart while Michelle got the chair. They then wheeled her to the picnic table where they all sat down for lunch. Aminda and Michelle noticed that there was a blouse set in the places where they were to sit. They looked at Nancy who said, Please put the blouses on while we have lunch. Geri is still a little uncomfortable with all of this. She has had a lot sprung on her today so we thought it would be better if you covered up for lunch. You can go back to the way you were dressed once we leave. Okay? Aminda picked up the blouse without saying a word and put it on. That was all that Michelle needed to know and immediately followed suit. They sat down for a nice family picnic lunch. Tom said, Sarah, for as long as you can remember this place has been a special sanctuary for the family. This is where we always came to get away from everything. When you were shot here, we were afraid that you would never want to come back and enjoy this place with us again. Your mother and I decided that we would fix it up for you and make it into something you could really enjoy. We hope you find that you can come here and enjoy yourself. We have put a combination of audio and video monitors throughout the woods for a half mile around this location. There is now no way anyone can sneak up on this site without us knowing about it in plenty of time to get you out. That is one of the reasons for the radio you carry. No matter where you are on the estate, you are only a couple of minutes away from all the help you would ever need. Each of you will always have a security guard that are nearby and that can get to you in seconds but Im talking a full response team within a couple of minutes. I want you to be able to come out here and enjoy yourself like you always have. This is our way of trying to help you through this rough patch in your life. What do you think? Sarah was sobbing in happiness. She couldnt believe the lengths that her mom and dad had gone to in order for her to make this, her favorite place feel safe for her again. She looked at her mom and dad and said, I love it. If I could get up I would hug you both. I was so afraid to come back here but now that Im here and see how much youve changed it for me, so that we can enjoy it so much more its just so beautiful. Its like its a completely different place but is still the same. Thank you both. Aminda and Michelle, thank you for your gifts as well. I never imagined how much you guys loved me to do all you have done for me. Thank you. She started sobbing so hard at that point she couldnt speak any more. Aminda and Michelle were on either side of her and leaned over to hug her. Both of them whispered in her ear, I love you too Mistress. 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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 67 By Redlegtiger Edited by msboy8 [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Join the conversation at http://groups.google.com/group/redlegtigers-tigers-den or at http://www.rppstories.com/forum/index.php?board=25.0 which is the URL for the Redlegtigers Lair where you can comment on all of my stories as well as many fantasies and stories of fans. We would love for you to drop in and comment, leave pictures or even post a story or fantasy yourself. Redlegtigers Tigers Den Chat: Every Wednesday evening from 7 pm to 11 pm Central U.S. time, I will be conducting a live group chat. Come and join the conversation. Just about all topics are discussed. Meet some of the real life people that have inspired characters in the story. The chat is on Windows Live Messenger(Formerly MSN messenger). Just use [email protected] or [email protected] to IM me or guilty and join the conversation. Chapter 67, Freshman Year at Clearview Over the next couple of weeks, the girls focused on finishing their cave dungeon. Sarah continued to improve and feel more and more sensations in her legs and had graduated in her therapy from just manipulation of her legs to keep her muscle tone firm to actually walking along with stiff braces to support her legs and parallel bars to help support her standing up. The doctors prognosis was that if she kept to her therapy faithfully, she would most likely gain full use of her legs again. By the end of the two weeks, they had installed the septic tank and ran a sewer line to it for the water sports area and for a bathroom. The running water was piped in from the water fall. The hot water was provided by an in line water heater that heated the water as it was used. The guards were very happy with their handy work and the daily romps they had with the girls. Sarah, in the two weeks, became more and more demanding of Aminda and Michelle. She made them wait on her for every little thing. She stopped letting them sleep in the bed with her but wouldnt let them sleep in their room either. She made them sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed without covers or clothing. When she had them take her around in the pony cart, she made it a point to whip them with her whip at every little perceived infraction, whether or not there was one. The tortures in the Cabin were getting longer and crueler as well. It all escalated gradually and Aminda and Michelle took it all in stride. They were just slaves and knew that they needed to accept whatever their mistress did to them. On this particular Friday morning though, they were getting ready to go in and enroll in the local public school. Tom and Nancy had wanted to home teach the girls but Sarah wouldnt hear of it. She protested and threw a fit like she usually did before everything started with Karen in order to get her way. Finally Tom and Nancy left it up to a vote between the three girls to let them decide. They didnt know just how much power that Sarah had over the three girls and that taking a vote was the same as letting Sarah decide. Aminda and Michelle both voted to go to public school because that was what Sarah wanted. It didnt matter what they wanted. So they found themselves in the car on the way to the school. It was the first day and they needed to go in with Tom and Nancy to be enrolled. Because they were all together, Tom and Nancys Security team provided security at the school. The guards for the girls stayed behind and moved the dungeon equipment from the cabin to the cave. They spent the day getting the place perfect for their little sex angels as they began to think of them. They were rightfully proud of what they had done for the girls in the cave. When you walked in the lights came on immediately. If they were on, they flickered on and off to warn the ones in the cave that someone was on their way in. It would give them time to escape out through the pool and waterfall and warn the guards that were in proximity. That way they could check up on the uninvited guests. They thought it was a rather ingenious addition to the cave. Up in Washington during the two weeks, Karens depression deepened and doggyslut fueled her feelings of guilt and self blame. She spent all of her time beside Carls or Sams Bedside. Carl had been taken in to surgery three more times to correct problems from being shot in the stomach. He had developed gangrene twice from fecal material getting into the stomach cavity. He was still under intensive care and hadnt recovered enough but for a single day after the second operation to converse with anyone. When he saw Karen sitting there he brushed his hand through her hair and told her he was happy that she was alive and uninjured. That just added fuel to Karens feelings of guilt. Sam was slowly recovering. The side of her face that had been shattered from the bullet was healing, but she was braced from the neck up so that she wouldnt put any pressure on that side of her face. Greg had turned over the day to day operations to his next most senior agent. He stayed in contact with the telephone, but he wasnt providing security any more other than to keep an eye on Karen. Brittany had healed enough by this time that they decided to begin to take her out of the Coma. Her bandages still needed to be changed daily but she had healed sufficiently that there were only a few places that still needed covering. When the full bandages came off, she was a hideous shadow of her previous self. She had multiple grafts of skin over her face and body that left her features distorted and gnarled as if she had been severely burned. When she came out of her coma, she saw Angie sitting there on her bed. She looked around the room in a panic but didnt seem to find what she was looking for. Finally she turned to Angie and asked, What are you doing here slut? Angie responded with righteous anger, Still the same ole Brittany. The organization tortures you to near death like they did many others, myself included, and thats all you can say. Im the only one here to talk to so at least be civil. If it was up to me, Id put you through the same hell that you put us through at school. Brittany panicked at Angie saying she was the only one. She blurted out, Wheres Mistress Karen. She is my savior. I cant go on without her. Angie got up and left the room without saying anything. She went to the room where Karen was. She said Karens name several times and didnt get a response. Finally she put her hand on Karens shoulder to get her attention. When Karen looked at her, Angie was surprised at how haunted the look in her eyes was. She finally said, Brittany is out of her coma and is asking for Mistress Karen. Can you come in and assure her that you are here. Shes being her typical nasty self with me. Karen sighed deeply. She didnt want to leave Carls side but she did know that Brittany needed her. She was just another failure of hers that has now come to roost. She got up and followed Angie back to her room. When she entered, Brittany exclaimed, There you are my mistress. I was afraid that you left me. Please be with me my mistress. Karen looked at her sternly and said, I have been with you for over a month now. I have others that I have to look after. If you need a mistress to serve then serve Angie in my place. She has suffered just as much or more than you have and deserves your reverence and respect. I want you to consider any order she gives the same as mine. Dont bother me again unless I come to you. Karen turned and left the room. Brittany and Angie stared at her as she left. What she had said surprised both of them. Brittany looked at Angie with fear. She had just been extremely rude to her and now she was going to have to obey her. Thats what her savior had told her. She couldnt disobey her savior Karen. She was obviously too busy. Brittanys mental state was that of a little girl. The adult, cocksure Brittany was gone forever and left behind was the unsure little girl that she was before her mothers boyfriend tried to force her to have sex with her when she was 13. She still had memories of her time in the organization but that had led to them turning on her and trying to kill her. That forced her to have to turn her back on everything they stood for. She finally, fearfully turned to Angie and said, This miserable excuse for a human being has greatly disserved and abused you in the past. For that I ask your mercy for I know that you can never forgive me. But my savior has ordered that I obey you as I would her so I am yours to commandMistress Angie. This was a turn of events that surprised Angie. She decided that she wouldnt do anything yet but if Karen left her in charge of Brittany when they got to this estate to live, then she would make her life hell for her. Until then she would treat her civilly. She finally looked at Brittany and said, For now, you just lay there and heal. When you are well enough we will go back to Karens. I dont know if Karen will leave me in charge of you there but if she does, I will give you your orders then. Until then, you will treat me and any other former slave as if they were your master or mistress. Dont ever treat one like you did me when you first saw me. I will punish you for that when we get back to the estate. That I promise you. Brittany lay back on the bed with a single tear at the corner of her eye. She knew deep down that Angie, no Mistress Angie would exact revenge on her. It was what she deserved for what she had done to her and the other students. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep. Angie sat on her bed, all thoughts of Brittany gone from her mind. She was very worried about Karen. That look on her face scared her more than anything. She remembered that look on the faces of the drudge slaves at Clearview, especially the ones that were closest to giving up on life. She knew that she had to do something. But she didnt know what. For Sarah, Aminda and Michelle in LA, they were enrolled in school. They were able to meet with the principal and the school counselors. It was determined that Sarah was going to redo her Freshman year while Aminda and Michelle would be put in their Sophomore year. Arrangements were made for their security to be on campus but not allowed to be with the girls in the classroom. When they explained that there was a group of people that were trying to kill the girls, they readily agreed to the additional security being available. The principal and staff also signed nondisclosure agreements about anything that happened to the girls at the school. After they were enrolled, they were dismissed until Monday when the first day of classes would really begin. When they got back to the estate, their guards were waiting for them. Gar spoke for the other two guards saying, Sarah, we have a little something for you, Aminda and Michelle. We would like to make it a surprise for you so when you get settled in, well take you there. The three girls knew that they were working on the cave. They didnt think they would get it done in a day though. They rushed up to their rooms and changed into more comfortable clothes. Sarah grabbed her digital recorder and the three quickly made it down to where the guards were waiting. As soon as the girls joined the guards, they helped them into the back seat of their SUV and then blindfolded them. The three guards got into the front seat and they drove out to the cave. After parking the car in a secluded spot where it couldnt be easily seen, they helped the girls out of the car. With them still blindfolded, Gar pushed Sarahs wheelchair while Aminda and Michelle held the handles of the chair. He led them up the trail to the cave entrance. The guards were quite proud of the fact that it looked completely natural. Gar led the girls into the cave while the other two guards stayed outside. Once they were inside the entrance, Gar said, You can take off your blindfolds now. The girls all quickly reached up and removed their blindfolds. They looked around in amazement as they took in their new fully functional and equipped dungeon. As they were turning around and looking at everything, Gar radioed Harry and told him to come in. As he passed the hidden sensor, the lights flashed on and off. When it did the girls looked at Gar and Sarah asked, Was that a short in the power supply? Gar smiled and said, No Sarah that was the sensor warning us that someone is coming into the cave. As you can see now, Harry is coming in. We decided that we would provide some way to warn you if someone discovered the cave and tried to come in while you were in here. One of us will always be at this side of the tunnel to the cave. We will know if it is someone that we trust through the radio. But if we dont know who it is, we want you to assume they are up to no good and jump in the pool and swim out through the waterfall. You have about 30 seconds from the time the lights blink until they make their way in here. It will also warn the guard in here with you guys that something isnt right and he will be prepared for trouble. So what do you think of our little surprise for our favorite girls? Sarah rolled over to him and held her arms up. Gar leaned down and Sarah pulled him down and gave him a deep sensuous kiss with a lot of tongue. When she finally came up for air she said, My two slaves and I thank you for all of your hard work. If you get out of those clothes, Ill have them show you how much they appreciate your efforts. Gar stripped down as fast as could be possible. Aminda and Michelle started stripping as well. Soon the two of them were approaching Gar from either side. They immediately knelt down in front of him. Aminda took his cock into her hand and leaned in to suck on it. Michelle reached under her and began to knead his balls with her hand. She leaned down under Aminda and began to lick and suck his balls into her mouth. They continued to suck him for a couple of minutes and then Aminda pulled off, sucking hard on his prick until it popped out of her mouth with an audible popping sound. Aminda leaned back and looked at him saying, Lie down so we both can fuck you as our mistress wants. Gar quickly sat down then leaned back until he was lying down. Aminda straddled him, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her cunt as she squatted down on it. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his cock. At first Michelle tried to lick the joined cock and cunt but Aminda was fucking him so fast that it really wasnt adding anything to the experience. Finally she got up and straddled his head and lowered her cunt onto his face so he could eat her out. Soon Michelle was experiencing a wonderfully nice cum. Her feelings of pleasure were passed on to Aminda who was close to cumming anyway. She tripped into an orgasm just as Michelles was ending. Soon Aminda was screaming in glorious pleasure. The contractions and spasms in her cunt finally sent Gar over the edge and he began cumming. As soon as he was finished, Aminda got off of him as did Michelle. Sarah waited a couple of minutes for Gar to catch his breath and finally said, Radio Harry come in. You change places with him and well give him the same as you got. Dont tell him why their being requested to come in. I want it to be a surprise for them. Once we get done with Harry, then well give Trip a go at it as well. Then give us some time to relax. Gar did as requested and changed places with Harry. They quickly had him out of his clothes and fucked him like they did Gar. This time though, Michelle was the one fucking him and Aminda got eaten out. She didnt bother to tell the guy that Gar had cum in her just moments before. They had a great old time until Harry came. When they were done, they had Harry call in Trip. This time they helped Sarah up out of her chair and held her by her back and thighs on either side. When Trip was naked and lying on his back, they moved over him with Sarah between them. They didnt have to do anything to get him excited because his cock was rampant in expectation. Aminda and Michelle knelt down on either side of him and lowered their mistress down. Aminda reached down and guided his cock into her cunt as they lowered her. When his cock was seated fully in Sarahs cunt they began to lift her up and down, fucking her on his cock. They kept this up until Sarah had two orgasms. She ordered them to lift her off and let her suck him the rest of the way off. They lifted her up and Trip stood up, presenting his stiff cock, coated with Sarahs juices, to her. She took him into her mouth and sucked him with a passion until he came. When Sarah finished with Trip she asked him to go back out of the cave. After he left, Sarah turned to Michelle and said, I want to hear the rest of your story. With school starting next week, we wont have much time to do things. Well be limited to weekends mostly. So lets go over to the lounge area where they put in the home theater and lets finish the story. At least we have some comfortable furniture there for us to sit on now. The three went over to the corner of the cave where they had a 60 inch flat screen plasma television mounted on the wall. They had even installed a surround sound system to give them the best sound. They could watch movies here and really enjoy themselves. This time though they were just going to relax and finish the story. Sarah set the digital recorder on the coffee table and she sat in the chair while Aminda and Michelle sat in a love seat that was opposite the chair. Once they were all settled Michelle began to tell the last part of her story. The morning after the party, we woke up together in our stable. We were on opposite sides of the stall when we woke up. I saw that Aminda was covered with cum, but not very heavily. Whether it was her I smelled or myself Ill never know. I think it was both of us though and maybe a little bit from Valerie. I was lying on that side of the stall that shared a wall with the stall she was in. I could hear her crying. I wanted to hug her and tell her that it would be okay but didnt dare. I knew we didnt have much time before we were shipped out and I sure didnt want to be crated up with any more whip marks than I already got last night. That last whipping session we got reminded me of the time we were hung up in the gymnasium at Clearview for the auction. I hurt all over and I knew that Aminda did too. I crawled over to Aminda and soon was cuddling with her. That is the one way that I feel the most comfortable, in the arms of my Aminda. No matter what happens to us, as long as Im with her I know it will be all right. It was about an hour after we woke up that we were made to get up and clean out the stall one last time. We went through the normal morning routine. After we had brought our two horses off and delivered their cum to the collection room, we were taken to the clean up area. There we were sprayed down with a powerful hose until the majority of the cum was washed off of us. The spray was so hard that it hurt like hell on our bruised bodies from the whippings. They even forced the nozzle of the hose into our cunts and ass. We were essentially given a cold water enema. They held the darn things in our ass until we looked five months pregnant and then made us evacuate our bowels there at the wash area. This was repeated three more times until nothing but clear water came out of our asses. After that we were scrubbed down with a stiff horse brush. As much as the water spray hurt it didnt compare to the pain caused by the stiff bristles of the brush. They seemed to pay an extraordinary amount of time on our cunts and tits too. It was while we were out at the cleaning area that we found out what really happened to puntapet. She and the rich bitch were hooked up to a heavy cart and hauling manure and other compost material to the composting pile. The two were both pierced and chained up like they had done puntapet at the party the night before. When you watched them, you could see that they were hurting and every step they took caused them more pain in one of their sensitive organs. I shuddered at the thought of having to live in constant pain like that. When our bodies were a bright red color from the scrubbing they sprayed us down again. They washed our hair out twice after that. After shampooing our hair and rinsing it out the second time, they took shears and cut our hair completely off. They handed the hair to another slave who took our pony tail butt plugs and began to braid the hair they just cut off into the hair already in the plug. This made the tail look lush and thick like it is now. When they cut our hair, we both knew we were being prepared for shipment. They wouldnt have cut our hair otherwise. We were dried off and led into another building that we hadnt been to during our stay at the Baybee Ranch. I wont bore you with the details but when we entered, there were our shipping crates. We were prepared for shipment this time, just like we were the last. This time though, we had some extra baggage to take with us. The butt plugs were put in a storage box and attached to one of the inside walls of the crate. They packed our individual trophies for us to take home as well. Mistress Baybee kept the overall trophy but she sent home each of our trophies for our masters and mistresses to display. Well have to ask Karen to have the FBI get them for us. It wasnt long before we were hooked up with the dildos and the crate nailed shut. After that it was a bumpy trip to the port and finally the two week trip by ship to Seattle Seaport and then on home. We were allowed to sleep and wake normally and when we got home, they didnt knock us out like they did when we arrived in Australia. We were delivered to Clearview during the first week in July. We were both taken home for the summer. We didnt know at the time, but all of our pony gear was delivered to Martas Kennels where we would go whenever one of our masters or mistresses wanted to put us through our paces. Nothing special really happened that summer. To say it was a summer like a normal 15 year old would experience would be a lie. All four of our Masters and Mistresses worked so we were locked up in the dungeon or in the kennel behind Master Darrels house. That was the kennel he specially built for doggyslut. We spent about half of the summer locked up in the kennel. We expected to see Lisa at some point during the summer but that never happened. They never let us out to go play like they did before we were sent to Clearview so we couldnt go check on her. We didnt dare ask about her either because that would get us punished. She was a slave and what happened to a slave was no ones business, especially to another slave. We were tortured nightly in some manner by either Master Darrell, Mistress Tyree or Master Keith and Mistress Jenny. They would rotate turns abusing and torturing us. We were frequently tortured separately but most of the time we were together. We were a pair and that was how they treated us most of the time. I wanted to scream and tell them that we were a threesome and that Lisa belonged with us as well but I had been trained too well to speak out. I lived in mortal fear that I would upset one of our masters or mistresses and Aminda was the same way. We never did ask what happened to our best friend and they never volunteered. When school started we were taken back to Clearview. When we were taken out to the car for the ride to the school, I noticed that it was pulling a trailer. When we got to Clearview, we werent taken to the sub dorms like all of the rest of the students. We were taken to the horse barn. They had decided that we would live at the school as pony girls instead of students. The good thing was that Aminda and I were both put in the same stall. There was a tack room at the end of the aisle where they put our equipment to include the sulky. When we arrived at the barn, Master Darrell handed us our pony girl outfits that we wear now. He ordered, I want you to get into your pony gear now. We are going to go up to the headmistress house. We quickly got into our pony girl outfits and then went out and hooked ourselves up to the sulky. Master Darrell got in and cracked the buggy whip in the center of each of our backs to get us going. He knew that we didnt need to be whipped to get us going but he took great joy in causing us pain every chance he got. We were driven to the trail around the field in front of the college dorms and Master Darrell began to crack the whip frequently and shaking the reins. He made us run around the trail around the field several times. When he started, there were just a few people moving stuff into the college dorm. By the end of our third trip around the field, there were over a hundred spectators watching us. During the whole time Master Darrell continued to alternate whipping us. He began to spread where he whipped us around and even whipped us so that the whip came around our sides and caught the sides of our tits. Finally Master Darrell decided he had shown off his pony girls enough and guided us up the ramp to the quad in front of the Dom and sub dorms where we assembled in the morning. We trotted right through the quad, to the main entrance of the school. When we got to the front entrance, he made us turn left and steered us to the Headmistress house. Once we got there, he parked the buggy on the circular drive in front of the steps leading up to the front door. Master Darrell got out of the sulky and went up the stairs. The door opened and he went inside. Soon Mistress Lynn was coming down the stairs with him. The two of them got into the cart and soon Master Darrell was whipping us to a full run. He took us back to the trail in front of the college dorm and ran us around the field. After the first time around, he handed the reins and the whip to Mistress Lynn and taught her the way to pull the reins. She then proceeded to whip us over and over as she made us run around the field on the trail. After three laps we headed back to her house. When we arrived, Mistress Brittany was standing there waiting for us. As soon as Mistress Lynn got down, she got on and we were again made to take them around to the trail in front of the college dorm. When Mistress Brittany was handed the whip and reins, she was crueler than the Headmistress. She whipped us cruelly and often. She made sure that the tip of the whip would always wrap around and catch our tits or pussies. She seemed very adept at inflicting the maximum amount of pain no matter what type of torture it was. For the rest of the first day, we took each of the faculty members that wanted to on a run around the same trail. We were approaching exhaustion after being made to pull two people on the cart at almost a full run over and over from midmorning to late afternoon. Finally Master Darrell drove us over to the barn. Waiting there was a pair of senior Dom students. We were turned over to them to be cleaned and put in our stall for the night. The two senior Dom students were brother and sister fraternal twins. They were very active in rodeo with her being a top ranked barrel racer and he was a top ranked bronco rider. They were assigned to be our student masters. Freshman subs were always assigned to a senior Dom or Domme for the year. It seemed that our twin masters were going to be putting us through our paces during the year. That first time they quickly took off our outfits, making note of how they went on. After that they took us to the area of the stable where they cleaned the horses. They sprayed us down and then began to scrub us with the horse brushes and saddle soap. They scrubbed us down until we were a bright red color all over. Then they both took turns making us suck them off. Once we had sucked off one then we swapped and sucked the other one off. The whole time they were pinching and pulling on our nipples. When they were done, they led us to our stall. They hung feeding bags on our heads filled with slave gruel and then left. They didnt say one word to us the whole time. That was basically how they treated us for the whole school year. The twin masters never spoke to us in any manner other than like we were real ponies. If we tried to talk to them, we would be punished severely for speaking. They would ask us yes or no questions periodically and we had to answer with a neigh for yes and two neighs for no. I tried to ask a question of them that first weekend and ended up being whipped for two hours as they each took delight in whipping my back and front raw. They put a speaker up in our stall so that we would hear the bells and announcements in the barn. In the mornings we had to clean our stalls out and then go and participate in the morning exercises on the quad. After exercising we would run back to the barn and wash off in the cold water and eat our breakfast which was in our feed bags waiting for us when we got done. After breakfast we would get into our dress pony gear and then go off to classes. They made us wear the pony gear without the clamps while we attended classes. Any time a master came to the school or if the headmistress or Mistress Brittany wanted us we would be pulled out of class. When that happened, we had to go from the classroom to the barn to put the clamps on. We would hook up to the sulky and then run to the front entrance of the school where they would be waiting. This happened numerous times per week. In the afternoons after classes, if we werent being used to take masters and mistresses around, our twin masters would take us to the trail in front of the college dorm and run us there. They would allow their classmates opportunities to whip us and guide us. We spent most afternoons and evenings being trained like we were at the Baybee Ranch. They hadnt had any formal training but I assumed that they watched a training video to learn what to do. Shortly after the start of the fall semester, we heard construction going on at the back of the barn. We had no idea what was going on but our student master and mistress were very involved in it as was Headmistress Lynn. They warned us not to even try to go to the back of the barn where they were doing the construction. The warning came with a threat to send us through the maze again so we made absolutely no effort to find out. All of the pony girl training they made us do never allowed us time to study, and missing all of those classes they pulled us out of made it that much harder to keep caught up on our home work. We had to frequently stay up past the curfew to study. That wasnt enough though and our grades fell from straight As to mostly As and Bs during the fall semester. During the spring semester, it seemed as if we were being called out of more classes than we attended. Our grades suffered because of it and our twin masters began to have noon time punishment sessions for us because of it. We would be made to go to the barn where we would be stripped out of our pony gear and then whipped for fifteen minutes. Then we were made to put the pony gear back on over our sensitive whipped areas, eat and go back to classes. As our grades suffered, the whippings became more and more severe. During spring break, instead of letting us go home, they made us stay at Clearview. At first we thought it was because of our grades but that was cleared up first thing the Saturday morning that spring break started. After we cleaned up our stalls, we were taken to the exercise quad. There in the quad were 6 other slaves, Angie included. The twin masters got up and the boy announced, All of you girls that are here with bitchpup and headpup have been selected by their master or mistress to be trained as a pony girl. Since they have been back this year, our resident pony girls have made a big hit with the masters and mistresses. You are the first to be selected. Three of you will be matched up with bitchpup and three will be matched up with headpup. They will be your slave pony trainers. You will obey them like they were your masters. They answer to us, the Headmistress and Mistress Brittany. You will be punished for any failure to learn how to be a proper pony girl and they will receive the same punishment that you do. This week you will live, breath and eat pony girl. From now on as well, you will live in a stall at the barn, just as they have since the beginning of the school year. Now all of you go to the barn. There is a tailor there that will measure you for your pony girl harnesses. Then you will spend the rest of the day training. Bitchpup and Headpup stay here for a minute. The six girls left to go to the barn. As soon as they left, the twin mistress spoke up saying, For the rest of the year, you will be responsible for training the new pony girls. This is a test run. If you are successful training these girls, you will train pony girls for the rest of your time at Clearview. We will be there to observe and learn the training techniques that you were trained with. We have been selected to be the master and mistress responsible for training pony girls and boys in the foreseeable future. When we graduate this spring, we will be granted a full ride scholarship for the college as long as we are making progress training pony girls. So believe me when I say that we will be highly motivated to make sure that you are doing a good job training the girls. Now the school purchased all of the same equipment that you were trained on at the Baybee Ranch. The new extension on the barn has been designed specifically for pony girl training. The stall that you will be staying in from now on is in the new section. Your school books and supplies have already been transferred to your new stall. We will expect that you will tell us anything that is pertinent to training the new girls. We also lift the ban on you speaking as long as it is for the purpose of training the new pony girls. Do you have any questions? Aminda was the first one to speak up and said, When we were being trained, we had a male horse sharing the stall with us. The purpose was for us to learn to mimic the movements of the horse as closely as possible. Of course they made us suck off, or fuck the stallion three times a day and turn the cum in for collection. Are we going to make the new girls do that? The male twin answered, Thank you for bringing that to our attention. Ill bring it up to the headmistress. Im sure she will want to approximate the training as closely as possible. Now go down to the barn. You will find that each of you has a flogger added to your stall. That is what you will use to punish the girls as you train them. Be warned that you better train them well because you will be punished for each girls failures. The goal is to get them to be as close to as good as you are as possible. We rushed to the barn and went straight to the new section. We walked around the new barn looking with amazement. The stalls each had the ponys slave name on the door. We were allowed to both be in a stall but they werent. In the center of the aisle down the middle was a duplicate of the mechanical trainer that we were trained on after school started. We made it to our new stall and we each found our books stacked in one of the corners with a flogger sitting on top of it. When the girls were finished being measured for their pony gear, Aminda brought them in to the barn and showed them their stalls. Once they were acquainted with their stall we brought them out, lined them up in a single line and had them count off by twos. The girls with one went to Aminda and the girls with two were mine. We started their training that very day. Aminda put me through my paces to show them how to pony step, trot, gallop and run. Once we showed them how, we each took three girls and began to train them with the basic pony step. We spent the rest of the day running them through their paces. We used the flogger liberally like our trainers had done with us. I felt so powerful, being allowed to do the training of the new pony girls. I also was lucky to have Angie as one of mine. When it came to using the trainer in the barn, we would take one from each group. One of us would train the ones on the trainer and the other would train the others on the trail. Our spring break went real fast that way. By the end of the week, we had all six girls pony stepping pretty good. They werent performance quality yet, but neither were we after a week. At the end of the week, the headmistress finally approved of the horses residing in a stall with the pony girl. We went and selected the six most active of the stallions that werent jittery. We led them into each girls stalls and told them that from now on, they had to either suck or fuck the horse off three times a day. We also made sure they understood that they were to begin to mimic how the horses acted as close as humanly possible. Once school started back up, training occurred after the last class of the day. Essentially we trained the girls from 3:30 pm to 10 pm with a 30 minute break for dinner. After the first week back from Spring Break was when the whippings began. For every imagined or real failure of one of the new pony girls, they would be whipped for 10 minutes. If all three of the girls screwed up, we would be whipped for 30 minutes, 10 for each girl. The whippings always occurred at the end of training before we went to bed. We spent the first hour to hour and a half that we went to bed crying from our whippings. They knew that all of the training we were doing was keeping us from getting good grades, but that didnt matter to them. We were expected to find time in our busy days to do the homework we were supposed to do, even though they were taking the time we normally would do homework away from us by making us train the pony girls. When school let out for the summer, they kept us and the pony girls there to continue the training. By then the girls were beginning to get pretty decent. We stepped up the training and began to train them on trotting, galloping and running. We actually felt pretty good at what we were accomplishing. That June was when I turned sixteen. Aminda had already turned sixteen earlier. They called a break to the pony girl training at the request of Master Darrell. He said he had a special birthday party planned for Aminda and me. They released the pony girls to their master or mistress for two weeks. Because our grades had dropped down to a C average with a couple of Ds on our report card, Master Darrell, Mistress Tyree and Master Keith and Mistress Jenny were all mad at us for getting poor grades. When we were taken home for my birthday party, we were hauled immediately to the dungeon in Master Darrells basement. There they each took turns torturing us. It started out with us hung up, back to back, from cuffs on our wrists. They used a single spreader bar to chain both of our ankles to. Master Darrell and Mistress Tyree started by whipping our tits and pussies. He used the cat-o-nine tails and she used a flogger while they whipped us over and over. They walked around us and whipped us for 100 strikes of the whip. We had to count each and every one that was aimed at us. The problem was that sometimes they would be whipping Aminda and the tails of the whip would wrap around and strike me. The same thing happened frequently to Aminda when they whipped me. If we counted one of those accidental hits, they would start over at the beginning. If we missed a count we would start over. We ended up restarting the punishment six times because of a missed or erroneous count. By the end of the whipping, we had each been whipped almost 200 times. After they whipped us, Master Keith and Mistress Jenny proceeded to tie our tits. They first tied a slip knot in a rope and put it at the base of one of my tits. They pulled it tight and then began to wrap the rope around and around our tits. When they had my tits about the size of a baseball, and turning blue, they started on the other tit. They wrapped that tit until it too was puffed, swollen and turning blue. When they were done with me they pulled the rope around to Aminda and did her tits up the same way they did mine. Now our tits were already sore from the previous whipping. With them tied like they were they were getting more painful by the minute. Thats when the punishment really began. Master Darrell and Master Keith both had canes and began to cane our tied tits. They didnt make us count these. They knew that there would be little to no way that we would be able to with the pain they were going to cause. They proceeded to cane our tits. It hurt like hell considering that our tits had already been whipped to a nice red glow. Then with the added swelling from being tied causing my already tender tits to hurt even more the added insult of the caning had both of us screaming in agony in short order. After having our tits caned for a good ten minutes, they finally stopped. Master Darrell and Master Keith sat down and it was now Mistress Tyree and Mistress Jenny who got up. They had put on large strap on dildos while our tits were being caned. Mistress Tyree came up to me and Mistress Jenny came up to Aminda. They each had what looked like a whip but instead of leather strands, it had thin flexible plastic rods coming out of the handle. The plastic strands were covered with little balls about every quarter of an inch. They were set unevenly along the rods so that they werent at the same spot on each of the rods. The first thing the mistresses did was to step up and swing the whip underhanded into our cunts and clit. They proceeded to whip us for ten minutes with the dreadful things. They didnt stop until our cunts were a bloody mess which didnt take long with the many hard little plastic balls on the thin plastic rods. They were like getting hit with a dozen birch switches with knots all over them, all at the same time. When the mistresses were satisfied that our cunts were raw enough, that was when they stepped up and forced the large dildos into our sorely abused cunts. The one Mistress Tyree chose for me was a ten inch long by two and a half inch wide dildo with electrical strips on it. Every time she thrust in to the hilt, I was shocked by the dildo to add to the agony they were putting us through. Aminda was being fucked by a dildo similar to the one used on Valeries mom. Apparently they brought one back with them. I soon felt the agony and heard the screams of anguish from her. It was like I was feeling the experience of both of us. Aminda told me later that she felt the same way. Both Mistresses fucked us until they achieved their orgasms. Then they backed off, pulling their dildos out of us. They each took their dildo off of the strap and held it to our mouth for us to clean off. We opened our mouths like the dutiful slaves that we were and sucked the dildo into our mouths. When we had the dildos cleaned they went over to the lever that controlled the rope we were hanging from. They released the catch and let us fall to the floor. We were so exhausted that we just fell in a heap and lay there. Once we were on the floor, they took the ropes off of our tits. The pain of the blood rushing in and out of our tits caused us both to scream again. They took the spreader bar off for the moment. Then they turned us so that our sore and painful tits were smashed together. They put the spreader bar back on our ankles. After that they tied rough manila rope around our chest area to mash our abused tits together. It only took a couple of times around to keep us together sufficiently. They didnt want anymore of our backs covered than was necessary. When they were done tying us together, they lifted us back up by our wrists. Master Darrell and Master Keith then began to cane our backs and asses. They walked around and caned us over and over as they walked around. The cane hit not only our backs but our sides as well. They didnt stop until there was blood trickling down our backs where the cane had broken through the skin. When our masters were satisfied that our backs were bloody enough, they quit caning us. Next our mistresses stepped up. They had swapped dildos so that Aminda was getting the shocking dildo up her ass and I was getting the ringed pinching dildo up mine. The two of them began to fuck our ass with a passion. They fucked me until my ass was raw and bleeding and then they switched. They then fucked us in the ass again with me getting the shocking dildo in the ass and Aminda the ringed one. When they were satisfied with the damage done to Amindas ass they finally stopped. They took off the dildos and presented the blood and shit covered dildos to us. We dutifully sucked them clean like the good little slaves that we were. When our mistresses were done, our masters stepped up and they got behind us. Master Darrell started with me and Master Keith started with Aminda. They forced their cocks into our sore and bloody asses and began to fuck us. They fucked us for about five good strong strokes and then they pulled out. They walked around us and began to fuck the other one of us. They kept switching after about every fifth stroke in our ass. They did this until they came hard. With the pain and agony we were experiencing in our asses, there was no way we would come. When they were done fucking us in the ass, the mistresses got up and took the cats. They began to whip us on our sore and bleeding backs. Our masters left the room. They came back about fifteen minutes later pushing a large brazier filled with red hot coals. It had brands sticking out of it. After they let us down they retied us back to back, making sure to cause as much pain as possible to us. I knew what was coming. We were going to be pierced and branded. That was what they did when you had your permanent master assigned. I guess that at that point, both of our parents had decided they wanted to keep us. When they had us hanging up again with our tits out, they wheeled the brazier close to us. They started with Aminda first. They took a long needle out of the brazier and put the tip of the needle at the base of her nipple. He was just starting to push the red hot needle through when the FBI broke into the dungeon and arrested them. You know the rest of the story from there.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 37 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 37, The Sisters Cum All Night The next morning Karen was silently shaken awake. When she finally opened her eyes, she found her self looking into Aprils deep brown eyes. April reached in and ran a hand gently down Karens face and then took her hand and pulled her up saying, Good morning sunshine. We need to get busy and get breakfast ready for our boys. Karen finally woke up, smiled and asked, So you definitely are going to join? April answered, God yes. After last night there is absolutely no way you can keep me from being a sister and having all of these wonderful men at my disposal. Karen laughed and said, Okay then, lets go get breakfast started and we can talk while were at it. The two girls went down stairs and quickly began to fix breakfast for their fraternity brothers. Karen said, Ive already talked with Darren and Jack and they agreed that you should be president of the sisters. April gasped and exclaimed, Me president but you should be president. Karen giggled at the astonished look on Aprils face. She said, There is just one problem with that. Im not currently a student and so cant join a student organization. Ill be the primary recruiter and Sergeant of Arms until we recruit enough sisters, but you will be the President. We want to have about five girls join each semester if possible. And you and I are the ones that will need to find them. Then we have to come up with a plan for rush week and an initiation ceremony. April continued helping to prepare breakfast listening in silence and thinking. After several minutes of silence between them, she heard Karen say, By the way, I like the new look this morning. She was confused for a minute and then looked down and saw that she was naked as the day she was born. The look of shock on her face and the deep red blush from head to toe was priceless. She heard Karen add, It suits you. April got a smile on her face and answered back, Well if Im going to be a fuck bunny for all these dear boys, what better way to advertise? They both broke out laughing and were suddenly brought back to reality by a loud, Oh my god from the entrance to the kitchen. When they both turned they saw several of the frat brothers standing there like deer in headlights. Karen finally got their attention and asked, Are you guys just going to stand there gawking all day or do you want some breakfast. One of the ones in the back answered, I could stand here forever. I think I died and went to heaven. That seemed to break the ice and the guys came in and sat at the table as the girls started serving them breakfast giggling. They felt an occasional hand caress and knead there ass cheeks. One got bold enough to reach in between Karens thighs and put a finger in her cunt. Karen froze and spread her legs a bit to give him better access. She groaned in pleasure and then after a moment moved on. The other guys noticed what happened and the feels became more aggressive with more and more trying to cop a feel of both girls. When one of the guys got his hand on Aprils cunt, she took her cue from what she saw Karen do and spread her legs to allow for better access. As the guys that had classes left and new ones came in, the new ones picked up on what was going on and continued. After about twenty minutes of almost constant stimulation, both girls were at the precipice of a massive orgasm. When Darren and Jack came in they saw what was going on and that the girls werent protesting in any way. They sat down and when Karen brought Darrens and April brought Jacks breakfast they reached over and fucked the two girls with their fingers. The two guys looked at each other and without saying a word both leaned in at the same time and sucked on their girls clit. Both girls screamed out in ecstasy as they came at almost the same time. When they came back down to earth they heard applause and cheers from all of the boys left in the house. Darren quipped, Now that is what I call service with a smile. And everyone started laughing again. Karen announced, Alright guys, the funs over. You all have classes to go to and I dont want us sisters to be the cause of any of you flunking out. I tell you what, if every brother in the fraternity gets a 3.0 or better average on their grades at the end of the semester then we will make this permanent. But at any time one brothers grades fall below that, the clothes go back on. Darren quickly answered, Well have to put that up to a vote but I can already tell you that Im pretty sure it will be unanimous. So do we get to have the pleasure of seeing you girls like this until the end of the semester? Karen looked over at April who shook her head yes and answered, Thats a deal. But remember, if one of you falls below that grade point average on any semester, that brother will end it for everyone until everyones GPA is back above it. April looked at Darren and said, And I accept. Darren looked confused for a minute until he remembered his and Karens conversation and he asked, So youll be president of the sisters then? April shook her head yes and Darren got up and gave her a big hug. He took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes and said, Thank you. You just tell me what you need and Ill make sure you have it. As president of the fraternity, you and I will be working very closely on this. Just so you know, I have already submitted the application to make the sisters an officially recognized group on campus. We just need a couple of more members. They want at least three signatures from members of the organization and since Karen isnt enrolled in school, that means we have to recruit some more girls. Karen smiled and answered, You leave that to us. I think that by the end of February we will have the number we need to get started. I thought that we would set a limit of five new girls each semester. It shouldnt be too hard with a school as large as this. Now get going and leave the recruiting and planning to us. From that day forward, Karen and April became almost inseparable. Both girls had been so starved for a real friend that once they really found one they werent going to give them up. Karen taught April what traits to look for in a girl that indicated she would be an ideal candidate. When they found them, they would befriend them and help turn them from the mousy student hiding from the world and wishing for the world to notice them. They would then turn them into the beautiful swans they truly were and just as with April, they would turn them on to sex. Darren became the preferred suitor as he was so skilled at taking the girls cherries without them being hurt. During this time, April had been thinking about what kinds of activities they should do for the girls initiation and hell week. Finally she thought she had a good plan and when she discussed it with Karen, Karen only had had one thing she wanted to add. At first April refused but Karen asked her to try it at least once before deciding. After a lot of arguing back and forth, April finally agreed to give it a try with the understanding that if she didnt like it, then it would never be brought up again. It was early March then and Karen had finally gotten her two dogs trained as she wanted them. They now went to the bathroom outdoors and they had learned how to fuck on command and to allow a girl to suck them while lying on their backs. She decided that she and April would put on a private little show for Darren and Jack. On that Saturday afternoon, Darren and Jack wined and dined both girls like they had the night they took Aprils virginity. April, knowing what was coming was just as nervous this time as she was that first time. Finally the time came and they went to Karens room. As they entered Karen whispered in her ear, Just follow my lead. We will do this together so youll know that I am willing to do what I suggested to you. April just nodded her head yes because she was too nervous to say anything. When they closed and locked the door to the room, the two guys sat down in the chairs and Karen led April to the bathroom to strip. While there, Karen gave April a small glass of brandy to help calm her nerves. After a second glass, she asked, Are you ready? April shook her head and squeaked, Yes, its now or never. The two girls left the bathroom and went to the center of the room where they knelt in the slaves position facing each other. Karen called Duke and April called Baron. The dogs came to the person that called them and both girls ordered, Suck at the same time. The two dogs lied down on their back in front of the girl that had called them. April watched as Karen reached down and started to massage Dukes sheath and copied her exact actions. Karen watched April and Baron as she gently masturbated Dukes cock. When she saw that Barons cock had come out of its sheath far enough, she leaned in and took Dukes cock into her mouth. April followed suit and did the same with Baron. For the next few minutes they sucked the dogs cocks until Karen thought they were ready. She stopped and ordered, Duke fuck. April paused a few moments as she watched Duke get up and go behind Karen. She watched in amazement as he jumped up on Karens back. She saw Karen reach back and help guide Dukes cock into her cunt and was amazed at the look of shear ecstasy on her face when it was obvious that the dog was fucking her. Finally she overcame her nervousness and with determination to see it through ordered, Baron fuck. Baron got up and went behind April. She felt the heavy weight of the Saint Bernard land on her back and just like Karen she reached back and guided the cock into her dripping wet cunt. She felt the first lunge and the rapid beastly fucking motion. She felt the warm glow begin to spread rapidly from her cunt to the rest of her body. She felt the dogs cock expand more and more in her cunt. She felt something large trying to force its way in to her cunt. Karen had told her about the knot and what to expect but it was still disconcerting at first. She felt the knot force its way into her cunt and then begin to expand even further. When the Knot was fully seated, it expanded and put pressure right on Aprils G spot pushing her to a massive orgasm. She was just starting to come down from her high when she felt the heat of Barons cum flood her womb. The heat rapidly spread and made her orgasm longer and harder. She screamed out her pleasure as the orgasm went on and on. Karen was also in the throes of her orgasm at the same time. She was amazed at Aprils reaction to the dog fucking. She had never cum like that when she fucked her dogs. Maybe its the newness of it she thought. She felt Duke turn ass to ass with her and shuddered with another climax of her own. She watched as Baron turned his ass to April and when he pulled she screamed out in another orgasm. The two girls were close enough that Karen reached up and pulled Aprils head forward so that she could kiss her. They dueled tongues for a couple of minutes until they both felt a cock on either side of them against their joined cheeks. They each looked up and Karen took Jacks cock while April took Darrens. They sucked the guys off until each received a mouthful of cum. Jack had been the first to cum and Karen waited until April pulled off of Darren after taking his cum in her mouth. Karen pulled April to her and pressed her mouth to hers. She pushed her tongue between Aprils lips and when she opened her mouth she began to push Jacks cum into Aprils mouth. She was pleasantly surprised when she realized that April was pushing Darrens cum into her mouth at the same time. They swapped and mixed the cum back and forth several minutes before they both swallowed the last dregs of the cum in their mouth down. By this time the dogs had pulled out of the girls and gone to their corners to clean up. The two guys were so turned on again that they were rock hard. Darren went behind April and Jack behind Karen and at the same time they sank their cocks into the girls gapping cunts to get lubrication. They then pulled out and moved up to the girls ass holes. While the girls continued to kiss, the two guys pushed their cocks into the girls asses. April screamed from the sudden entry into her tightest orifice. She had never been taken in the ass. Karen pulled back from her and advised her, Relax and push like youre taking a shit. It wont hurt near as bad that way. April did as Karen said and she felt the pain subside. It didnt leave completely, but it wasnt overwhelmingly painful as it was before. As Darren kept fucking her ass she felt the pain turn to pleasure and she decided to speed the process by reaching back and fingering her clit. Karen renewed their kiss and soon both girls were cumming over and over again. Finally Darren came and collapsed on Aprils back. Jack soon followed suit. Aprils eyes were closed momentarily and when she opened them she gasped in amazement as she saw Karen turn around and take the shit covered cock that had just come out of her ass and suck it into her mouth. She wasnt about to let Karen do something and her not so she turned and did the same. She closed her eyes and took Darrens cock that had been in her ass and sucked it clean. She decided that the earthy taste was tolerable. It wasnt pleasant, but she could do it. Once his cock was clean she kept sucking it to get it hard again. She soon realized that he was spent and that was the end of the fun for the night. She fell forward and lay down on the floor in a position where she and Karen were looking each other in the eyes. She gasped out a You were right. Its part of the initiation for sure. Karen smiled and closed her eyes. Both girls were barely aware of the guys picking them up and putting them in the bed before they left. The next morning when Karen and April woke up they finalized the plans for the first ever Sisters of Omega Psi pledge week. This was the final test for the girls. There were now five girls, including April. She decided that even though she would be the president that she had to go through the week along with all of the other girls. The only difference being that she knew what each day would entail. They had decided that they would do all of the pledge week activities during spring break. Most of the guys would be gone so the girls could have freer run of the house. With the guys knowing what was coming, there were quite a few that decided to stay at the house during spring break. They were all enlisted to help with the pledge week tasks The four other girls that Karen and April found had been just like April at first. And after their transformation and introduction to the pleasures of sex, they couldnt get enough. They all were made fully aware of what becoming a sister of the fraternity meant and were asked to join. They were all eagerly willing to do whatever it took. Spring break was the third week of March and after classes the Friday afternoon before spring break the initiates were required to show up at the fraternity house. The only things that they were allowed to bring with them were the clothes they were wearing and a sleeping bag. Karen was standing with April in the assembly room of the frat house talking with Darren and Jack. They were the only males that were in attendance as the rest of the fraternity had been asked to stay away for the week so the girls could get settled in and be put through their paces. All of the girls already knew Darren and Jack so they were there as the leadership of the fraternity to answer any questions from them. The first initiate showed up at four pm looking extremely nervous. Each girl that came in looked as jittery as a deer on opening day of hunting season. They even had the deer in headlights look on their face. Finally at around 6 pm the last of the initiates arrived. She was late because she had almost chickened out. When all of the girls were present Karen announced, All initiates stand and take your place in line in the kneeling position that April takes when I call your name. April Mathus Brenda Leough Jennifer Raines Lorraine Sanford and finally Suzie Rose. As Karen called their names each girl came up and took their position lining up from left to right in the slaves kneeling position that Karen had been taught. Karen had taught several present positions to April so she knew how to get into the position perfectly. She was the first to take up her position and when Brenda came up she tried her best to copy the position that April had assumed. Brenda was a dish water blond with bright blue eyes. She stood about five foot five inches high and weighed about 110 pounds. Her tits were 34C, waist 23 and hips 35. She was working on becoming a registered nurse. Jennifer was the next to come up and she was a redhead with piercing green eyes. She had an abundance of freckles on her face that made her self conscious of her looks but that didnt really take away from her beauty. She was five foot seven inches with 36D tits, a 24 waist and 36 inch hips. She weighed 125 pounds. She was a Chemistry major. Lorraine was a brunette with brown eyes. She stood five foot seven inches and weighed 120 pounds. Her tits were 34B, with a 24 waist and 35 inch hips. She was a Molecular Genetics major. Finally there was Suzie. She had dark auburn hair and was only five foot tall. She had gray eyes that seemed to change color to what ever color she chose to wear. She only weighed about 98 pounds and had 32B tits, a 21 waist and 33 inch hips. She was a Physics major. Considering that April was a Mathematics major, the sisters would have the major sciences covered. When the girls were all lined up Karen started her speech. All right girls. By being here tonight you are all committing to becoming a member of Sisters of Omega Psi. Over the next week, you may come to rethink that decision but I want you to know that there is not a better bunch of guys any where. If you make it, it will definitely be worth it. I can honestly tell you that these guys will not hesitate to put their lives on the line for you if you are ever in trouble. Before we go any further though, I have asked the brothers to put in writing their commitment to you. If you sign this contract, they are promising you that no matter what, you will never have to go anywhere without an escort for safety. If you find yourself in trouble anywhere, then a phone call to them will bring help and assistance immediately. This doesnt just apply to the time here at college but once you leave as well. They are in the process of notifying all past brothers and getting their commitment to provide the same help where ever they are. After successfully completing your pledge week, you will be given their contact information. If you want a date then all members are available for asking unless they are already in a committed monogamous relationship. Of course we will be discouraging any outside relationships for the safety of everyone in the fraternity and the sisters. You will be invited to attend every major party that members of the fraternity are invited to and will be guaranteed an escort to the party. The brothers also take pride in how their sisters look and will help you maintain your new looks and style. They are the ones that paid for everything that has been done for you so far. They did it because they want the smartest, sexiest and most passionate women to become their sisters. They dont want bimbos, they want women that they can relate to and that can make them think. Finally, they are committing to helping you find good jobs after you graduate from college using their expansive network of brothers nation wide. In exchange for all of that, all they ask of you is to be the wonderful sexy women that you are and be there for them. They definitely want women who enjoy and desire sex often. You will be encouraged to have sex with the brothers as often as you like. For your information, the brothers have all been tested for STDs and found to be clean. When you all were taken in for your exams and scripts for birth control pills, you were also tested and found clean. You would not be here otherwise. By joining, you are committing to the men of this fraternity that they will be the only sexual partners that you have and they are doing the same to you. Therefore sex with a condom is not required and believe me that is a good thing. We sisters will also be responsible for fixing meals for the brothers, though they will have to do the cleanup afterwards. If any of you have any doubts about going through with everything at this point, you are free to leave. Now if no one wants to leave, Ill turn the time over to Darren and Jack for a few minutes. Darren stood up and said, Welcome sisters. Its good to see you all again. I am so happy that you have decided to become sisters of the fraternity. Jack is going to hand you a written contract for you to sign. Please read it and sign it. It is our agreement to all of the things Karen told you. This makes it binding. The first thing I want you to know is that you will never be forced into having sex with any member of the fraternity. If any of the members ever tries to force you in any way, then please come immediately to me, Jack, Karen or April. We will immediately kick the offender out of the fraternity and have him black balled from all other fraternities. That is of course after he is carted off to jail for rape. As for all of the activities you go through for the next week, they have all been planned out by April. She is the first president of the sisters by appointment. Starting with the fall semester, you will be able to vote for your own president. April was appointed president because she is the one most responsible for getting the sisters group off of the ground. Karen is not a student here until next fall. She is the fraternity house mother. She plans to start college next fall and will officially become a sister then. She has a rather unique story that I ask you not to try and pursue in any way. She will tell you if she desires to but dont push it. Because you are the first sisters to join us, April asked her to act in the capacity of recruiter and Sergeant of Arms. She will be the primary judge, jury and executioner of any punishment that is required of the sisters. Her counterpart in the fraternity is Jack. While you read the contracts, Jack and I will be here to answer any questions you may have. Once the contracts are signed, he and I will leave until tomorrow night. All members of the fraternity have been asked to stay away during your pledge week so you will have time to adjust. Again, welcome to the Omega Psi house. It took the girls about twenty minutes to read through the contracts and as explained, they were all about what the fraternity would be required to do for them and nothing at all about anything that they would be required to do in return. All of the girls signed and the two boys left. When Darren and Jack left, Karen took a position in front of the girls and announced, The first rule of the week is that from this point onward, there will be no clothing allowed. You have two minutes to strip and fold your clothes and get back into position. April was the first to get up and start stripping, followed immediately by Jennifer and Lorraine. Brenda and Suzie were still a little embarrassed about being nude in front of others and hesitated for a minute before stripping. It was almost four minutes later that Suzie finally resumed the kneeling position. Once they were all back in position Karen announced, The following rules are in effect until the end of the initiation week. Nudity is required inside the house at all times, even when the guys are here. They have graciously given you tonight to adjust. During this next week, any member of the fraternity can make a reasonable request of you. A reasonable request includes intimate fondling of your tits, pussy and anus. They must first ask your permission but you are required to agree as long as the request is within reason. If you feel that a request is unreasonable, bring it to Darren, Jack or myself. We will adjudicate the dispute and the losing party to the adjudication will be paddled naked in the middle of the assembly area for violating the rules so make sure that if you protest a reasonable request that you are absolutely sure. Punishment for making a false protest will be twenty swats with the paddle. The brothers cant ask you for sex in any way during the pledge week. If they do then they will receive the same punishment. You may at any time request that any of the brothers have sex with you however, though I think you will get your fill during the activities we have planned for you. When you leave the house during the day, you will wear the T-shirt and shorts that you will find in the room you will be staying in. At night you will be required to go out nude. You will be sent out on errands as part of your pledge week, all oriented toward preparing you for the initiation ceremony next Friday. One thing to understand is that any task will be given a time limit and there will be punishment for anyone that is late. That includes tonight. The more you work together as a team, the better and easier it will be for you. We expect you to get to know each other and be the closest of friends. All of you are more alike than youll ever know and if you give each other a chance, I think youll come to love one another very much. Please remember that you are all equals and that even though April is your president, she gets no special treatment. She is your advocate and representation on the fraternity leadership council. If some day you are elected president, please keep that in mind. Now here are a few other rules you need to know for this week. I am everything to you. If I say do it, you dont hesitate. If I tell you to jump, you jump. If I tell you to walk out in the middle of a busy street naked and take a piss in the middle of the street, then you do it. No is not in your vocabulary. You may not speak unless acknowledged. If you want to ask a question then come to me and assume the position you are in now and wait to be acknowledged. You are not permitted to speak until then. You will call me mistress so if the answer is yes then say yes mistress or no mistress if it is no. I promise that you will never be injured but I also promise that you will be humiliated beyond belief. The whole goal of the week is to make you comfortable with your bodies and get rid of all of the hang-ups and inhibitions that you have grown up with. Now when we told you about the time you were supposed to be here for the beginning of your pledge week, what time did I say? Suzie quickly spoke up and said, five pm mistress. Karen acted angry and yelled, Did I call on you to speak pledge Suzie? Are you stupid? Are you hard of hearing? I sure dont remember giving you permission to speak. Now Jennifer, what time did I tell everyone to be here by? Jennifer answered shaking from a combination of fear and nervousness, Five pm mistress. And what time did you get here tonight Lorraine? asked Karen. Lorraine stuttered out, Sssix pm mistress Karen asked, And was there a good reason for you to be late pledge Rainey Lorraine answered, No mistress, I was afraid and nervous about what becoming a sister might mean. I wasnt sure whether or not I could do everything that is expected. Karen nodded her head in understanding and pushed her, So you were afraid and nervous but you decided you wanted to do this any way no matter what, isnt that correct? Lorraine answered, Yes mistress. I made my decision and I am prepared to do what ever it takes. I am still afraid and very nervous, but I think that is a good thing. Karen answered with a smile, I think youre right. Any of you that are undertaking this without a bit of fear and nervousness should question yourselves as to why that is. But the bottom line was that you were late Rainey werent you? Lorraine answered, Yes mistress. The punishment for arriving an hour late is ten swats. The punishment for Suzie speaking out of turn is five swats. The punishment for not stripping and folding your clothes in the two minutes provided is five for each minute for a total of ten swats. One thing I want you to remember is that if one is punished, all are punished. So if I have my math right, each of you will start the night with 25 swats with the paddle. April, youre the math major. Do you agree that 25 is the right number of swats to administer? April stuttered, Yyyes mistress. Karen continued, The reason you are all being punished together when one of you makes a mistake is that you are all a team. So we want you supporting each other and encouraging each other. If one of you fails, then all of you fail. So if you see that one of your sisters is about to fail at something, then you better go out of your way to help her. Any one being found to refuse to help a sister will be subject to twice the punishment for the first offense, three times for the second offense and dismissal for the third. If you are dismissed from the group then the contract you signed with the brothers is null and void if you remember what you read. Now when you are punished, you will count each swat and thank the one punishing you. If you fail to count the swat doesnt count. If you fail to thank the punisher the swat doesnt count. If you move out of the punishment position the swat doesnt count. There will be times that one of you may be asked to punish another. Dont take it personally if you are punished by a fellow pledge. You may find that your positions are switched the next time. April, you will be the first to be punished, please step forward and assume the correct punishment position. April got up and moved in front of the other pledges and standing so that they had a side view, she bent over and grabbed her ankles while keeping her knees straight. When she was in position she said, Mistress, pledge April is prepared to receive her punishment. Please give pledge April the punishment that she has earned. Karen swung the paddle, hitting Aprils left ass cheek. April squealed in pain and after a pause, counted One, thank you Mistress Karen. Please may I have another. Karen swung the paddle again and hit her right ass cheek this time. April counted it as well. Karen paddled April alternating cheeks until they reached 25. April was crying and sobbing hard as she went back to her position in line. All of the initiates took their turns and only two had to repeat any swats. When the last of the pledges was kneeling back in line Karen announced, Okay ladies, I hope you ate something before you came because there is not going to be anything to eat until the sun comes up tomorrow. You all were asked to bring sleeping bags with you. We will only need three of them. The following pledges will pair off. You will spend the night in the same sleeping bag as your partner with the zipper closed. The goal for tonight is to make your partner cum as many times as possible. Pledge April and I did this task last weekend with Darren counting the orgasms. We each will watch one pair of you and count your orgasms throughout the night. When the sun comes up in the morning we will compare the results. The pair with the lowest number of cums will receive 15 swats from the pair with the greatest number of cums. I know it will be tempting to try and fake a cum, but rest assured that April and I know how to spot a fake from a real one. We encourage you to be vocal during your cums as it will make it less likely that we will miss one. There will be no sleeping allowed so dont even try. There will be toys available in the room for you to use as an assist. The only requirement is that you both must be zipped up in the sleeping bag. Suzie and Jennifer will be one pair and Lorraine and Brenda will be the other. You are now released to go up to my room and get ready. The cumming will commence when you are all ready. Please make sure that you apply the salve in the bathroom to your back sides. It will relieve some of the pain. The girls got up and ran upstairs to Karens room. They went into the bathroom and started cleaning. Only Suzie stopped briefly to look at the items on top of the dresser. She picked up a vibrating dildo, two pairs of ben wa balls and a rabbit vibrator. She put them with her sleeping bag and joined the others in the bathroom. They all quickly cleaned up and took care of business. There was a palpable silence in the room as they were all afraid to talk to each other. They would all do anything to avoid another spanking. In about fifteen minutes they were all back in the bedroom kneeling at the foot of the bed waiting for Karen to enter. Karen finally came in the room and announced, April, will you take the boys to Darrens room. I think they may get a little hyper if we leave them in here. Now for the rest of you sluts, Ill give you five minutes to look through the toys and select what you want to use on each other. Now go. Suzie grabbed Jennifer and pulled her over to her sleeping bag and showed her the items she had selected earlier. Jennifer smiled and shook her head in agreement then turned and went to the table anyway out of curiosity to see if there was anything that might strike her fancy. When she got up to the table she saw Brenda and Lorraine looking at the stuff with frustration. Brenda grumbled, Theres not much here thats useful. About the only thing that I would think of using is the dildo. She reached over and grabbed it when she saw Jennifer standing there. Lorraine had picked up a little square box with a couple of dials on it with three wires coming from it with alligator clips on the end. She held the end of the clip and turned the box on at the minimum setting. She felt a mild stimulation that caused her fingers to tingle. She thought that it might have some possibilities. She thought for a minute looking at the other stuff on the dresser and picked up a chain that had an alligator clip on both ends. She smiled and went back to the end of the bed and joined Suzie kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. Jennifer decided that she didnt see anything that struck her fancy and went back and knelt beside Suzie. Brenda finally picked up a tube of lubricant that said it would enhance your sex life. She figured that she could try it on the dildo, though she didnt think it would work. She turned and went back to kneel by Brenda. Karen announced, Now that you sluts have your toys, it is time to get started. Time starts now and doesnt end until the sun rises. Remember, the team with the most orgasms gets to spank the losing team. No sleeping allowed tonight. You will be spanked on the spot if we see you fall asleep. So get to it and good cumming. Karen looked at April and they grinned at each other. And then they turned their attention to the girls. Karen watched Suzie and Jennifer and April watched Brenda and Lorraine. Suzie picked up her sleeping bag and rolled it out. She picked up the two sets of ben wa balls and handed a pair to Jennifer and said, Put these in your cunt. Ive got a pair at home. If you keep trying to move them around with your cunt it will help keep you stimulated. I figure we can use the dildo and the rabbit to help stimulate other areas. Both Suzie and Jennifer put two ben wa balls in their cunts and crawled in to the sleeping bag. Suzie gave Jennifer the dildo and she kept the rabbit. She flipped the switch on the rabbit and put it on top of Jennifers clit while she leaned in and locked herself into a deep passionate French kiss with her partner. At the same time, Brenda laid out her sleeping bag and crawled in with her dildo and tube of lubricant. Lorraine crawled in after her and turned in the bag facing her. She whispered, Brenda, this little gizmo is going to help us win. Itll hurt like hell at first, but it will quickly stimulate us like nothing else. Do you trust me? Brenda let out a little giggle as she said, I met you less than an hour ago and were now naked, zipped up together in a sleeping bag and getting ready to make each other cum so much we wont know which end is up. Whats not to trust? Just do it. Lorraine picked up the chain with the clips and reached down and started playing with Brendas clit. When it started to expand she pinched it and lightly drug her fingernails over it. Brenda was moaning in pleasure from the stimulation. When she felt it stay the same size for a while she put one of the alligator clips on it eliciting a short squeal of pain from Brenda. She repeated the process on her clit and attached the clip on the other end of the chain on her clit. She picked up the box and attached the longest wire to the chain connecting their clits. She reached over and began to pinch and pull on Brendas nipple closest to the ground. When it was full length, she attached one of the wires, again getting a squeal of pain. She repeated the process on her opposing tit with the other wire. She set one of the dials at the one setting and the other dial at 20 seconds. When the buzzing started, they both moaned from the pleasure of the electrical stimulation. The level was just right to produce wondrous pleasure and make the underlying muscles to twitch lightly which caused a small amount of pain but not enough to override the pleasure they were receiving. The two girls locked into a deep kiss and began a battle with each others tongue. Lorraine reached over and began tweaking Brendas nipple that was untouched and that was enough to send her into a mild orgasm. When it subsided Brenda reached up and did the same to Lorraines free nipple and it produced the same result. While Lorraine was coming down from her cum, Brenda reached behind her and grabbed the dildo and the lube. She smeared a bit of the lube on the dildo and asked Lorraine to fuck her cunt with it. Lorraine happily obliged and began forcing the dildo in and out of Brendas cunt. Brenda felt the additional stimulation of the dildo and soon her cunt was warming up like it never had before. The stimulation kept pushing her higher and higher more quickly than she had ever done before. She tripped over into an orgasm and was just starting to come down when the electrical stimulation turned on. It pushed her into an even higher cum and held her there for twenty seconds. When the stimulation stopped she started to come down but only a little. It seemed to her that she had been coming forever. The Electrical stimulation turned on again and she screamed out in the most powerful orgasm of her life. She passed out after five seconds. Lorraine smiled and turned off the box and began to try and wake her partner up. At the same time that Brenda and Lorraine were getting started, Suzie and Jennifer were busy as well. Suzie had already had one orgasm and was heading into a second when Jen pushed the vibrating dildo into her partners ass. That was enough to push her over the edge. When Suzie came down she redoubled her efforts to bring her partner to her second orgasm by getting down and nibbling on her nipples while using the rabbit up and down her cunt. She soon had her partner screaming out her orgasm as well. When Brenda recovered from her orgasm, she had Lorraine pull the dildo out and smear some lubricant on it. Brenda took it and said, Get ready for the cum of your life, and sunk the dildo in to her cunt. She soon had Lorraine screaming in pleasure in orgasm after orgasm. Unlike Brenda who only had three, Lorraines cums would hit for a few seconds and then abate, hit again for a few seconds and then abate. Each succeeding orgasm was more intense than the previous, but only by a small margin. She came and came and came again. By the time she got to the point where she passed out, she had experience 13 deliciously short but tremendously pleasurable orgasms. Karen and April watched in awe of Lorraines ability to cum. Karen had seen a lot of girls cumming over and over, but none of them held a candle to Lorraine. The score after the first hour was 18 cums for Brenda and Lorraine but only 4 for Suzie and Jennifer. That was the way things went for the rest of the night. When the light of the approaching dawn flooded the room, Karen called an end to the nights activities. Brenda and Lorraine had amassed 53 cums with Brenda supplying a good even dozen and Lorraine the rest. Suzie and Jennifer didnt fair near as well with only achieving a combined total of 21 cums by morning. Karen pulled out an envelope and handed it to Brenda who was the only one that seemed to be even half way awake. Karen announced, Alright you sluts, the score is 53 to 21. Brenda, if youll open that sealed and signed envelope, youll have the number of cums that April and I had. We were so out of it when Darren recorded it that we dont even know. Brenda quickly ripped the envelope open and read 32 and after a moments pause, squealed in excitement that they had won. Lorraine just stood there in an embrace with Brenda while she jumped up and down in excitement. Karen let them enjoy their victory for a few moments and then said, I do believe that the winners now get to paddle the losers. Suzie and Jennifer, get on your knees and lay across the bed. While they were getting into position, April had pulled two paddles out from under the bed and handed them to Brenda and Lorraine. Brenda moved to the left of Suzie and Lorraine, who was left handed, moved to the right of Jennifer. Karen said, Okay girls, when I say go just give them 15 quick successive swats. No need for them to count as theyre too tired for that now. On your mark, get set, and go. The two winners started spanking the two losers. By the tenth swat, Jennifer had a massive orgasm followed by an even more powerful one on the fifteenth that caused her to pass out. Karen smiled at Brenda and Lorraine and said, Youre lucky that Suzie didnt try spanking her partner. Jen could have given you a run for your money the way she cums from being paddled. Any way, we have a busy night tonight so all of you get some sleep. This is end of Chapter 37. 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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 10 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 10, Karens Home Town Humiliation Continues at Keplars Meats Karens mind was reeling from all that happened as she left Martas and walked down half a block and across the street to Keplars Meats. As she walked, tears streamed down her cheeks. The tears were from the humiliation she suffered, the loss of her good reputation to people who knew her, the loss of her dignity and most importantly the loss of her freedom. Her thoughts flitted back and forth between obsessing over her rape after prom, to her night at Mistress Lynns, to the porn shop, the bar, the restaurant the night before and finally what just happened at Martas Bakery. She was in such a daze that she didnt even remember entering Keplars Meats. She thought she heard something and shook her head as if to shake the cobwebs out and said, Sorry, what did you say? Wayne Keplar was ringing up a purchase for a customer as he said for the second time, I said that Ill be with you in a moment. Karen went up to the counter and waited for Wayne Keplar to finish up with the customer. When he finished and the customer left, he turned to Karen and greeted her and asked, Now Karen, what can I help you with today. Knowing that she would have to do something disgusting, Karen answered hesitantly, GGGood morning Mr. Keplar. I have an order to confirm with you for tomorrow. Darrell Mitchell and I were married Monday and the Mitchells are having a get together at their house. They asked me to come by and make sure you have the final numbers for the party. Heres a list of everything they need to be delivered and ready by noon tomorrow. Mr. Keplar took the list and looked at it. He then asked, Yes, I should be able to handle that easily. Will you be paying with cash, check or charge? Karen again stammered out, III dddont have anything to pay with? IIIs there anything else I can do to pay for it? I really need that order filled. Ill do anything, anything at all in order to pay for it all. Karen was openly crying at having to barter herself for the deli meats. Wayne Keplar looked at Karen and said, Now Karen. I cant give you over $1500 dollars worth of meat and delicacies without some type of payment. Some of them are over $70 dollars a pound. Youll have to find someone else to fill the order. Karen again begged while starting to cry, Please, Please, I beg you. There must be something I can do for you to pay for them. I really will do anything, anything at all. Please dont refuse to fill the order. Do what you will with me please. Wayne turned to go to the back processing room saying, I cant afford to Karen. Karen rushed through the entrance to the left of the counter which was directly opposite the door to the back processing room and just as Wayne turned to go through the door, Karen fell to her knees and grabbed his leg and begged while sobbing uncontrollably, PPPlease Mr. Keplar, sobsobplease. III can be sobsobsob what ever you want. Sobsobsob IIIll do anything for you. She paused and continued to sob and almost in a whisper he could barely hear and in a voice that was not only filled with desperation but also hopelessness, Please help me. It wasnt a plea for him to use her to fill the order. At that point in time, Karen was truthfully asking for help to get out of her situation, but of course that wasnt going to happen. Wayne had already discussed with John Mitchell what he was going to do with Karen. He wanted to see how much he could make her beg. He stopped, turned and looked down at her and said, Karen, I just dont see how I could possibly help. It sounded like he was going to say something else but he paused. Wait a minute. You did say you would do anything right? Karen answered yes. Wayne asked, Anything at all, with no limits correct? Karen began to worry a bit but answered still sniffing and sobbing, As long as I am not permanently harmed in the process, yes that is correct. Wayne thought for a minute and asked, Could I have you for a couple of days next week or the week after. I have something in mind. I wont go into the details now. Well just save that for when I get to have you. Karen asked, What about next Wednesday and Thursday. Those are the only days next week I have free right now. She sobbed. O O Or it could be anytime the next week. Wayne said gleefully, Next week will be fine. You be here first thing in the morning at 6:00 am. We have some traveling to do to get where we need to go and itll take a while. Now, Ive got some boys outside the back door that need taking care of. You might want to take those nice clothes off first though or theyll get ruined. You can put your clothes on the chair just inside that door. Now get to it. Karen stripped off her skirt and top, folded them neatly and replaced the chain on her tits and clit. She then picked up the clothes and went through the door. When she was through the door, she saw a huge room with several tables with saws and knives. On six of the tables, there were large hunks of beef or pork that were being cut down into steaks and roasts or ground into hamburger or sausage. There were six huge men in the room. All of them dressed in blue jeans and t-shirt with a bloody white apron covering them from the neck down. They also wore plastic gloves over their hands that were also covered in blood and remnants of meat. When Karen came through the door, the closest guy to the door stopped cutting the beef slab that he was working on and said very loudly, Will you look at that. It must be our lucky day. Karen had stopped when she had entered the big room to look around. She had spotted the door in the back of the room and realized that she would have to walk through the men to get there. She started to slowly take step after step towards the door. With each step she took closer to the closest of the men, the vibrator in her ass would vibrate a little more intensely. When she was next to him, the vibrator felt like it was at its highest setting and was causing her to become excited and wet. When she had taken a couple of steps past him she felt a mild shock. She took a couple of more steps and with each one the shock got a bit worse and was becoming painful. She stopped and turned around and stared at him, not wanting to do what she knew was expected. She obviously waited too long because she soon felt an even stronger shock which caused her to get a little shaky and moan in pain, The men thought she was moaning in excitement. She took the three steps back to the man she passed and got down on her knees in front of him. She begged, P p please m m may I suck your cock sir? The guy was surprised by this turn of events and eagerly shook his head yes. Karen ducked under the bloody apron and unzipped his pants. She reached in and grabbed his cock which was getting harder by the second. She winched at the smell of him. It smelled like he hadnt taken a bath for a month. She tentatively took his cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. While she was sucking on it, she felt something slimy on each side of her ass grip her and lift her ass up higher. She realized that one of the others was getting ready to fuck her. The next instant she felt a cock being sunk in to the hilt in her cunt. She felt something slimy now grabbing her tits and squeezing them and pinching them. The vibrator in her ass was going full tilt and she was soon in the throws of an orgasm. The vibration in her ass also sent the guy fucking her into his orgasm and she felt the warmth of his cum spreading inside her. As soon as he withdrew, he was replaced by another cock that started fucking her. Shortly after the new guy started fucking her, the guy she was sucking started cumming down her throat. Karen couldnt quite swallow all of it and had some cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth. As soon as he pulled out of her mouth, he was replaced by someone else. For the next 40 minutes she fucked and sucked each of them. She was also fucked by Wayne Keplar but she didnt know because her head was under the apron of one of the other workers. Just as she was finishing sucking the first guy for the second time, she heard a loud booming voice angrily say, What the hell is going on here? Everything came to a grinding halt. All of the guys quickly went back to their tables and didnt say a thing. Karen looked up from her all fours position and looked at the angry face of Wayne. What she didnt know was that it was all an act. Everything that had happened so far had been precisely the way he had planned it. Looking down at Karen, he saw that she was now covered in blood and bits of ground beef and pork from head to toe. Cum was also dripping from the corners of her mouth and down her leg from her cunt. Wayne yelled at her in an angry voice, Karen, I sent you back her to take care of my boys out back and feed and water them. And what do you do? You decide to screw every one of my employees. Do you know how far behind you have put them. I dont know if Ill even be able to get to your order now. Karen started to really panic now and immediately fell to her knees and grabbed him around his legs and sobbing uncontrollably looked up at him and begged with every ounce of energy she could muster and said, Please, I beg of you. Please, you have to help me. I need your help, please fill the order. I already agreed with doing anything you wanted, what else do you want from me? Wayne grabbed Karen by the hair and yanked her up hard enough for her to let go of his legs and grab at her hair and his hand to try and relieve the pain. He then threw her down and grabbed a leg bone that had been cleaned of its meat to make hamburger and pushed it up her cunt with the knee joint going in first. Karen screamed from the pain caused by the over 4 inch wide joint at the end of the bone entering her cunt. Wayne grabbed Karen by the hair again and started walking toward the back door dragging Karen by her hair. Karen struggled to crawl as fast as she could but she just couldnt keep up. Once Wayne opened the door, he pulled Karen through and threw her onto the ground. Wayne kicked Karen in the stomach and told her, Bitch, if you want me to fill that order tomorrow, you better make sure that every one of my boys here gets well taken care of. He was pointing at 6 German shepherd dogs that were laying or sitting at various places around the back door. Wayne continued, You will let them do anything and everything they want to you. Dont even think of stopping for any reason, even if you gain an audience. As a matter of fact, if you have anyone watching you when my boys get done with you then you will offer to do anything for them as well. If you refuse anything of anyone until I release you, then I will not fill the order for tomorrow. Do you understand me bitch? Karen, while still holding her stomach in pain from his kick, nodded her head and answered in a quiet gasp, Yes, I understand. Karen had gotten back on all fours by this time and Wayne put his foot on her ass and pushed as hard as he could, pushing her head first into one of the dogs which yelped and leapt away from her in surprise. He said, Well get to it then. You dont have all day. The dog Karen had fallen into growled and snapped at her, nipping her arm hard. Fortunately he didnt draw blood on Karen, but he got a taste of the blood and meat remnants that covered her and started licking and nipping her to get it all. The other dogs were soon joining in and Karen felt six rough tongues licking every part of her body. Soon both of her breasts were being licked and she felt her excitement building. She wondered how she could possibly get sexually excited when she was being forced to have sex with animals. All of a sudden Karen felt the big bone being pulled. She looked back and one of the dogs had grabbed it in its teeth and was trying to pull it out. It was not coming out very easily because the end was so big. The dog was getting frustrated that it wouldnt come free easily and he started shaking his head back and forth while trying to pull it out. Karens lower body was now being yanked back and forth like a rag doll by the bone in her cunt. It hurt terribly as it started to move out more rapidly. She screamed and howled from the pain as the bone ripped and tore parts of her cunt on the inside. In the middle of her scream, one of the dogs at her head leapt up and grabbed her around her back, gripping around her underarms. This put his long extended cock at her mouth. She didnt do anything at first because of the pain from the bone being yanked back and forth. When she felt the severe shock in her ass, it increased the pain exponentially and her eyes shot open. She took notice of the cock in her face. She knew what was expected and took the cock in her mouth. The dog started thrusting in and out, driving the cock deeper and deeper down her throat. Karen was becoming used to having cocks pushed down her throat and didnt gag like she used to. The dog that was wrestling with the bone in her cunt finally got it to come out with a loud popping sound. Her cunt was sore and bleeding now from the tears caused by the bone being yanked back and forth. Another of the dogs came up and started licking the blood up that was trickling out of her tender gash. She felt the dogs tongue extend deep into her, trying to get the blood and little bits of meat that were left behind. He soon started tasting the mixed juices of the mens cum and her juices. She was getting more and more excited from the dogs licking her tits, the dog fucking her throat and the dog tonguing her cunt. Karen didnt think it could get any worse when she felt the vibrator start up at a high setting. It quickly started to propel her toward an orgasm. The dog that was licking her cunt was finally ready and decided the Karens cunt would be a nice place to stick his cock. He leapt up and after a few thrusts, sunk his cock in. He started plunging in and out of her cunt, pushing in deeper with each inward thrust. When his cock had gone in far enough for his knot to start banging into her cunt lips and her clit, she launched into an intense orgasm and screamed around the cock in her mouth. There were a group of 10 young teens ranging from age 13 to 16 that were a block away in an open field playing a game of pickup baseball. There were 7 boys and 3 girls. When they heard the first screams that Karen made, they decided to go through the woods that separated the field they were playing on from the large yard at the back of Waynes store to check things out. As they got about half way through the woods, the screams became muffled and then stopped. But there was still quite a bit of barking coming from the general area of Keplars Meats so they continued to go to investigate the noise. As they came into the large yard they saw Waynes six dogs surrounding something. One of the older boys noticed that two of the dogs were moving as if they were fucking something and told the group. They didnt believe him at first, but as they got closer they realized that not only were they fucking, they were fucking some girl. All of a sudden they heard one of the dogs howl and shortly thereafter got off and walked away to lie down. Thats when one of the older girls said, Thats Karen Peterson. Shes the one that fingered her self to orgasm practically in front of the whole town last night at the restaurant. You should have heard my old lady going on about what she and a bunch of ladies that had dinner with the reverend saw her doing in the restaurant. She apparently spent the whole time on her knees under the table sucking off everyone at her table. OH God, there goes another dog fucking her mouth. Wait until I tell mom and her friends about this. This is so cool. All of the other kids just stood there with their mouths open in surprise and enjoying the show. All of the guys reached down and started rubbing their cocks in their pants. The girls took a little longer, but they too eventually had their hands down their pants and fingering their clits. They had never seen anything like this before. Karen was oblivious to the audience she had accumulated. All she could do was focus on the dogs and what they were doing along with the incessant buzzing of the vibrator in her ass. She soon felt her third orgasm since the dogs started fucking her. She ended up sucking twice as many dog cocks as she did fucking them. This was because of the time it took for the dogs knot to go down enough for it to pull out of her cunt. After the last dog tied with her for the second time and turned around ass end to ass end with her, Karen finally looked in the direction where the kids were watching her. She groaned out a long laborious noooo. She tried to ignore them, but Darrell had seen them with the small camera in her collar when she looked up. He turned the shocking feature of the dildo on at its lowest setting and started gradually turning it up. Karen held out through the fifth setting and finally groaned from the pain caused by the sixth setting. She looked up at the group of kids and said, WWWould aaany ooof you like me to suck you? IIIll do whatever you want me to. Please let me! She said in desperation to the group. The group just stood there dumb struck. The first one to make a move was a 14 year old girl named Brittany. She was the bully of her class in the all girls Catholic school she went to in town. She had forced several of her classmates and some of the younger girls into eating her out. She wasnt about to miss this opportunity to get her cunt licked and humiliate a girl even further than she already was. She could tell from looking at Karen that she was dying from the humiliation of having been caught by so many kids around her own age. She walked up to Karen and stripped out of her pants. She grabbed Karen by the hair and stepped up to her, pulling her nose into her funky smelling pussy that hadnt been washed for several days. She commanded out loud for everyone to hear, Drink my piss bitch. Then Ill think about letting you eat my cunt and ass. I might even let you suck my friends here if you do a good enough job. Karen almost passed out from the stench, it smelled so bad. But she opened her mouth and covered Brittanys piss hole just in time. A flood of bitter piss began flooding her mouth immediately after she put it there. She couldnt keep up with the flow however and some started to leak out of her mouth. Brittany noticed this and slapped her hard across the face saying, What a worthless slut you are. You cant even drink a little piss without screwing up. No wonder you fuck dogs. No one else would find you worth putting up with. Brittany pulled Karens head back and spit in her face with venom and commanded, I want to hear you beg me to let you suck my cunt and ass. You had better convince me that you will do me and all of my friends in any way we want or else they will all get switches and start whipping you. Karen already tormented beyond hope proceeded to beg, Oh god, please let me suck your cunt. Ill suck your cunt, suck their dick, Ill do everything you want. Please let me serve you mistress. Karen continued to beg and cry for Brittany to let her suck her cunt and ass. That she really would do anything they wanted her to. She begged her desperately to please not whip her. After a few minutes, Brittany pushed Karens face back into her cunt and Karen started licking and sucking like her life depended on it. It didnt take long for Brittany to achieve her first orgasm, but she wanted more. She stepped away and bent over and ordered, Pull my ass cheeks apart and suck my asshole bitch. Karen was repelled by the putrid stench of Brittanys ass. It looked like she didnt know how to clean herself properly after taking a shit. There were old crusts of shit still clinging around her asshole. Karen initially pulled back and began to refuse to do what Brittany wanted. All of a sudden she felt a very hard shock in her ass which caused her to scream. The dog tied in her cunt yelped in pain as well and pulled hard, causing his knot to yank out of her cunt before it had gone down enough. This caused her scream to be louder and longer than it would have been otherwise. Everyone thought that the cause of the scream was from the dog pulling out. Only Karen knew what the real cause was and she also knew that she had no choice but to do what Brittany wanted. Karen tentatively moved her face up and started to lick and suck Brittanys ass clean. Brittany ordered, Stick your tongue in as far as you can and reem my ass out good. Karen did as she was told and pushed her tongue into her asshole. Brittany ordered, Fuck me with your fingers now. Karen complied immediately. Brittany started feeling a good cum building and knew exactly what would speed its progression. She started pushing and suddenly Karen found a piece of shit coming out of Brittanys ass. Brittany pushed her ass back against Karen and ordered, You better eat all of my shit or Ill have my friends go get a bunch of switches. Karen started crying silently from this degradation in front of all of these kids. As she was struggling to chew and swallow the shit as rapidly as she could without gagging, she heard Brittany yell, Hey guys, come on over and give it to her. She wont mind, especially after taking it from those dogs. You guys will be a step up for her. The oldest boy wasnt going to wait any longer. He knew Karen and had gone to elementary school with her until she was moved to more advance classes. He had always had a crush on Karen and never thought he would ever get an opportunity like this. He walked up behind her, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He got down on his knees behind her, lined up his cock with her cunt and slammed it home to the hilt. He was in heaven. He was a virgin and he was reveling in his first time. And more importantly, he was losing his virginity to his dream girl. It was a shame she had gotten herself knocked up and married to that idiot Darrell. He would never let her go out and disgrace herself like this. These were the thoughts that he had as he let go a massive load of cum to mix with the dogs cum in her juicy cunt. He pulled out and stepped to the side of Karen and wiped his cock clean in her hair. He turned to the rest of the group and said, Come on guys. You wont believe how good that was. Shell do every one of you if you want. The rest of the guys came up to Karen and one stuck his cock up her cunt and started pumping as fast as he could. It only took a couple of minutes before he was coming in her. The other two girls had stepped up on either side of her and started pinching her tits and pulling and twisting her nipple rings. Brittany finally finished shitting in Karens mouth at the same time she was hit with a massive orgasm. She collapsed to the ground from the powerful orgasm and exclaimed, That was fantastic bitch. I could have you do that all the time. Why dont you have your hubby call me so I can have you on a regular basis? You tell him that Ive got a whole bevy of young catholic schoolgirls that I can give to him any time he wants a little variety. With that she pulled a pen out of the pocket of her pants that were on the ground and wrote her phone number across her forehead. She then looked at the other two girls and ordered, What are you two bitches waiting for? I want one of you over here now with her cunt in this bitches face and I want you to piss and shit in her face like I just did or Ill make you suck all these guys instead of her. Brittany grabbed the closest girl to her and pulled her in front of Karen and ordered her to strip. The girl immediately complied without argument. It was obvious that this girl was one of Brittanys play toys. Brittany then ordered the other girl, Start sucking the boys that havent got any from Karen yet, but dont let them cum until they stick there cocks in Karen. I want them to cum in Karen without letting her get any pleasure out of it. If any of them cum before they get in Karen Ill switch you or if they take more than two or three strokes to cum in her Ill switch you. Now get busy bitch. The girl had a look of terror on her face as she immediately got down on her knees at the nearest boy and started sucking him. She figured that no matter what she did, she was going to get switched. She had tears running down her cheeks just as Karen did hers. She too was being forced to do these things against her will. When she got the boy hard and ready to cum, she moved on to the next boy and repeated the process. Karen immediately put her mouth up to the girls cunt that was in front of her. The girl started pissing in her mouth almost immediately and Karen drank it all. When the girl was done pissing she then started licking and sucking on the girls cunt lips and clit. While Karen was eating the girl out, Brittany put on her pants and went to the woods they had come through and found her self a nice switch. She went up to the girl that was being eaten by Karen and looked at the group of boys surrounding the other girl waiting their turns. She yelled at them, Hey guys, youve got an unused hole over here that needs a cock. Why dont half of you come over here and let this cunt suck you hard and get you ready for Karens sloppy ass. Three of the guys came over to the girl and she hesitated to suck their cocks until Brittany started switching her ass as she ordered her to get sucking. She quickly began sucking the nearest boy to her to get Brittany to stop. Brittany then moved her attentions to the other girl and gave her about 10 swats on the ass with the switch and reminded her, You better not let them cum or you will get 50 swats with this switch on your cunt and tits. Brittany went back over to Karens side and started switching her sides, back and especially her tits. Karen was screaming from the pain but the sound was muffled by the girls cunt. The girl suddenly went into an orgasm and moaned loudly around the cock that was in her mouth. Brittany went up to the girl and bent down to her ear and whispered, Now get that asshole of yours to her mouth and take a shit. If you dont shit soon enough for me, Ill switch your cunt and tits until their bloody and then have the boys fuck you over and over again. The girl was humiliated by the order, but she wasnt about to take a switching to her most sensitive parts if she could help it. She moved her ass down until she felt Karens tongue start to lick it. She started pushing with all of her might and was finally able to overcome her embarrassment enough to relax her asshole for a log of shit to start coming out. Brittany started switching Karen again and ordered her to eat the shit and not waste any. The boy that had been fucking her came and pulled out. Brittany started immediately bringing the switch down along her ass crack so that the end wrapped around and hit her cunt lips. Brittany noticed that the other girl that was on her knees sucking the waiting boys cocks and keeping them hard had a dog coming up behind her. When the dog stuck his nose down between the girls legs and tried to get at her cunt, she swung her hand back to try to scare him away. Brittany stopped switching Karens ass and pussy and went over to the girl and switched her ass and ordered, Dont you dare try and stop him or Ill switch your cunt until its bloody and then Ill let him fuck you. Now get on your hands and knees so he can get proper access to which ever hole he wants. The 13 year old girl, Diane, looked at Brittany with tears in her eyes and begged, Please dont let him fuck me. Im still a virgin. I dont want a dog to be my first. Brittany just got an evil grin and asked, When we were at school and I took care of your little problem with your room mate, what did you promise me? Diane looked at Brittany and said, That I would be your slave and do anything and everything that you told me no matter what. Brittany then asked her, And what did I do for you to make you agree to do this for me? Diane answered, You made my room mate and her friends stop beating me up every day. Brittany asked her, And did they stop ganging up on you and beating you up for the rest of the school year and wasnt that worth what you promised me? Diane lowered her head in defeat and answered, Yes Brittany. Brittany finally asked, And have I ever made you do anything that you didnt end up enjoying before it was over with? Diane answered, No Brittany. Brittany then said, Then do what I say or Ill start switching and wont stop until I am tired. Diane sobbed as she got onto her hands and knees and resumed sucking the boys cocks. One of them had gone over to Karen and started fucking her mouth since the other girl had finished. It didnt take but a minute before he was cumming down her throat and the guy that had been fucking her came at the same time. As soon as they pulled out the last two guys that Diane was sucking came over and one took Karen in the cunt and the other stuck his cock down her throat. The dog that had shown an interest in Diane had come back and was licking her cunt and driving it in until it reached her hymen. His cock was coming out and getting longer and longer and finally the dog jumped up on his hind paws and gripped her around the waist. He started pumping, trying to get his cock in her cunt and kept missing. Brittany switched Dianes tits and ordered, Get your hand back there and help the dog find your hole bitch. Diane reached under and guided the dogs cock to her cunt. On the next lunge, he sank in to her hymen. He pulled out and rammed it in again and it sank in to the hilt of the young girl, tearing through her cherry. She screamed in pain and yelled, Take it out. Please take it out. It hurts so bad, please take it out. No one moved to help her. The dog began pumping in earnest and his knot started slamming into her cunt lips. Another dog came up to her face and mounted her and started trying to stick his cock in her mouth. Diane closed her mouth and turned her head away. Brittany lashed her with an underhanded stroke to her tits and ordered, Suck that cock bitch. Diane immediately opened her mouth and took the dogs cock into her mouth. She started sucking hard, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. The boys had finished with Karen and were standing back watching Diane being fucked at both ends by two dogs. Brittany however had other ideas. She ordered Karen, Get on your knees cunt. She turned to the boys and yelled, Hey guys, come on over here and line up. This bitch wants to drink your piss. I wouldnt want her to be disappointed now, do you? Karen got up on her knees and sat back on her heels. She put her hands behind her back and then tilted her head up and opened her mouth. She was totally humiliated at what this girl was making happen. It was bad enough that Darrell was making her do these things but to have a school girl not only abuse her but other girls as well. What kind of world is this, she wondered. The boys stepped up and one at a time, stuck their limp cocks in Karens mouth and took a piss. When the last one was pissing down her throat, they heard a dog start howling. They looked over and noticed that the dog fucking Dianes cunt was howling and apparently cumming. The guy finished pissing and ordered Karen, Suck me off cunt. Karen complied immediately. The dog that had just cum in Dianes no longer virgin cunt had turned around and he was now stuck ass to ass. Karen kept sucking the guys cock, but the combination of piss and shit was not sitting well on her stomach. She was desperately struggling to keep from throwing it all up and was loosing the battle fast. When the guy started cumming, he slammed his cock all the way down and shot his cum down her throat. This was all Karen could take and as he pulled his cock out, she threw up the piss and shit all over the guys crotch. She fell down on her hands and knees and continued to wretch until she was having dry heaves. While she was puking her guts out, the dog that was fucking Dianes mouth started cumming and pumping his cum down her throat. This was the first time anyone or in this case anything had ever rammed a cock down her throat and cum. And dogs cum a whole lot more than humans so it seemed to her that the dog would never stop. The good news for her was that she had been smart enough to keep the dogs knot from going into her mouth. When the dog pulled out, she joined Karen in puking out the dogs cum. It was about this time that the dog locked in her cunt pulled out and went over by the back door, curled up and began licking its cock clean. When their attention was drawn to the back door, they all noticed that there were seven men there watching every thing and one of them had a video camera. They all began applauding and saying, Good show! This calmed the kids down as they were all stumbling around trying to find their pants to get dressed and get out of there. Wayne Keplar stepped forward and said, Brittany, I have Karens husband on the phone here and he would like to talk to you. I think you impressed him. Brittany tentatively came up to Wayne and took the phone from him and said quietly, Hello. Darrell answered, Hi Brittany, I must say that you really did a great job with Karen and your two other bitches. I am having a little party for Karen tomorrow at my house starting at noon and would like to invite you and everyone there to join us for the festivities, which is sure to provide some wonderful opportunities to humiliate Karen even more. I was also wondering how many more girls like those two you have there could you bring with you. You dont have to answer now, but I would like you to come over now so that we can discuss some activities for tomorrow. Brittany answered up quickly with no hesitation whatsoever, Darrell, Ill tell you now that I would love to come to your party. If youll hold on, Ill ask the guys. Brittany turned to the girls and ordered, You bitches get dressed. We are going over to someones house to discuss a little party tomorrow for our new friend here She then told the guys, Hey guys, theres a party tomorrow at Darrell Mitchells that will involve our new friend here. He wants to know if you would like to attend. The boys all knew the reputation that the Mitchells had for throwing great parties and wouldnt have given up the chance to attend a party that would involve senior high school students. Brittany put the phone back to her ear and told Darrell, All seven guys said that they will attend tomorrow. As for the girls here, well let me just say that they will come over with me this afternoon and we can discuss their role in the party tomorrow. And for your question about how many girls I control. I have four more, making six in total between the ages of 13 and 15 that will do anything I tell them to. If you want them to attend, then I will make sure they are there for your party. Darrell told her, That would be great. Go ahead and bring those two little cunts on over this afternoon so we can do some planning for tomorrow. Who knows, we may just enjoy our selves this afternoon. Brittany hung up the phone and handed it to Wayne and thanked him. She turned to the other two girls and told them, All right you two bitches. Come with me. Were going to Darrell Mitchells house now. She told the boys. Ill see you guys tomorrow at the Mitchells. Wayne grabbed a hose that was hooked to the outside water faucet and turned the cold water on Karen and started spraying her body. He washed all of the cum, piss, shit and vomit off of her. When she was clean on the outside, he stuck the nozzle in her cunt and sprayed her cunt until all of the cum was washed out of it. He turned off the water and told her, You sure took good care of my boys. I think that you earned the right to have the deli meats and cheeses delivered tomorrow. Now come back inside and get dressed. Karen crawled inside and went to the chair where her clothes were. She took off her nipple and clit chain off to put her clothes on and then replaced the chain. She went out the door to the deli at the front of the store and looked at Wayne and asked, So you will fill the order for us now? Wayne told her, Ill definitely be providing not only what was requested, but because you gave us such a good show, Im going to throw in some extra special meats that I just got in. Thank you for your little show. Now you better hurry or you will be late for your next stop. End of Part 10 Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 63 By Redlegtiger Edited by GuiltyKarma [email protected] [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Join the conversation at http://groups.google.com/group/redlegtigers-tigers-den or at http://www.rppstories.com/forum/index.php?board=25.0 which is the URL for the Redlegtigers Lair where you can comment on all of my stories as well as many fantasies and stories of fans. We would love for you to drop in and comment, leave pictures or even post a story or fantasy yourself. Redlegtigers Tigers Den Chat: Every Wednesday evening from 7 pm to 11 pm Central U.S. time, I will be conducting a live group chat. Come and join the conversation. Just about all topics are discussed. Meet some of the real life people that have inspired characters in the story. The chat is on Windows Live Messenger(Formerly MSN messenger). Just use [email protected] or [email protected] to IM me or guilty and join the conversation. Chapter 63, Pony Girl Training Sarah, Aminda and Michelle came into the kitchen and made themselves a quick lunch. They sat and talked with Tina. They learned that Tina had two daughters age seventeen and fourteen. Aminda asked, They sound wonderful. We would love to meet them some time. Please tell us their names. Tina answered, Well the youngest ones name is Kelly. She is a bright girl and is a cheerleader for her junior high school. She gets straight As and is absolutely the funniest of the two girls. She can keep you in stitches for hours telling funny stories. Now the seventeen year old is Rhonda. She used to be very outgoing and a good student too. But during the last school year she started acting out and became very withdrawn. She wont tell me whats wrong either which isnt like her. She always shared everything with me before. All three girls could tell that Tina was concerned for her oldest daughter. Aminda and Michelle looked at Sarah with hopeful eyes and Aminda said, Maybe you could bring your girls out here some time. We could go horse back riding and go swimming at the waterfall. We promise not to do anything that would expose them to anything you wouldnt want them to be exposed to. Rhonda might open up to someone that is closer to her age. Because we are close to her age she might give us an idea of what is going on with her. Aminda was looking at Sarah the whole time she was making the suggestion to Tina. Sarah nodded her approval and the three girls focused their attention on Tina who was considering the offer. She answered, Ill have to think about that. I havent quite gotten used to things around here. Ill have to be honest with you. The things that you guys do here is way beyond acceptable to normal people. Most would have left already and Geri is almost to that point. Ive convinced her to stay for now, but shell need some time to get use to things. I think I understand why you guys are the way you are but it is still something that takes a bit of getting use to. Let Geri and I have a bit of time to adjust and then Ill consider it. Thanks for the suggestion though. Im not turning you down. Im just asking you to wait until I can make a better decision. Sarah said, Good enough. Were ready whenever you are. Just let us know so we can plan for them to be here. If and when I make that decision, I will let you know. Now if you guys are done with lunch, Ill just give Sarah a quick check up before you guys do anything else. Why dont you two give us about ten minutes or so and then you can give her, her therapy. For the next hour, Sarah was checked out and did her therapy. The therapy was done in her room and when they were done, the three of them climbed up on Sarahs bed and Michelle continued to tell the story of their time at the Baybee Pony Girl Ranch. I told you before about our schedule of a typical day. After classes started, our time training went down drastically. It took time to get out to the training arena and back so after the second week they started building something in the center of the area just outside of our stall doors. It didnt take them long to finish putting it up. When it was done we soon found out what it was for. The morning after the item was installed our trainers came in and woke us up at the normal time. We did everything we normally would in a morning to get ready for the day. When it was time for training though, the trainers handed us a couple of nipple clamps and told us to put them on. These clamps were just like the ones we had been wearing before but they also had a little electrical connecter on them. I screwed mine down like I normally did the other ones. After we had them on, we were led to the contraption they had built. The thing they had built was the strangest looking thing to us. But the first time I saw it I knew that we werent going to like it. It had a center pole that was about eight inches in diameter. It looked like a big screw and went from the floor to about ten feet above us. You could see the electrical wires that brought power to it come down from the ceiling there. At about hip height were two L shaped arms that extended out from a sleeve that went around the center screw. The sleeve had a control panel on it that the trainers could use to insert commands. At the end of each of the L shaped arms was a connection that dildos could be screwed to. At about head height was another pair of arms that had an L shaped rod hanging down that a dildo could also be screwed to. Coming out of the left side of the arm was a long T shaped rod. There was a pulley at each end of the T and a small cable came out of each one. We were each led up to one of the arms. They had large twelve inch dildos on them that were about two inches wide. We were made to stand on our tiptoes and then insert the dildos into our cunts. Once we did that the trainer led us on a leash around the pole. As we walked around the arm holding the dildo raised up. We stopped as soon as the dildo was firmly inserted to the base in our cunts. Then the top bar was lowered down and the dildo inserted into our mouths. The dildo was only six inches and didnt block our airway. We did have to breathe through our noses though. Finally the cables hanging off of the end of the T arm behind us were pulled and attached to the nipple clamps and a thin wire connected to the electrical connection. Our arms were finally cuffed behind our backs hand to elbow. This whole process took less than a couple of minutes. Fyre had joined us just as they were finishing. When our trainers had both stepped away from us she said, This is where you will do your morning and noon time training. Your afternoon training will still be at the track. When we start the trainer, you will be expected to pony step at the appropriate speed. If you go too slow, the dildos will begin to rise until you are supported by the dildos in your cunts. If you go the right speed they will stay where they are. If you go too fast they will begin to lower. If the lower arms go down, so do the upper ones. This will cause you to have to stoop over. As you can imagine, you could become very uncomfortable real soon. The trainers will whip you if you dont pony step correctly at any time. You are also going to be trained to respond to reins instinctively. You will feel your left and right nipples being pulled alternately. You will turn in the direction it pulls each time. If you dont turn correctly, you will be automatically shocked. The result is that you will be pony stepping around the trainer constantly weaving left and right. Each week we will increase the speed on the trainer until you are at an almost full run. Even when you are running, you will be punished if you dont pony step correctly. Fyre pressed the control and the trainer started to turn. It gradually built up speed as we pony stepped around the pole. We had made it around the pole two times when I felt the first tug on my left tit. I didnt respond fast enough turning left and got shocked. I screamed out in pain but didnt stop stepping. No sooner had I turned left than I felt my right tit being pulled. I turned right but did it too quickly this time and got shocked. I heard Aminda scream the same time I did as well. As soon as I had turned it pulled on the left again and this time I managed to do it without getting shocked. We were obviously not going fast enough because the dildos in our cunts were beginning to go up. I concentrated on speeding up a bit as I turned to the left and right as directed by the reins. It was obvious that Aminda was getting used to the machine as well. It took us about twenty minutes before we began to weaken from exhaustion. It was a little over thirty minutes into the training that I felt my right nipple clamp begin to work loose. It didnt take but a couple of minutes for the clamp to be pulled off by the incessant tugging of the reins. When it did, all hell broke loose. The trainers stopped the machine trainer and proceeded to whip us. We both were whipped on our back and on our front and tits for the remaining eighteen minutes of the training period. We were both screaming around the dildo in our throats from the whipping. It sure made it so that we didnt want to have the clamps come off again. When the noon training session was over, we were disconnected from the device and led back into our stalls crying. We would have to sit at the desk and listen to the class. It was very painful to sit on that hard desk after being whipped for just shy of twenty minutes but it was something we had become used to at Clearview. We took notes as the tears of pain gradually quit falling and dripping onto our notes. This became our normal school day. Get up and clean out the stall. Go out to the paddock to relieve ourselves. Return back to the stall and make our horse cum and deliver the cum to the collection station. Put on our nipple clamps and then go out to the trainer. We would train for an hour and then return to our stall for classes. At noon we would spend another hour on the trainer. Then back to classes until three. At three we would be put into our pony gear and led out to the training track. There we would train until dinner time at seven in the evening. We would be washed down and led back to our stall to eat dinner. From eight to nine we would be trained in dressage. From nine to ten we would be made to study. Sometimes we had to study longer but the training never varied. The speed of the machine we trained on gradually increased until we were running for almost the full hour. We would begin at a walk and rapidly work up to a run and then for the last ten minutes it would slow down gradually until we were walking again. This allowed us to catch our breath before we were taken off. The afternoon training consisted of us initially just running with an empty sulky being pulled behind us. We trained pulling sulkies designed for a single pony girl. We started out running a mile. Each week the distance was increased by a quarter of a mile and a twenty five pound weight was added. By the end of the semester in December we were pulling over 300 pounds and running for four miles each evening. In mid December they took the weights off and the trainers mounted the sulky and we were trained with them pulling on the reins and guiding us. By then we were both pony stepping by instinct. We had been trained for so long that it was normal for us. For a couple of weeks we were trained in the 400 meter race, the 800 meter race and the 1500 meter race. Pulling the trainers was much easier than pulling the 300 pounds of dead weight. But that didnt last long. After a week of pulling just the trainers they began adding weight again in 50 pound intervals. During the three weeks of winter break from classes at Clearview we were trained in long distances. We started at five kilometers and then ten kilometers. Any time we began to slow down too much the trainers would whip us. Every day we would run either one or the other of the distances. Just before the beginning of classes for the spring semester, we were told that we were going to have a race. This wasnt an official competition but something the trainers did. They took bets with each other as to who would win or not. The poor slaves that lost would find their training to be that much more painful. Our trainers took us to the starting line where we joined eight other pony girls. We were all pulling sulkies with our trainers on them. All of the trainers were men so the weight variation was only about twenty pounds from smallest to largest. When the gun went off we ran as hard as we could. At first one of the others was in the lead but Aminda and I were right behind her. The girl in the lead began to fade on the last turn and both Aminda and I had plenty of kick left. All of the training at Clearview was helping us now. We had started out in better shape than the others and had steadily improved during the semester of training. Aminda came in first of course. She is my mistress so I never tried to beat her but I wouldnt let anyone else catch up to us. So it was Aminda in first place and I in second. We waited about an hour and then we were lined up again. This time we ran the 800 meter race. Aminda came in first again and I had to really work to keep another pony girl from coming up and passing us. She had a terribly fast kick at the end. It was a close finish with Aminda being first, me second and then the other girl a close third. This was repeated for the mile race as well only it was another girl. Aminda won all three races. I think my trainer finally figured out that I would always come in second to Aminda because after the third race he came up to me after the third race than the other two. He apparently bet on Aminda in first and me second and had won a sizeable amount. He told me that he understood about letting my mistress always win. At the beginning of the spring term we started training for tandem racing. We started training with a sulky designed for two pony girls to pull. We started training with a dead weight of 300 pounds and one of the trainers riding. Fifty pounds was added with each week of training for six weeks. We were trained in the 400 meter, 800 meter and 15OO meter race with the sulky. It was pretty rough going for the first few weeks. Our form was perfect but we just didnt have any speed. We were whipped constantly by the trainers if we didnt go fast enough. After the weight had been increased to 600 pounds plus the trainer they stopped adding weight. We actually began to pick up speed in our pace then. When we ran we had to run as fast as we could and if that wasnt fast enough we were whipped on our backs and if they were really pissed at us they would aim the whip so it would come around and hit our clamped tits. By the end of the tenth week we were going at a pretty fast pace. We were developing some pretty serious running muscles. After week twelve which was the first week in April, we began our long distance training. We were made to pull the sulky for five kilometers for a week, ten for a week and then twenty for a week. For the final week of training they finally took all of the weights off. Then we ran the 400 meter, 800 meter, 1500 meter, 5 kilometer and the 10 kilometer distances. We were timed for each one. They didnt tell us the times but by the smiles on their faces we must have done pretty well on all of them. On Monday when we did the 400 meters it was just our trainers. On Tuesday when we did the 800 meters it was all of the trainers. On Wednesday, all of the trainers and trained pony girls were watching with Fyre lecturing the other pony girls and pointing to us. On Thursday for the 5 kilometer run it was all of them and Mistress Baybee. She went away with a big grin on her face. The next day, the entire school and all of the staff were lined up around the field watching us. All Aminda and I tried to do was run as fast and as perfectly as we could. It turned out that we were setting all sorts of school records. While we were running, when most other people would be getting tired and slowing down to try and conserve their strength our connection with each other would allow us to keep going a bit longer. We would begin to tire but at a slower pace than the others. When I could feel Aminda start to tire, I would flood my thoughts with love for her. She would seem to pick up enough strength to keep going. When I was weakening, she would do the same. That is what helped us to run faster and longer than anyone else and break the records. Of course we werent told at the time that was what we were doing. We just accepted that the crowd watching us was typical for any pony girls being trained. The day we ran the Ten Kilometer run with the tandem sulky was our last day of training. The next week was a scheduled competition. Mistress Baybee came to our stalls that night right after dinner to watch our Dressage training. By the end of the training, she was happier than I had ever seen her. When we were done she told us, You two are quite the pair of pony girls. You are going to put on quite the show at the competition next week. We will have a surprise for you after the competition as well if you win. I just know you will enjoy it. I wish your masters would sell you to me. I can assure you that you are two of the best Ive had come through training. I am going to hate having to send you home. That was the first mention of going home. I got really sad and could feel Aminda getting sad as well. Even though the training was hard, there was a purpose behind it. We both actually felt happier at the ranch than at home. Mistress Baybee turned and left while the trainers took us into our stalls. The harness maker was there and he checked our measurements to see if there were any adjustments necessary for our dress harnesses and our racing harnesses that we hadnt worn since that first time. When he was done he told them that no adjustments were necessary. After that we were allowed to go into our stalls and relax. About that time, Nancy called up to the girls and told them that dinner was ready. Aminda and Michelle helped Sarah down the stairs and into the dining room for dinner. They had a wonderful dinner together. It was after dinner when they got a call from Karen. She talked for a few minutes with both Tom and Nancy to catch up on everything to include Sarahs Progress. Then she asked to talk to Michelle. Michelle quickly got on the phone and said Hi mom. When are you going to be able to come home? Karen answered, Soon baby, soon. Brittany is healing quicker than they expected. It seems that there wasnt as much damage as they had originally thought. It will probably be another two or three weeks. Thanks for calling me mom by the way. Michelle answered, As long as you join Aminda and Me in submitting to Mistress Sarah, I will always call you mom. You still are going to arent you? Karen paused for a few moments as if an internal conflict still continued within her but she answered, I promised I would and I always keep my promises. I love you honey. Michelle smiled as she told her, I love you to. Karen asked how she was adjusting to life with the Warrens. Michelle told her everything except about finding the cave. That was just for the bitchpups. They were just winding up their conversation when there was someone in the background asking if she could talk to Michelle. There was a quick pause on the phone and then Karen came back on and said, I have someone here that wants to talk to you. You might want to get Aminda because Im sure shell want to talk to her too. Michelle put her hand over the phone and yelled, Aminda its Angie on the phone. She wants to talk to us. Aminda came running into the kitchen from the dining room. She sat on a chair by the phone. Michelle reached over and pushed the button to put it on speaker phone. Just as she put the speaker on Angie came on and said in a weak voice, Hi Michelle? Is that really you? Michelle answered, Its really me and Aminda too. How are you feeling? Angie answered, Weak but great now that I hear your voice. I thought I would never see you guys again. I prayed constantly for the chance to be with you guys again. Michelle said, Im sorry we didnt think about you earlier. We were telling our new mistress all about our life and when we told her about you I realized that we hadnt heard anything about you. Then I remembered you telling us about that room under the church and asked Karen to find you. She said they found you just in time. We love you Angie. You can come be with us if you want. Angie said, You said you had a mistress. I thought they freed us from our mistresses and masters. Aminda answered, You will find that after you get away from it that you will crave it. We found a girl that is a couple of years younger than us that we came to love and we submitted to her. She was shot by a hunt team searching for us and was almost killed. We are using our submission to her to help motivate her to get better sooner. Of course you know that I am Michelles mistress. Angie said, Thats different then. I cant believe Im talking to you guys. This is so great. I promise you that I will come live with you guys. I couldnt live with mom and dad any more. They wouldnt understand. Michelle broke in and said, Thats why we told Karen to invite you to live with us. We understand. What happened to you? Can you tell us what the reverend did to you? Angie paused for a moment and said, Well its a long story but Ill tell you as long as the phone holds out. The day of the first raid where Karen told me she noticed Michelle on the TV, the reverend had a little party with me as the entertainment. It was horrible. He had invited all of the organization boys to the church under guise of a church function. He made me kneel naked on the altar in the sanctuary. There were over 100 boys that came in and were seated in the sanctuary. The reverend stepped up to the podium and welcomed the boys. He announced, Tonight we are celebrating the making of the church slut. You boys will have the privilege of using little missy priss as time goes on. We will train you how to be a Dom and make a slave submit. Many of you will get a chance to go to Clearview to continue your training. For those of you that dont go to Clearview, you will learn here. Tonight I invited you to enjoy the church slut before your training begins. First she will put this tit press on and screw it down extremely tight. The reverend walked up to me and handed me the tit press. It was two long, two inch wide by one inch thick boards that were long enough to cover both my tits. As the obedient slave I put the tit press so that one board was above and one below my tits. I then began to turn the screws and tightening the press. I had to keep adjusting the press so that the boards were as far back on my tits as possible. It was soon getting hard to turn them and they began to cause me some pain. I turned them a couple of more times around, screaming in agony with each turn. The boys began laughing and cheering at my pain. I quit after that but the reverend wouldnt let me stop. He made me keep turning the tit press again and again. I screamed from the pain each time and got more cheers. Finally the reverend announced that it was enough. I knelt there on the altar with my tits pressed and the ends bulging out and turning blue. I was whimpering in pain. When I was done with the tit press, the reverend stepped back up to the podium and announced, Now that the slut is properly prepared, each of you will get a chance to step up and get a blow job from her. You will do so in the order of the name badge that you picked up when you got here. When you cum, little missy priss will put a thumb tack in her left tit. She will do that for each and every one of you. If she doesnt, then slap her until she complies. So if the boy with number one would step up and take his turn, lets begin. A boy got up from the pews and came up to the altar. He commanded me to lie down on my back so I did. He pressed his cock up to my lips and I opened my mouth like the dutiful slave I was. He proceeded to fuck my throat for the next couple of minutes. He was about my age so he had a hair trigger and came. He handed me a pin and told me to push it in my tit. I dutifully complied and screamed while doing so. The sanctuary erupted in cheers from my pain. No sooner had I quit screaming and opened my eyes than another boy was standing there to take his turn. He soon came and made me push a pin in my tits. This continued on for the next couple of hours until I had sucked every boy there plus the reverend. He didnt make me push a pin in though. He was the last to go and he slapped my pin filled tit over and over causing me to scream around his cock fucking my throat. By the time he came my tit was a pain filled bloody mess. Blood was trickling down the side of my tit and on down to stain the white satin cloth covering the altar. Im sure I looked like a sacrificial lamb. Im also quite sure that it was what he had in mind. When the reverend came, he put his hand on my pin filled tit and squeezed hard. I screamed so hard and long that I almost passed out from not taking a breath. I also knew that he wasnt done with me. My stomach felt bloated from all of the cum I had been forced to drink. After he came the reverend stepped back and put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. He attached a wire with an alligator clip on the end onto my nipple. He went back to the podium and pushed a button. I felt an extremely painful shock course through my tit. It seemed to find every single pin and radiate more pain through every pin prick. I screamed in agony until I passed out. I woke up to the smell of ammonia being passed right under my nose. When I was awake the reverend turned and walked back to the podium. He announced, Now that little missy priss is back with us. You have all had a chance to take the edge off, the next part of our program tonight will be to give little missy priss the fucking of her life. We will again go in the same order as before. As before, for each fuck, she will be forced to push a pin into her right tit like she did to her left. The first boy came up and ordered me to scoot my ass to the edge of the altar. I immediately complied as I had been trained. He then ordered me to grab my legs by the knees and hold them. After I did he pushed his hard cock into my cunt. He began to fuck me as hard and quick as he could. He reached up and squeezed my tits as he did. Of course that just pushed the pins in more and drew more blood from my left tit. I screamed in pain wondering how I was going to be able to stand being fucked by 100 boys while they squeezed my pin filled tit. Again he didnt last long. Even after having cum before he only lasted a couple of minutes. He was soon forcing his cock into me as hard as he could in an unsteady rhythm. He forced it in to the hilt and screamed out his ecstasy as he squeezed my tits harder than ever before. I screamed in pain to counterpoint his scream. I soon felt his warm cum filling me up. It excited me somehow and I came close to cumming myself. Ill never understand how that mix of pain and pleasure always makes me want to cum. After the boy was done he pulled out and handed me the pin. I dutifully pushed it into my right tit next to the board of the tit press. That tit was already aching from the press. The added insult of pushing the pin in was almost as bad as the electric shock. I screamed out in pain bringing cheers and applause. I thought back to what you guys went through at the maze. I knew that what I was doing was no where near that bad. It gave me the strength to go on. I knew if you could survive that, I could do this. I was panting and whimpering from the pain when I became aware that my cunt was being flooded again with cum. Somehow I had spaced out enough that I couldnt even tell that I was being fucked. He handed me his pin and I pushed it into my tit and gave the boys more of the screams they were so excited to hear. I hadnt even finished screaming when the next boy had stepped up and pushed his cock into me. He fucked me and fucked me for what seemed forever. He also grabbed my tits and squeezed them. The pain rushing through my pin filled tit seemed to surge straight to my pussy and I came hard. I screamed again but with a mix of pain and pleasure this time. I was just cumming down from my cum when I felt the boy cum in me. He handed me his pin and I pushed it into my right tit, whimpering as I did. Just then another boy stepped up. Thats the way it went for the next several hours. I would be fucked unmercifully by a boy until he came and then have to push a pin into my tit when he was done. About every third or fourth boy, I would cum from the abuse. The good thing for my poor cunt was that the boys didnt last long. But after taking over thirty of them, I started feeling severe pain with every thrust into my sorely abused pussy. But that didnt stop them from fucking me. By the time every boy had taken his turn, my pussy was so sore that it had actually started bleeding a little. I was to the point of screaming in pain with every thrust and withdrawal as I was fucked by the last fifteen or twenty boys. Now that the last one had cum, it was the reverends turn. He of course didnt have the problem of lasting. He joyously took his turn and pushed his large cock into my bloody hole. He took great pleasure in grabbing both of my pin filled tits with his hands. I screamed and screamed in pain the whole time. The problem with the reverend is that not only did he know how to inflict great pain but he also knew how to combine it with intense pleasure. When he was getting close to cumming he continued squeezing my tit with one hand but he reached down and pinched my clit as hard as he could. That caused me to cum hard. He kept pinching like that until he came. I screamed again with a mix of pain and pleasure and passed out. I woke up a second time to the smell of ammonia. After I did, the reverend gave my tits one last squeeze and then attached another wire to my right nipple. Again when he went up to the podium he pushed a button. This time both tits felt like they were on fire as the voltage went from my nipple to every pin in both tits. I was beginning to wonder if the reverend was trying to kill me. In my delirium I called out for both you guys. I had been thinking about how strong you three were in the maze and using that to keep me going. When the shock happened I instinctively called for you to come help me. Of course you couldnt help because you werent there. I know from Karen that you were going through your own personal hell at home at the hands of your mistresses and masters. But to me just the thought of you surviving the maze was enough to give me the strength to go on. It was Just as if you were there with me. I passed out from the electrical shock after a long hard scream and cum. I woke to the smell of ammonia again. God only knows how I hated that smell. After I was awake, whimpering and moaning constantly in pain now, the reverend stepped up to the podium. He announced, We have but one more task for the evening. If you are up for a third fuck, stay here. But if you are done for the night, go ahead and leave if you want. I know it is after midnight and some of you arent used to it. He paused for a few minutes but only a few left the church. I think it was less than twenty. When at last he continued after those boys left he said, The final event for the night will be a good fucking of little missy prisss ass. This time after you fuck her just stick the pin into her in any area you feel like that is available to you. She will remain in the same position as she did when you fucked her cunt so yes it is available as well. After this you will all be given a schedule for you to come and spend a little time with our little fuck slave. She will willingly comply with anything you ask of her. Now let the fun begin in the same order as before. The first boy stepped up and fucked my ass. He lasted a lot longer this time. They didnt use any lubricant other than the cum that was seeping out of my overfull cunt. After all of the training with the dildos and the constant fucking at school though, it was just another fucking. He didnt squeeze my tits this time. He fucked and fucked for minutes on end. I knew I was going to be in for a hard time this time. Even with some of them having left there were over seventy of them to fuck my ass. My cunt was so sore, and it lubricated itself. My ass didnt have the same ability. It would have to rely on any lubrication that leaked down. I guess that when they started cumming that would help a bit but I knew it would bleed worse than my cunt did before it was all over. When the boy finally came, he screamed out in glorious ecstasy and at that moment pushed the pin straight into my clit. I screamed in horrendous pain and then I started cumming. I came so hard that my body convulsed in spasm after spasm. Every muscle in my body was shaking and contracting so much that I almost fell off of the altar. I hadnt even stopped shaking before the next boy began to fuck my ass. When he was done he pushed his pin next to the one the first boy had stuck in my clit. That is the way it went for the rest of the early morning. I was fucked in the ass over and over again. My cunt lips were full of pins and when there was no room left to push pins there they started pushing them in around my ass hole. That way whenever one of them fucked me, the pins were driven into me deeper and deeper. I had lost my voice from screaming much earlier in the ass fucking but I screamed in my small whispery voice from the battering my ass was taking. I went into a delirium then. I dont know how much longer it took but I suddenly realized there was a pause. I was forced out of my delirium by that cursed ammonia smell again. I wish they would have just left me the way I was. But the reverend leaned over and looked into my eyes and said, Only one more fuck to go. He stuck his cock into my ass and began pounding me. Oh how it hurt. He took great pleasure in pounding into me as hard as he could, forcing the pins to really cause damage. He squeezed my pin filled tits but every third or fourth thrust he would pull back his hand and slap it down hard on my pin filled clit and cunt. If I would have had a voice left, I would have screamed bloody murder. Nothing came out though. I was just too hoarse. Finally the Reverend began cumming in my bloody cunt. When he did he reached down with his right hand and squeezed my pin filled cunt as hard as he could. I blacked out from the pain. I was soon waking up to the ammonia smell again. The reverend woke me up just so he could show me the wire with the alligator clip on it. He pulled the pin in my clit part of the way out. Then he attached the alligator clip to that. The next thing I know Im screaming in pain and pleasure and every other feeling that you can feel as electricity coursed through my tits, clit, cunt and ass. I blacked out in the pain and pleasure of it all. I dont know how much later it was that I woke up. I was back in the little apartment that the reverend kept me in. I still had pins in my cunt and tits. I quickly started to pull them out. Then I took off the tit press. I screamed in silent agony as the blood flowed back to my compressed tits. I was crying and sobbing hard as the normal circulation returned to my tits. Blood flowed from all of the pin pricks for a long time. When I was done getting them all out I ran a tub full of hot water and slipped into it. I soaked for over an hour, letting the physical and emotional pain go. I was a slave. I was just used for what a slave is to be used for. That is all that I could do. I dosed off for a few minutes and decided to get out before I fell asleep and drowned. Though that was tempting, I feared they would do something to my parents if I did. I got out, dried off and went back to the bed I had woken up in. I removed the bloody sheets and just lay down on the dirty old mattress. I was too tired to get a clean set. That was the last time I ever saw the reverend. I usually saw him at least once a day or every other day at least. I was eating my slave gruel meals like I normally did. There was fresh food in the refrigerator that I would fix meals for the reverend. I figured out on the following Wednesday night that something had happened because he usually came to me on a daily basis. I didnt know why but when the choir didnt sing that night, I knew something was up. I waited until the weekend before I did anything though. On Saturday I decided that no one was coming back for me. I started screaming and yelling for someone to hear me and let me out but no one came. I quit eating the slave gruel and began to fix the food that the reverend had left. I portioned it up so that I only ate enough to keep me alive. I hoped and prayed for rescue but after a couple of weeks the reverends food ran out and all I had was a big bag of slave gruel. That was normally only a couple of weeks worth when it was full and it was just over half full at the time. I ate it in portions that were about a quarter of the size that they fed me. It kept me alive for a long time. I ran out of food about five days before they came for me. I had started eating my own shit for whatever nutrients I could get out of it. I mean, we were forced to do it at Clearview all of the time so I figured this time there was a real reason to do it. After a couple of days of that though, I even quit shitting. I know I wouldnt have lasted much longer if they hadnt come and rescued me. You saved me again. Just like you did that time at Clearview when Aminda saved me from being a drudge slave. This time it was you Michelle. But it was the bitchpups that saved me. I owe both of you my life now. All I want is to be with you guys from now on. I could never live without you, knowing what you have done for me. I cant wait to get there and meet our new mistress. Tell her I love her for what she has gone through for you two. I love you guys. Both sides of the phone conversation were quiet except for the sobbing from Aminda, Michelle, Angie, Karen and yes Sarah who had been there for the whole story. Nancy walked in and wondered what was wrong. Michelle looked up and shook her head no as she whispered out, Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfectly fine now. Nancy knew that, that wasnt entirely true. When she had come into the kitchen and heard the sobbing over the speaker phone, she figured that something had been said that had hit a nerve. She held out her arms and went up to Michelle and hugged her. She then hugged Aminda and Sarah as well. She finally said, I take it you talked to your friend that they just rescued? Michelle shook her head yes. Nancy spoke up loud enough for Angie and Karen to hear. Angie, you have a home here. You are welcome to come and stay with us for as long as you want. You are special to Aminda and Michelle and therefore to Karen and us. Welcome to the family, such as it is. That brought another round of crying and sobbing. Finally Aminda spoke up and said, We love you Angie. You are a bitchpup just as much as Michelle or I am. Well see you soon. Know that we love you very much. Tell Karen to take good care of you until youre back with us. Aminda hung up the phone and they all went in to join Tom and Nancy to watch a movie. The movie was almost over when Sarah said, Im getting tired. Would you guys take me upstairs to my room? Aminda and Michelle immediately got up and helped Sarah get up. They created a cradle with their arms and took Sarah upstairs. When they got to her room she ordered, I want you guys to give me a bath and then Aminda will go and sleep with mom and dad. Be sure to ask them to whip you first. I want them to get used to doing it. Aminda and Michelle answered, Yes Mistress Sarah. Aminda went to get the bath ready while Michelle undressed Sarah. When she was naked she helped her to the chair and wheeled her to the bathroom. Aminda was just turning the water off when they got into the room. They both helped Sarah into the water and then they both stripped down and climbed in with Sarah, one in front of her and one behind her. Aminda turned the whirlpool control on and they began to soap up a rag. They spent a few minutes washing Sarah together on both her front and back. After they were done cleaning her up, they quickly washed themselves. After they rinsed off they turned the whirlpool off and climbed out. They dried off and helped Sarah back to bed. Then Sarah said, I will sleep with Michelle now. You go on down to mom and dad. Remember to take the whips with you. Aminda picked up the two whips and took them down to Tom and Nancy. She didnt like to be whipped but she knew it gave her better cums and it was what her mistress wanted of her. That was what slaves were for. She entered the Family room where the movie was just ending. She held a whip out and gave one to Nancy and then Tom. She said, Please take me to your room and whip me, then let me make love to you both. I need it desperately. Tom looked at Nancy and then back to Aminda and asked, Are you sure you want this. Sarahs not making you do this is she? Aminda didnt want to tell them the truth and get her mistress in trouble so she lied saying, No sir. I just feel like I need to be whipped. Its been too long and I want you to. I would much rather it is with someone I care about as much as I do you guys. You have made our lives so fun and have been so nice to us. I just want to show you how much it means to me in the only way I know how. The first part may have been a lie but she meant every word of the last of her statement. She really did love the Warrens and what they were doing for them. She walked to their bedroom with them following her. She had never put any clothes back on so she didnt have to strip. She reached up with both hands and grabbed the right rear post of their four poster bed. She extended her hips out in invitation and spread her legs out about three feet apart. She looked over her shoulder and then said, I would like about twenty swats from both of you. You can do it all at the same time or one after the other. Its up to you. Tom looked at Nancy and said, Lets just get this over with and do it at the same time. You know I dont really like doing this. Aminda didnt like hearing that. She knew it was counter to what they were trying to accomplish by doing this. She had to stifle this before he put a stop to it. She said, Please Mr. Tom. Please learn to like it for our sakes. We will need this for the rest of our lives. We are going to be living with you for a long time before we go anywhere else. Please help us by doing this. Please dont hate us for having you do this to us. We need it. Aminda surprised herself by how much she really meant what she said. She thought she was just making something up to get them to whip her without feeling bad about it but she realized now that she meant every word. She hated to be whipped but she had an almost uncontrollable need to be whipped. Even though she hated it with a passion she did get longer and better orgasms from it. Aminda was going through this thought process when she felt the first strike of the whip from Nancy. Tom took his turn next and then they continued to alternate whipping her. They werent doing it very hard but the idea was to get them to do it at all. She didnt scream from the whipping but she did start to get excited. Aminda was getting close to cumming when they stopped. She wanted to cum so much that she begged, Please keep whipping me. I was almost ready to cum. Please! Tom couldnt believe she was begging for more. He stepped back and said, Nancy, why dont you get down and take care of her sweet little pussy and Ill whip her until she cums. Nancy got down on her knees and leaned down so she could latch her mouth onto Amindas pussy from behind. Tom began to whip her as Aminda began to yell, Oh yes. Suck my cunt and whip me. Im close I am so close keep going. I am going to cum soon. Oh yes oh yes aaahhheeeeeiiiiiii. Aminda shuddered as she came and came. Tom quit whipping her but Nancy continued to eat her through her orgasm. Aminda kept cumming until she couldnt stand any more and started to collapse. Tom dropped the whip and caught her just in time. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. Both Tom and Nancy lay down on either side of her. Tom was as excited as he ever had been. It was quite the erotic display. He lined his cock up with Amindas cunt and began to push in. She immediately woke up and said, Please no. Fuck me in my ass please. I need a good ass fuck. I havent had one since before we were rescued. Tom couldnt believe she was asking him to fuck her in the ass. He wasnt going to complain though. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and lined it up with her ass. He started pushing in slowly and gently. Aminda wasnt going to have any of that so she pushed back hard, driving his rampant cock in to the hilt in one push. Tom began to fuck her over and over. Her ass was nice and tight. Soon he felt a tongue added to the mix of sensations he was feeling. Nancy had heard Aminda beg to be fucked in the ass. She waited until Tom had established a good rhythm. She then turned around and began to suck and fuck on Amindas cunt with her tongue. She frequently moved her efforts to the joined cock and ass. Soon Aminda was cumming and cumming from her efforts. She screamed out one last time as she came hard when Tom began cumming in her cunt. She passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. Up in the nurses quarters, at the same time that was going on, Geri and Tina were also making love to each other. They were falling more and more in love with each other as time went on. They finally had their fill for the night and rolled apart. Tina said, I dont have to go home tonight. Both girls are staying over night at friends houses. Lets just enjoy the night with each other. We dont know when we will ever get another chance like this. Geri responded, I think I would like that, but just what about all of this stuff going on around here. The stuff these girls are doing is absolutely perverted. Im not sure I want to continue here. I know that these girls have known no other way of life but shouldnt they be in counseling or something? Tina said, You havent talked to Karen obviously. She is the one that Tom and Nancy said was responsible for their company being so successful. She was a slave just like these girls were. She said that she spent her time in college in a fraternity sisterhood that she organized and focused around sex. Every one of those girls she recruited is among the smartest and most important contributors to Tom and Nancys company. If she says that we should let them enjoy themselves in the only way they know how, then so be it. I may not want to do those things myself, but I wont stop them from doing it nor will I abandon them. I dont think they would find another pair of nurses who would put up with it, do you? Geri honestly answered, No, youre probably right about that. I guess I can put up with it. But what if it were your kids? Tina thought for a minute, I dont know what I would do if it were my own kids that had been put through this. I really dont. I dont have to worry about that thank god. My girls are safe with me at home. That organization is a long way away from us. That is one thing I am thankful I will never have to face. I cant imagine what parents of some of those kids that were abducted are going to go through. I think it would be better for them to not know. This is the end of Chapter 63 Note to Fans: Those that would like to see the campus map and pictures of Clearview Preparatory School, visit my MySpace web site or Redlegtigers Tigers Den on google groups. I have posted the pictures in my pics file there. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and [email protected] to let us know what you think of the story. or visit http://www.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions so please take the time to email me. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM Library and like the story please vote and comment.

Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 24 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 24, Doggyslut the Huntress At five thirty in the morning, a little over two and a half hours after she went to sleep, Mistress Tyree was shaking doggyslut awake with her foot. As doggyslut started to wake up, it took a while for her to figure out where she was. Karen took this opportunity to try to take control and Doggyslut/Karen was frozen in place while the battle went on. Mistress Tyree pushed her foot harder into doggysluts tit and it hurt a bit. Doggyslut relished the pain and it gave her the strength to gain control over Karen. This bothered doggyslut some. Karen had not tried to gain back control like this before. She started to worry that she might be fighting back for control. She would have to be wary. She finally struggled up into her slaves position and asked, What is your pleasure Mistress? Mistress Tyree said, I need relief and then we need to get going. Its time to take dipshit hunting. Doggyslut moved and placed her mouth over Mistress Tyrees cunt and soon had a stream of piss filling her mouth. She swallowed over and over not spilling a drop. When the last stream of piss came out, Mistress Tyree ordered, Take me over to the closet and help me get dressed. Then well go see to dipshit. Im sure that well need to wake her up. I doubt that its been too long since they finished with her. Doggyslut took Mistress to the closet and helped her get dressed. Once she was dressed, she wheeled her out to the dungeon. They went over to dipshit, who was leaning over a table with her tits mashed into the hard surface. Her wrists were shackled to the legs on one side with her head hanging down over the edge. The table was just wide enough that her hips hung down over the other edge. Her legs were shackled to the legs on the other side of the table as well. Dried cum and blood was crusted on her ass with a little still oozing out of her ass hole. A crusted layer of cum also covered the area around her cunt and her mouth. It looked as if a hundred men had cum in her; so much was still streaming out and dripping on the ground. Doggyslut went over to a cabinet that Mistress Tyree had directed her to. She found a selection of vials of different drugs. She selected the vial that her mistress requested and selected a needle and syringe. She filled the syringe with the contents of the vial and then injected it into dipshits ass cheeks. Doggyslut disconnected the shackles from her ankles and wrists. She shook dipshit but only got a moan. She tried again but got the same response. She went and pinched her raw asshole where the burns were and she finally got a response. Doggyslut let go and went around to dipshits face and said, Time to get up bitch. You know that the punishment is over. We just have to take you where you will be freed from all of this. Come on now. She grabbed hold of dipshits arms and started pulling her over the table. As she pulled, splinters stabbed into her hurt and bleeding tits. Finally doggyslut pulled her off of the table and dipshit collapsed to the ground. Dipshit just curled up into the fetal position, crying silent tears from the pain. Doggyslut turned her over on her back, looked at Mistress Tyree and asked, May I use the bitch for relieve before we go Mistress? Mistress Tyree gave her permission. Doggyslut squatted over dipshits face and pissed in her mouth. She then moved and took a shit, making sure to spread it all over her face as she did. Dipshit had no choice but to eat it or suffocate. When she was done she leaned over dipshits face and said in a whisper. I know you hurt now but it will soon be all over. You wont have to suffer anymore. Now show your mistress what youre made of so she doesnt think of you as a weak little dipshit. Show her what you are made of Dipti. The use of her real name for the first time in months made dipshit open her eyes. She looked at doggyslut who had brought her so much pain, but who she knew had no choice in the matter. She shook her head and reached up and grabbed her around the neck and tried to pull herself up. Doggyslut knew that she was very weak from all of the abuse so she helped lift her up as she tried. Finally they were both standing and doggyslut said, We are going to go through those double doors and down a long tunnel. It is the only way for us to get you where you need to be. I have to push mistress so youll have to walk yourself. Do you think you can? Dipshit shook her head yes and doggyslut let her go. She was a bit unstable on her feet and then took a tentative step toward the door. She was quite a sight with bruises all over her body. There were blue and black stripes across a lot of her body from whippings she had received, some of which had dried blood that had oozed out. She walked with her legs apart because of the pain in her cunt and ass. It didnt relieve all of the pain, but it helped some. It was obvious that she was in severe pain as she slowly walked to the doors. Doggyslut pushed Mistress Tyree along behind her. As they were going along the corridor, doggyslut kept hearing a tapping sound as dipshit was walking. She suddenly realized that they had not taken the thumbtacks out of dipshits feet. As she continued to push Mistress Tyree down the long dark corridor she said, Mistress, I just remembered that dipshit still has the tacks in her feet. Should we stop and remove them or just leave them in? Mistress Tyree whispered quietly, Leave them in until we release her for the hunt. You can tell her that when she is released to run she can stop to take them out whenever she wants. I think a little pain is good for the bitch. Let her suffer these final hours. It took them twice as long as when doggyslut entered because of how slow dipshit was walking. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain as she walked. Doggyslut smiled to herself about how she had really taught the bitch a lesson for attacking her mistress. She hoped that she would be terrified at what was planned for her ultimate demise. They finally made it to the parking barn at the entrance. When they got there, they noticed that Master Keplar was there as well as Masters Darrell, John, Nancy, Lynn and the Judge that had resided over doggysluts case. Darrell spoke up, We thought you were never going to make it. We were about to send a search party in after you. Mistress Tyree, if you and doggyslut will get in to the limousine well take care of dipshit and prepare her for the ride. Doggyslut grinned at the memory of her ride out to the hunt. She knew that she held the record for trying to escape there. Once they were in the Limo, she asked Mistress, Did dipshit ever go through the hunt like I did Mistress? Mistress Tyree sighed and said, No, she was scheduled to go next week. I think that could have prevented all of this dont you? Doggyslut answered, Yes mistress. It really lets you know what will happen to you if you do anything like what she did to you. I am sure that if she had gone thru that, she wouldnt have tried to kill you. If you dont mind me asking, why hadnt you sent her out earlier? Mistress Tyree paused in thought and then as if making a decision said, I grew up with parents who were members of this group. They enjoyed themselves thoroughly with everything the group offered them but they wanted me to decide for myself. They never forced me to participate, but they taught me all about everything and made me swear to keep the secret. I decided when I was young that I wanted to try to live a normal life. I did it successfully for years, but the urge was just something that I couldnt deny. That is when I decided to get dipshit. I applied for entry into the group about the same time that you came to my home for your first session with dipshit. It was really a formality for me to be a part of the group. My parents had seen to that. What normally takes months of background checks and monitoring to ensure admission, only took a week for me. Once my application was approved, I immediately scheduled the hunt for her. Unfortunately the first available time was next week. If I had already been a member, this would have been done a long time ago after I brought her home from India. Mistress Tyree finished her tale just as Darrell, John and Nancy got in the limo with them. While they drove the four hours to the release point for the hunt, they all talked about how exciting the punishment session was. Doggyslut heard them talk about how disappointing the hunt usually was after the punishment, but that it was necessary to keep the slaves in line. John especially went on about how proud he was of Darrell for making Karen into such an obedient slave. No other master had been able to make a new slave as obedient as doggyslut was in less than six months. Darrell theorized correctly that it was turning her parents against her so completely and then replacing her in the family with someone who she despised and who had taken part in her degradation that had been the final straw that created doggyslut. All during the drive Karen was thinking about all that had happened in the past month. She was disgusted with herself at what she had been forced to do and she especially hated her parents for not just abandoning her but for actually participating in her abuse. She couldnt understand how they could ever do that to someone that they supposedly loved. She knew that she could never do anything like that to her child. A child should be protected from abuse of any kind. And to force your child to marry her rapist and then participate in her sexual and physical abuse at the hands of others was criminal. She knew that if she ever had the chance she would exact revenge on them. Doggyslut had shown her one thing. That was that she could physically punish someone severely and not feel bad about it. She knew that she had to keep trying to break through and gain control. If she was ever to have a normal life again, she would have to. And if she did, she would have to be able to act like doggyslut in order to fool her master until the time was right. She decided then that she would pay strict attention to doggyslut and how she behaved and learn everything she could about being a good slave. That way when she took over, she would be able to hide it. Doggyslut just sat quietly during the ride enjoying the praise that was given to her about her method of punishing dipshit. About half way to the hunting site, she was shaken out of her quiet reverie by John asking, Doggyslut, do you have anything special planned for the hunt? Doggyslut answered, Dipshit thinks that she will be freed today. I think that the best thing to really play with her psychologically would be to treat it as if she was being freed. One of you would tell her that we both are being freed and that I will show her the way. I will retrace the path that I took when I was hunted so that you can monitor if you desire. I will take her to the place that Master Keplar told me would have allowed me to escape. Master Keplar and any other Masters or Mistresses who would like to watch the look on dipshits face when she is fucked and then killed by the mountain lion should wait there. We should be given the same warnings about wild animals, mountain lions and bears but instead of saying well be hunted by dogs, tell us that there are packs of wild dogs throughout the woods that have been known to attack people. Then about thirty minutes after we leave, start following with the hunting dogs. Just make sure that they dont catch up until the end when the mountain lion is done with dipshit. I will make sure they are all taken care of so they arent disappointed at not getting to fuck the prey. What do you think masters? They all agreed that it would be a great end to a great two days of punishment. And this way, it all wouldnt end too quickly. Darrell spoke up and asked, Would we happen to have a collar available like doggyslut wore during her first few days of humiliation. The pictures may not be all that great, but we would be able to hear what is going on. I think that would greatly add to the excitement of dipshits last hoorah. Nancy spoke up, I dont know if we do, but if anyone has one, Wayne will in his truck. Sometimes I think he has everything, including the kitchen sink in that truck of his. Ill ask him when we get there. Missy, I think you should be the one to tell the slaves the release briefing. You were her Mistress and she will accept that more readily from you than from any other one of us. Mistress Tyree replied, Yes of course I will. I cant wait until that bitch meets her demise. A few minutes later, they pulled up at the release point. Everyone got out and clustered around the limousine, away from the kennel truck so that dipshit couldnt hear what was being said. Everyone was told what had been decided and they all agreed that it would be great sport to let dipshit actually start hoping she was really going to be freed, just to snuff it out at the end. Master Keplar said, I have a collar with a built in microphone and transmitter that has about a one mile range. I think that it should be more than enough to listen to most of the conversation. It will tell us when to move to the next point because when it gets out of range, we will have time to drive to the low water bridge area and get there just as they are getting in range again. I and my boys will just follow behind far enough so that they dont see us. Doggyslut, just in case they do, youll have to act like we lied to you and that we are actually hunting both of you. That way she will go through a series of highs and lows during the route to the final release point for the mountain lion. I will only spray dipshit with the scent. If you dont have the scent on you, he will ignore you. Just take the exact same route you did last time, including the misdirection that you led us on. That way it will seem as if you are really helping her. Everyone agreed to the final plan and they went to get dipshit out of the truck. Darrell got the collar and put it on doggyslut. Once he had it locked on, he tested it and one of Master Keplars men came up and told them it was working fine. They all grouped around the truck and watched as Master Keplar sprayed dipshit down with urine and secretions of a mountain lion female in heat. After spraying her down, he took the spray nozzle off and squirted about half the remaining quart up her pussy and ass. He made her drink the rest of the mixture. When he was done, he put on a heavy glove on his right hand. He reached in and pulled out a young and very small Bahia Hairy Dwarf Porcupine. Even though it wasnt completely mature yet, it was loaded with quills. The porcupine was about the size of a small rat. He took the squirming porcupine over to dipshit and gave his men a shake of the head. Four of them immediately went in to action and grabbed a hold of dipshit by the arms and legs. The ones holding her legs lifted her up and then pulled them apart into the splits. Master Keplar came up to dipshit and without any hesitation slammed his hand holding the porcupine into dipshits cunt. He kept pushing in until he was able to force his hand inside her uterus. Once her cervix closed around his wrist, he let go of the porcupine and pulled his hand out. He inserted a small plastic tube that went from her uterus to just out of her cunt for air. He grabbed a large rusty old needle threaded with 8 pound fishing line. He sewed up dipshits cunt placing each new stitch about an eighth of an inch apart as he sewed up her cunt. During the whole process, dipshit was squirming and screaming silently in pain. Master Keplars hand was huge and holding the porcupine made it even bigger. Once he released the small animal, it was clearly agitated. The combination of the handling and the flooding of every one of dipshits orifices with mountain lion urine scared the animal even further. When the men released her she fell over on her knees holding her stomach from the pain that the animal caused because of its sharp quills and claws while it was trying to get free of its confines. The masters and mistresses laughed at dipshits obvious pain and suffering. They thought this was great sport. Mistress Tyree finally came up with a single walking cane to help her and she got everyones attention. Welcome everyone. I know that you have all come here to see the end of dipshits punishment. This is where the punishment ends and the slave is freed from all of their pain and suffering. I want to thank all of you again for your support during these trying few days. You could actually see a bit of hope start to form on dipshits face as Mistress Tyree was talking. She actually was beginning to think that she might actually be freed. Mistress Tyree continued, Dipshit, you and doggyslut will be released here. The only way to freedom is through the woods in front of us. The roads all lead to one entrance and it is in that direction. As part of your final punishment before your release, I am making you go through the forest as you are. Doggyslut is going with you because of your weakened condition. She will help you as you struggle to over come the obstacles that you will face. I doubt that in your condition that you will make it on your own. Be warned that you both will be in danger of being attacked by mountain lions, bears and other wild animals to include packs of wild dogs. I know that doggyslut has been out in the woods before and she will tell you how to protect yourself if you are attacked by a wild animal. Mistress Tyree finally ended with a venomous, Goodbye you dirty little bitch and good riddance. Youre free to go. She said this as she squeezed both of dipshits tits hard causing several of the stitches to be popped and causing her to bleed again. Dipshit screamed a silent scream from the pain. Doggyslut grabbed dipshits hand and started pulling her along with her. Dipshit was groaning in pain from the thumbtacks that were still in her feet and the porcupine in her womb. She stopped and said in a whisper from her ruptured vocal chords, I cant go on like this. Doggyslut grabbed her hand and said, I know it hurts, but if we wait around too long, they may change their minds about letting us free. Ive been up here before and can show you a place we can stop and take the tacks out. You will have to wait until we get to a hospital before we can get the porcupine out though. Now come on. She pulled dipshit along faster than dipshit was really capable of going. Dipshit stumbled and fell repeatedly as doggyslut pulled her. The masters and mistresses laughed at the comical way that dipshit was walking with the tacks in her feet and how doggyslut was pulling at her and in some cases dragging her when she fell. It was obvious that she was in pain, but was also getting excited about the possibility of going free. They had heard doggyslut say, Do you want them to come and kill us. That is what happens if you dont get up and run. This is your chance at freedom. You have to suck it up and forget the pain. Come on!! They smiled at the creativeness of the little bitch to convince dipshit to endure more pain and to do it willingly by telling her these lies. Doggyslut grabbed her hand and started pulling her at an even faster rate than before. This time, dipshit kept up better, even though doggyslut was going at a faster pace. About thirty minutes after leaving the release point, they heard barking dogs coming from a distance. Doggyslut knew what they were but told dipshit, My god, come on and hurry up. Thats a pack of wild dogs, if we get to the stream at the bottom of the hill, I will be able to set a false trail for them that will allow us to have more time to get away. She started going even faster than they had before. From dipshits groans, she knew that she was hurting terribly, but she had to admire her for her guts. She may have been struggling a bit, but she was keeping up without complaint. That stimulant must really be working well, doggyslut thought. They finally arrived at the stream and doggyslut said, You sit here, take out the tacks and rest up a little. Give them to me and Ill take them up stream and drop them in the water periodically so that the dogs will think that is the way we went. They will be able to smell the scent from the blood even after it was washed away. Come on now and hurry up. While Im gone, just soak your feet in the cool water in the stream. Doggyslut took the tacks and took off upstream like she had before. She dumped the tacks along the way and stepped up on the bank and went in a ways and then backed up into the bank. She wasnt as careful about being in the same steps as before because she knew that they wouldnt even follow the trail. It was just a way to make it believable for dipshit. She returned to dipshit after about ten minutes. When she got to where dipshit was soaking her bloody feet, she glanced up the hill from where they came and could just see the dogs and their handlers. She grabbed dipshits hand and said while pointing, Look, they lied to us. They are actually hunting us. If they catch us theyll let those dogs fuck us and eat us alive. I dont want to die that way. Its time to get going again. We need to hurry, it sounds as if those dogs are getting awfully close. This little misdirection I did should buy us some time anyway, hopefully a half hour or more. Its at least another five to ten minutes before they get to the stream. We have to stay in the water so it washes our scent away. Come on and put your arm over my shoulder so I can help you. The rocks will hurt your feet but that cant be helped. Now lets get going. Theres no time to waste. They took off down stream, heading to the area with the vines. Doggyslut hoped she would recognize the area now that the vine wasnt there anymore. The masters and mistresses were standing around the truck listening to everything doggyslut was saying. Dipshit wasnt saying much, but they hadnt expected that because of her ruptured vocal chords. They were all laughing and joking about the way things were going. They thought it was great sport. Doggyslut finally got to the site where she had climbed the vine before. She had been looking up in the trees as they went downstream and saw the vine immediately when they came up on it. She told dipshit, This way Dipti. This will cross to a lake. I think theres a boat there we can use to cross the lake with. She pulled dipshit along, up the bank and into the woods. She didnt pay any attention to trying to cover her tracks this time. There really wasnt a need to. Doggyslut led dipshit along the path that she had taken before. Dipshit was slowing down and stumbling more. She was bleeding a little and leaving a trail of bloody foot prints from where the tacks had been removed from the soles of her feet. Her inability to walk was mostly due from not having eaten or drank anything but piss and shit for the last week combined with all of the punishment and the constant pain and damage that the small porcupine was causing inside her. In truth, the stimulant was the only thing that was keeping her going. After a few minutes they passed what had been a bloated corpse when doggyslut had first gone by but was now just pieces of leathery skin and hunks of maggot infested flesh on a dismembered skeleton. It had been pulled apart by wild animals. A piece of skin with the groups tattoo was still obvious. Doggyslut said, This is the body of Brittanys mother. Shes the one that tortured me at the branding party. Doggyslut took that opportunity to tell dipshit, That is what happens to slaves who wait around. I promise, I will help you but you have to listen to me, okay? Dipshit grunted out a quiet, Ill try, but it hurts terribly. Doggyslut asked, When was the last time you ate anything? Dipshit answered, I dont remember. Its been over a week. Im starving but there isnt any food to eat. I just dont have any energy left. Doggyslut reached down and grabbed a handful of maggot infested flesh and handed it to dipshit and said, Eat this. It will at least give you a little energy. Dipshit said, I cant eat this. Ththththis is human flesh, and the maggots, ugggh. I cant She said shaking her head but really toying with the idea because she was so hungry. Doggyslut responded, Suit yourself, but Im not going to be able to keep supporting you the whole way. If you think you can make it without eating something then come on, otherwise heres another handful and you can eat on the run. Now come on, I dont want to die. The masters and mistresses heard what doggyslut had said about eating. Most didnt believe that dipshit would actually eat the maggot infested human flesh. The started making bets as to whether she would or not. Doggyslut and dipshit continued on their way toward the lake. Dipshit had the two handfuls of maggot infested flesh in her hands but didnt throw it down. She knew she needed energy, but couldnt quite bring herself to eat the gross decaying flesh. She stumbled and fell, but kept a tight grip on the handfuls of flesh, landing on her elbows. When she got up she finally made a decision and stopped, closed her eyes and put one handful to her mouth and took a bite. She almost threw up when she did it because of the rancid taste but she just swallowed without chewing. She did this over and over again until it was all gone. She was use to eating shit, and this was about the same, except she just might get more nutrition from it. Doggyslut had heard her fall again and had turned around to see what was going on. When she saw dipshit actually getting up and then taking a bite of the flesh she said for the benefit of the masters and mistresses, Thats great dipshit. Go ahead and eat all of that maggoty flesh. It will at least give you a little nourishment so that you will have enough energy. It will take a few minutes but it will help, I promise. The masters and mistresses listening were laughing almost hysterically at doggyslut getting dipshit to willingly eat rotting, maggot infested human flesh. They couldnt wait to see what else doggyslut would think of along the way. The few that had bet that she would eat it began collecting their money from the others. Doggyslut and dipshit finally made it to the lake. They could hear the dogs in the distance. When they got there, doggyslut looked around for a boat. She saw a motorized bass boat near where the road came down to the lake. She giggled and said to no one in particular, I guess that whoever comes out here decided that rowing was too much exercise. This will make it a lot easier. Come on Dipti, lets go for a boat ride. She pulled dipshit to the boat and they got in. Doggyslut pulled the cord on the motor, trying to start it. It took about ten tries before the motor finally started. It wasnt a big one, but it was big enough to get them around. As they started toward the drain point for the lake, doggyslut asked, Dipti, do you swim? I would rather dump the boat in the middle of the lake and swim to shore than take the boat all of the way to shore. Doggyslut piloted the boat about two thirds of the way. She looped the boat around so that it was heading away from the drain point and blocked the engine so that it couldnt turn any. She grabbed dipshits hand and then said, Come on Dipti, we swim from here. She pulled as she jumped. Dipshit was a very poor swimmer healthy, and crippled as she was, she could barely stay a float. Doggyslut began to regret having jumped into the lake at such a far distance from the shore. She hadnt realized that she was going to have to swim for both of them. She started swimming to the nearest shore trying to talk dipshit into trying to swim at least a little. Dipshit tried swimming but it just hurt too badly. As a matter of fact the water of the lake was flowing through the air tube inserted into her uterus for the baby porcupine to breathe. It was in a state of panic due to the loss of air and was drowning. This caused it to struggle intensely. Because it was so scared, its quills extended to full length as it scrambled for a place to find air. Its struggles intensified briefly as it was going through its death throws driving the quills completely through her uterine walls. When that happened, dipshit curled up in a ball screaming and sunk into the water. Doggyslut had lost her grip on dipshit when she curled up. She turned around in the water and couldnt see her. She immediately dove down and caught a hold of dipshits hair and kicked hard to get to the surface. She struggled for a minute as dipshit continued to convulse in pain gripping her abdomen as the small porcupine finally spasmed and drowned. Once the porcupine died, dipshit finally quit struggling and let doggyslut pull her up above the waters surface. Doggyslut finally said, just float on your back so I can get us to shore before we get sucked down the rapids. She started swimming for all she was worth toward shore. She would anxiously glance periodically at the ever nearing rapids. They were going to be close, but she thought that they would just make it. Doggyslut finally managed to get close enough to shore to grab a root just as they entered the rapids. She said, Dipti, youve got to pull yourself to shore. I dont have the energy to pull you. If you dont, youll be washed down the rapids and it will probably kill you. Dipshit started slowly pulling herself up doggysluts body. It took considerable effort on her part, fighting the pull of the stream, but she finally got to shore and crawled up on the bank. Doggyslut had just enough strength left to pull her self up and out of the water. She lay on the shore, on her back gasping for breath. The drowned porcupine had quit moving around but it still caused her great pain, but at least it wasnt a constant ripping and tearing pain from new injuries caused by the small animal. The masters and mistresses hadnt heard the life and death struggle for survival. They most surely would have enjoyed it. The microphone was water proofed so it was still working, but once they got to the lake, the signal was getting too weak for them to pick anything up. They were enroute to the low water bridge area where they could pick up a signal. Doggyslut finally got her breath and looked at dipshit. She was looking a bit pale as if she had eaten something that didnt agree with her. She giggled at the thought of dipshit puking her guts out as they were going along. She just hoped that when it happened that the masters and mistresses were in range. She knew that they had gone a long way, but wasnt sure where they would lose the signal. Doggyslut stood up and looked at the far shore. There werent any dogs there, which she hadnt expected. She knew that if things were going to plan, they would be heading to the Bridge. She took the opportunity to encourage dipshit saying, Dipti, look at the shore where we left. There still isnt anyone there. I think we just may loose them. When they get to the lake, the boat will hopefully have grounded it self to shore so they cant trace it to where we got out. Now come on, we have to keep going if we want to have any hope to get away. Doggyslut grabbed dipshits hand and pulled her up and started heading down stream parallel to the stream. They followed the shore until the rapids leveled out and the stream slowed down. They came up to the low water bridge and Dipshit finally stopped and said, Im going to throw up. Weve got to stop. Doggyslut urgently said, Theres no time. They will have figured out by now where weve headed. We have to keep going. Well get into the woods on the other side and you can puke there. Now come on. She grabbed dipshits hand and pulled her up even though dipshit stayed bent over with her arms around her stomach. The masters and mistresses had been in place to receive the signal and were immensely enjoying the current conversation. They started taking bets to see how long it would be before dipshit puked. This was about as much fun as any of them had ever experienced during a final hunt. It was all great sport for them. Meanwhile back at the low water bridge doggyslut was pulling on the struggling dipshit and saying, Come on Dipti, its not much further. We have to go through the pipe on the right so we dont leave a trail and then its just a ways down stream before we take off for the cliffs. Once we get there, theres a little path that will take us up and to our freedom. If we dont hurry, theyll get here and catch us. Come on now. Dont give up this close!!! Dipshit swallowed down the bile and started following doggyslut. They got down and started through the pipe. It didnt smell quite as bad as it did before, but it was still putrid. Doggyslut showed her how to go up for air when she needed it. She made a point to take it slow enough so that when she got to the hung up skeleton dipshit would have to take a breath by it. She hoped it would stimulate an intense reaction from her. The next time dipshit came up for air, it was right next to the skull of the slave that had gotten hung up there. When she surfaced and found herself staring into the eyes of a skull a hairs breadth away, dipshit screamed and lost all control. Puke sprayed out of her mouth and nose, covering the skull. Doggyslut had risen up enough that the microphone on her collar picked up the entire thing. At the monitoring station, Darrell was the one that had won the bet on how long it would take before she puked. He knew that doggyslut had found the skeleton there when she had been hunted and figured she would use it to get a reaction. They were all congratulating him and patting him on the back. He had just won about ten thousand dollars off of his fellow masters. He was beginning to really admire the intelligence and creativeness his slave was demonstrating. It seemed as if she would go to any length to please him. He would have to put that to the test, but it would have to wait until the baby was born. There was no way he was going to jeopardize his baby. He would still have his fun with her, but he would save the really adventuresome stuff for afterwards, though the thought of doing something during the delivery did intrigue him. That was a few more months down the road. It was just the beginning of August and it would be January before the baby was born. Back at the bridge, doggyslut yelled in the pipe, Come on Dipti, weve got to get going. Itll be better if we get out of the pipe. The stream will clean us off. The longer you stay there the better chance that they will find us. I dont know about you, but I want to be free. She reached out and grabbed dipshits hair and pulled because that was all she could really see to grab a hold of. Dipshit came along, letting the current of the stream carry her. She wasnt up for much more right now anyway. They came out of the pipe with doggyslut swimming in the water one handed while pulling dipshit by the hair. She swam as far down as she dared before she finally headed to shore well short of the water fall, unlike last time where she was almost swept over by the current. When they got to shore, she took a moment to get her breath. She looked at Dipti and could tell she was about to the point of exhaustion. Dipshit was actually bleeding internally from the quills that had poked through her womb. The constant movement had kept aggravating the injuries and keeping them from clotting. The bleeding wasnt enough to kill her by them selves. But combine them with the injuries that she had incurred the last few days and she was to the point of total exhaustion. Doggyslut was also dead tired from the exertion and she knew that dipshit was hurting in every fiber of her being. She decided that a moment of respite would do her good. She suggested, Dipti, I know youre not feeling well. But you need to drink something. You just puked up everything you ate. At least drink some water from the stream. That will settle your stomach down a little. Dipti took a drink of the stream water and remained laying half on the bank and half in the water. They lay like that for quite a few minutes with dipshit closing her eyes. After a few minutes doggyslut saw that dipshits breathing was very shallow and she thought that she was giving up and didnt want that just yet. That would deny her masters a good show at the end. Finally doggyslut said, Dipti? Dipti? Look at me Dipti. Come on and look at me. Dipshit finally opened her eyes, which were full of pain and exhaustion from the exertions her body had been put through. No human body was meant to be put through the kind of abuse that hers was put through. In reality, it was remarkable that she had managed to get this far. The masters and mistresses had been listening to what was going on. They knew that they had a few minutes before they had to get into position. Master Keplar was already in position with the mountain lion and the dogs would be at the low water bridge soon. They all started betting on how long it would be before doggyslut could convince dipshit to start moving again. Again Darrell took sooner rather than later. All the others didnt think doggyslut could do it. The bets were made and they continued listening. Doggyslut had been speaking words of encouragement to dipshit the whole time while looking in her eyes. She knew that Karen was better at things like this than she was so she let a little control slip to Karen. The compassion that showed on her face in that instant was genuine. Karen knew she didnt have the strength yet to take control so all she could really do was offer sympathy. She said, Dipti, if we get up now. We can walk for twenty minutes in that direction and be at the cliff. The trail is right there. Once we find it, we will be able to climb out and then we can get you to a hospital. Youll be free again. Free to live how you want to, any where you want to and any way you want. You wont ever have to experience any of this again. But if you stay here, they win. The dogs will be coming for us any minute. They know that once you get to the lake, the best place to catch us is at the bridge. Come on now. You have to pull yourself together for this last bit of effort. Dont you want to be free? It will only happen if you get up right now and start moving. You just have to take one step at a time. Dont think about doing it all at once. Just take one step at a time. Doggyslut kept this up for about five minutes after the masters and mistresses had all placed their bets. Dipshit let out a long groan of pain as she pulled herself up out of the water and grabbed a hold of a small tree to help her get up. After seven minutes she was up and doggyslut said, Come on and put your arm over my shoulder and Ill help you until you get your strength back. They took off away from the stream and toward the cliffs. Darrell had just won himself another twenty thousand dollars. He had the closest time at ten minutes. The next closest was Mistress Tyree with fifteen. They all packed up and went to the drop off point for the short walk to the intercept point. Just a couple of minutes after they left the bank of the stream, the two slaves heard the barking of the dogs in the distance. Doggyslut said to dipshit, Dipti, do you hear the dogs. They are coming for us now. We only have about twenty minutes on them from the bridge. We need to hurry up. Once we get to the cliff, they wont be able to climb the steep trail. Come on, I know you can do it. Dipshit actually started moving a little faster. She was starting to hope they might make it out of here alive. The water she drank from the river had done a lot to help her recover. That and the stimulant shot gave her just barely enough energy to walk with assistance. They were about half way to the cliff when they heard the first long wailing cry. Doggyslut immediately recognized it as the mountain lion. She asked dipshit, Dipti, do you know what a mountain lion is? Dipshit shook her head no. Doggyslut tried to think of a way to explain and then remembered that India had a large problem with tigers attacking humans. She told dipshit, Dipti, a mountain lion is like a tiger, only a little smaller. Its still very big and dangerous. If it catches us, it could kill us both with one swipe of its claws. They taught me when I went camping when I was young, that if you are attacked by a wild animal like a mountain lion, you should get down on your hands and knees as low to the ground as possible so it cant get to your vital organs. Put your elbows down on the ground against your knees and fold your hands over your head and dont move. While doggyslut was telling dipshit everything, she actually got into position to show her. Of course doggyslut changed the actual procedure from putting your hands over her neck to putting your hands over her head. She looked back at dipshit when she was done she asked, Can you do that if a mountain lion attacks us? Go ahead and get into position like I showed you. Dipshit slowly got down in the position that doggyslut had shown her. It was quite a site. Her ass was up at the right height for the mountain lion and her lower body was down along the ground. It looked like a human version of a cat in heat. Doggyslut said, Thats perfect. If you see a mountain lion or you hear me say cat, drop into this position, okay? Dipshit shook her head yes and let out a weak raspy okay. Doggyslut held out her hand and said, Come on then, we need to get to the cliff so we can get to the trail before they catch us. Dipshit took doggysluts hand and slowly got up. Every move she made caused her pain in some form. Finally they began moving toward the cliff. They made it to a large opening in the forest that had the cliff on one side, and in a radius out from the wall was about five hundred feet by six hundred feet of clear meadow. They were at the very South end of the meadow and the trail they needed to get to was at the far North end of the valley. Doggyslut could see the trail and pointed it out to Dipshit saying while she pointed, Dipti, look at the trail up the cliff there just before the forest starts again. That is where we are going. If nothing stops us between here and there, well be home free. Doggyslut grabbed dipshits hand and pulled her. Dipshit stumbled over and over again as they started across the clearing toward the trail leading up the cliff. They could hear the dogs getting closer and the wail of the mountain lion was getting closer as well. Doggyslut kept saying Hurry up Dipti, come on and hurry up. Cant you taste it? We are almost free. If we climb the trail, we will be free. I know you can do itCAT!!!!!! When they had gotten to the center of the clearing, the mountain lion had been released. It was going by instinct. It smelled a female in heat and it wanted to fuck it. Doggyslut had been giving encouragement to dipshit when she saw the big cat come bounding out of the trees toward them. She yelled and dropped down into the position she had taught dipshit and watched to see if she would do the same. The shock of seeing the cat come running at her just as she was so near her goal of gaining her freedom was extremely evident on her face. It was as if all of the hope and energy was all sucked out of her in a single instant. Dipshit had been a good student and literally fell, almost passing out from the exhaustion. She went immediately into the position doggyslut had taught her. The scent she was giving off made the cat even more aggressive as it gave a loud and long wail and growl as it came running. The cat made a straight line towards dipshit. It sniffed her ass once, took one long lick from her cunt to her ass and then leapt up on her back and mounted her. The lion bent its head down and grasped dipshits neck in its teeth. Its front paws wrapped around her at the level of her tits and extended its claws. They sank in to her already badly abused tits. Blood started flowing from the wounds the claws made. It was trying to fuck her but couldnt find the hole. Doggyslut carefully and slowly crawled close enough to reach the cats cock and guide it to dipshits asshole. It was at that moment that dipshit realized that doggyslut had been playing her the whole time. That everything that she said had been an act. To confirm her realization she glanced in the direction the cat had come and saw the masters and mistresses standing and watching. They were laughing and carrying on. Dipshit gave up in that instant. She let out a loud, long and raspy Nooo oooh as she felt the cats huge cock sink into her bloody raw asshole. As the cat fucked her it dug its claws into her deeper and deeper and bit down harder and harder on her neck. It had been trained to inflict as much pain as possible but not to kill until it came. It only fucked her for about three minutes, but it was three minutes of shear terror for dipshit and it was obvious from the look on her face. When the cat came, it growled a long deep growl and bit down hard, snapping dipshits neck. At the same time it started to bite down, it sunk its claws as deep into dipshits tits as it could and pulled out an instant before it bit down and broke her neck. There was a moment of a strangled scream, followed by the gurgling of blood in her throat. Blood came gushing out of her mouth and nose and from the wounds in her chest. Dipshits death was almost instantaneous when her neck snapped. When doggyslut noticed the cats cock sink in to dipshits asshole. She scooted away from dipshit and while she watched the scene in front of her, she masturbated herself to orgasm after orgasm. Karen was of course horrified at what she had done and was screaming silently trying to take over but everything that had happened in the last three days had strengthened doggysluts hold over Karens persona. When dipshit finally died, doggyslut got up and went to the masters and mistresses. When she got in front of them she knelt and said, Masters and Mistresses, the punishment of dipshit is over. Doggyslut is at your service. How may I serve you further? Mistress Tyree came up to her walking with the help of the cane. She reached down and turned doggysluts face up to look in her eyes and said, You have done well my dear. Thank you for doing this for me. You have honored me like no other slave could ever have. Thank you. As she said the last thank you, she bent down and gave doggyslut a deep kiss. When Mistress Tyree finally ended the kiss, doggyslut said, I know that the dogs are expecting to have a victim to fuck after the hunt. I am ready to do my duty for them if it be your desire master. Darrell came up to her and said, Give me your hand and get up slut. You have done very well today. Master Keplar will reward his beauties for their efforts. You may come with us. We need to get back for a party, remember? Doggyslut said, Yes master. Mistress Lynn asked, What happened at the lake. We were out of range and didnt here anything while you were there. Did anything happen? Doggyslut recounted the problems they encountered at the lake. She fully embellished the part where the porcupine inside her struggled for life and almost drowned them both. She also shared how they just barely made it to shore before being carried down the rapids to a certain death. As she finished the tale, Master Keplars men came in to the clearing being led by the hunting dogs who were seeking their prey. When they got to the clearing the dogs were released. They made a bee line for dipshits body. As the Masters and Mistresses were leaving to return to the vehicles for the trip home, doggyslut looked back and saw the dogs rip into the dead body of dipshit and start ripping her apart. She went pale and had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up. If Karen would have been in control of her body instead of doggyslut, everyone would have seen her sobbing uncontrollably. She was very shaken by what she saw. As they continued to walk, the only sign of what Karen felt that showed were the tears that streamed down her face. Otherwise, there was a smile on her face. For doggyslut, she had served her master well and knew she would be rewarded. For that she was happy. They made it to the cars and they all got into the limousine as they had on the ride out and headed home. This is end of Chapter 24. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. 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Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 31 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 31, Laura Finds Hell And Lisa Finds Heaven Doggyslut slept for a couple of hours after Prince fucked her. One of the male slaves that had been assigned to fuck her mother came and got her when they had all exhausted themselves and couldnt cum any more. As doggyslut got up and followed him out she asked, Have the two bitches been enjoying your attentions for the past couple of hours? The slave answered, Oh yes she has doggyslut. And like you requested, we made sure that they came as often as possible. Your mom came so many times and so hard I think she passed out at least a dozen times in the past couple of hours. She definitely knows how much pleasure can be had from sex now. I think she is ready for the next phase. Doggyslut was listening attentively to what the slave was telling her. As they were approaching her mom she looked at the slave and ordered, Take her gag out. I want to see if her attitude has changed. If it has, Ill reconsider part of my plans for her. What happens next is entirely up to her. Karen/doggyslut stopped and stood about ten feet in front of her mom. She admired how well her mom had taken care of herself over the years. Even though she was thirty six years old, she looked like she could pass for twenty. Her long blond hair was full and had a natural curl that most women would die for. Her tits were a bit on the small side and looked as if they were a 32 or 34 but definitely not more than a B cup. They didnt sag much either as you might expect of someone that age. You could just see a little cellulite starting to appear in her thighs but that is common as women get older. It wasnt enough yet to detract from her natural beauty though. Her pubic hair was a full bush and currently was matted with cum from all of the fucking she had been receiving. Cum was currently running down her thighs in streams and some was also dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She hung there in shackles with her arms stretched up at forty five degree angles from her body and her feet were shackled about four feet apart to anchors on the floor. Doggyslut watched as the slave went up to her mother and took the gag off. It took a couple of seconds of her mom opening and closing her mouth a few times to get the stiffness out of her jaw from being held open for so long. Doggyslut just waited to see what she would do now that she could talk. She didnt have long to wait. Instead of her mom asking for forgiveness and mercy as doggyslut had hoped for, she did exactly as she suspected she would. She launched into a verbal assault on Karen. When Laura had loosened her jaw and saw Karen standing there looking at her she felt a revulsion at the evil that had come from her loins. She believed that all children are evil because they are derived from an evil, depraved act. Sex was nothing but a tool of the devil to rob ones soul of its rightful place in heaven. She took a deep breath and immediately launched into a tirade yelling in a raspy voice, Karen you evil whore of the devil. How could you do this to your mother and father? I knew when you were born that nothing good could ever come from you. Sex is evil and I told your father that anything produced from having sex would be an abomination to the lord. He agreed too. When you started doing all of those things, he was the one to cast you out and disown you. I may not have wanted you, but I was willing to raise you and not throw you out. You have paid your weakling of a father back for what he did to you, wont you have mercy on me. Please Karen, have mercy on your mother. Doggyslut was just letting the words feed her anger at her mother. She had just sealed her fate. It was going to be the full treatment. No mercy given. She went up to her mother, leaned in to her and whispered in a calm but angry tone in her ear, Oh mother, please do shut up. I know it was you that demanded that dad throw me out. Dad was the only one over the years who paid any attention to me and helped raise me and support me. You never did. You never congratulated me on any of my achievements and I had a lot. I tried to be the perfect girl for you so you would like me. Thats why I spent so much time studying. Just so I might hear you say something good to me. But you never did. You hated me. And that night you found me in the bathroom crying after finding out I was pregnant. I heard you yelling at dad in your bedroom that if he didnt make me marry Darrell and cast me out of the house that you would divorce him and take everything he had. You were always the one wearing the pants in the house. Dad catered to your every whim, even to the point of making his brother marry that bitch sister of yours who was such an ice queen that no one else would have her. But as bad as she was, she couldnt hold a candle to you. No you are definitely the ice queen. And now you are going to pay for all of the pain and anguish you have caused to so many. Doggyslut stepped back and in a normal tone said, You agreed to Darrell divorcing me so I am not married. So he isnt my husband. He isnt even my master. I am a slave now, but not to Master Darrell. You see, I am not worthy of being a slave to another human so I was made a slave to a dog. Thats right mom, I am a slave to Prince. He is my true master and I have come to love him more than anyone else other than my daughter. Now think about that for a minute. If I am a slave to a dog and you have been given to me to do with as I want, what does that make you? Laura yelled, How dare you speak to me like that you devils whore. If I was free I would put you across my knee Doggyslut turned and ordered to the slave, Let her rant for a while so shell remember her last words to me. Go ahead and do her hair like I told you. She went to the dildo cabinet and looked for a new little creation that the group had developed. Finally she found it and put the specially designed high power batteries for it in. It was about ten inches long and had air holes in it that would allow the victim to breath when it was inserted. At about the point where the vocal chords would be there was a metal sheath with a series of vertical and angled ridges on it with slits the length of the ridge. On the base were a series of controls that would turn it on and off and allow for selection of two choices. Talk and bark and bark only. She took it back to finish watching Lauras new and permanent hair style. The slaves had taken Laura down from the wall and tied her into a heavy wooden chair so that her hands and leg couldnt move. All four of them were quickly and efficiently using electrolysis to remove her hair. Doggyslut came up to them and ordered, Make her open her mouth for me. I have a new little toy I want her to experience while you are working on her. One of the slaves pinched her nose closed and another reached down and pinched her tits hard to make her scream. When her mother started screaming from the pain, she forced the dildo into her moms throat all of the way. She put her hand on her throat and felt for the vibration of her vocal chords as she was made to scream. When she felt the ridges of the dildo lined up with where the vibration was coming from, she turned it on and put the setting to bark only. She stepped back and let the slaves get back to work. As the slaves were permanently removing her moms hair, doggyslut said, Look at me mother, in a very disrespectful tone. When her mom looked at her she continued, These fine outstanding gentlemen are removing your hair permanently. Now they wont be taking it all away, that wouldnt be good now would it. I know how much that wonderfully luscious blonde hair means to you so I have allowed you to keep a little bit just above the ears. By the time the boys are done with you, it will look like you have a pair of nice long doggy ears and the rest of your head will be bald. Now about that little dildo I stuck down your throat. It has one purpose. That is to make it so that a slave can bark like a dog. Of course there are two settings on it. One setting allows the slave to keep its voice while allowing it to bark realistically but the other permanently removes the ability to make any noise other than to bark. Because you just couldnt learn to keep your mouth shut and ask for forgiveness for how you treated me, I have decided that you will no longer be able to speak. The only sound you will be able to make from now on will be to bark as a dog. Of course since your new lifes profession will be as a training bitch for Mistress Martas dogs, that will be perfect for you. Laura looked like she was angry and was trying to say something to Karen. The dildo prevented her from saying anything however. Doggyslut saw her reaction and said, Even now you fail to understand your new place in the world. You will though, trust me you will. I can see by the pain in your eyes that you can feel the blades cutting your vocal chords. In a minute youll start to feel it burn as it cauterizes the wound and makes the scarring form exactly the right way for you to make a barking sound. It will take a couple of hours for the effect to be permanent. That should just about be enough time for my dear fellow slaves here to remove all of your hair except for your doggy ears. In the mean time I think Ill join Nika in taking care of Aunt Lisa while were waiting for you. Doggyslut turned and went up to Nika who had stepped back from licking her mothers bare cunt. Doggyslut admired how much Lisa and Laura looked alike. If she didnt know that Lisa was two years younger than Laura, she would think that they were twins. Lisa wasnt quite as fit as Laura but she didnt look bad at all for a thirty four year old. Nika smiled and hugged doggyslut as she came up and said, Thanks for this. I cant tell you how much fun Im having. When I came out here after you left the room, I found her looking at what your slaves were doing to her sister. She was breathing heavily as if she was excited and when I felt her cunt she was leaking she was so wet. I couldnt resist and decided to let her enjoy herself as she listened to what you were going to do to your dear sister. I think she likes the idea of her sister being a doggy, dont you mommy dear? She said as she patted her mom on her hairy pussy. Lisa looked as if she were coming down from a very intense orgasm and when she heard what her daughter told her it rang as true to her. She had enjoyed watching her niece and listening to her tell her sister that she was going to be a dogs bitch from now on and would be made into a bitch for them. Heaven help her, but one of her most depraved fantasies had always been to live like a dog and have that kind of freedom and not have to worry day to day about anything. All she would have to do would be to show love to her masters and they would take care of her. She could never share such a depraved fantasy with anyone and had suppressed it and tried to live the kind of life her sister had always told her they were meant to live. She almost wished that she could be in Lauras place. She thought why does she get to live out my deepest fantasy and I dont. Then she remembered the question her daughter had asked and shook her head excitedly yes. Her gag was still in place so that she couldnt say anything. She looked pleadingly at her daughter because she wanted to tell her how it wasnt fair that her sister got to live out the very fantasy she had dreamed of and felt guilty of for all these years. Nika was very perceptive and watched her mother as she looked at Laura and looked back at Nika. She saw that she didnt show fear but that a lust was building within her. She wasnt angry. She looked as if she wanted to say something. Nika turned to the slaves and ordered, Remove her gag. I think she wants to say something. When the slaves had removed the gag and she had worked her jaw loose she looked at her daughter and said, Im sorry Nika. Im so sorry for how I treated you and Jasmin. I only tried to live how Laura taught me to. You know that she is the one who really raised me after your grandma died when we were very young. Dad was a drunk and was never home so I latched on to the only family I really knew. I did everything and believed everything she told me. And I am coming to realize that everything I believed was just a lie. That doesnt absolve me of my failed responsibility as a loving mother to you and Jasmin. I know now that I failed miserably to be the mother you both needed and didnt even come close to being the loving wife that my husband needed. I dont blame you or him any more for what happened. I realize now that it was my own repressed guilt that made me that way. I I I Ive felt so bad since the original arrest that Ive wanted to commit suicide. I have thought about my life and how I have felt. My whole life has been miserable. I cant imagine living like that any more. I cant remember a happy thought my entire life except when you and Jasmin were born. But then even that couldnt keep me from being miserable. I have felt so filthy and guilty because I bought in to what the preacher and Laura always told me and I had these horrible thoughts running through my head all of the time. You see, when I was a little girl I saw a dog making love to his bitch once and I fantasized that it was me. I thought how wonderful that it must be to be a dog where all you have to do is show someone that you love them and they would love you and take care of your every need. I wanted so much to be a dog and live like that but I knew I had to repress that kind of thinking. I knew that no one would ever understand my thinking that way and I felt so guilty that I took it out on everyone and made their lives miserable while I tried to be what they taught me was the perfect person. And now as punishment my sister is going to get to live the life that I have dreamed of living my whole life. She has decided everything for me in my life. She decided how we would live, how we would worship and how we would treat our husbands. I even let her decide who I would marry for goodness sake. Yet she is being rewarded with being able to live my fantasy and I hate her for it, I hate her for it all. She began crying and sobbing uncontrollably. Nika and doggyslut were stunned at the admission. They looked at each other in wonder and doggyslut shook her head yes at the unspoken question in her cousins eyes and said, Help me first and do it. Nika thought for a few minutes and then asked her mother, So you want to be allowed to live like a dog? Lisa begged, My previous life is over. I dont want to go back to living like that anymore. If you make me live my life as a human I will end it. I would love to live the rest of my life as a loving pet dog to you and your father and sister. That will be like Lisa has died and a new pet dog has taken her place. I promise that I will be the most loving dog you will ever have. Nika asked, What are you willing to do to earn the right to live your fantasy for the rest of your life? Lisa answered without hesitation, I will do whatever you want. I would walk through hell if I have to in order to live my fantasy and be with you guys and share my love with you to make up for everything. Nika asked, Would you be willing to participate in everything that doggyslut has planned for Aunt Laura, even if it means that you suffer terrible pain in the process? Lisa answered immediately, Oh yes. I will do whatever it takes and I will be a perfect doggy for you. Nika finally asked, And you will willingly submit yourself to a kennel full of dogs for one of them to choose you for his bitch? Lisa was getting very excited and the cum was just streaming out of her cunt as she answered Yes in a husky voice and came harder than she ever had before from just the thought of being raped by a kennel full of dogs. Nika looked at doggyslut and said, Its settled then. Mom will become the dog she always dreamed of and live the rest of her life as a dog in every way. I think that is a fitting way for her to live from now on and she can show us how much she really loves all of us and try to make up for everything. But we will do that at the end after you are done with Aunt Laura. I dont think well need to change her slave name though so lets get her down and get her branded. Nika turned to her mother and said, Ive decided that if you do everything you are told from now until Aunt Lauras punishment is over, I will let you live out your fantasy and become our family pet. Of course if we have to tell you more than once to do something or if you refuse anything at all, I will go back to my original plans for you. Is that something you can do? Lisa answered quickly and excitedly, Oh yes Nika. I will do what ever you say. Just please let me be your pet dog so I can show you how much I love you and try and make everything up to you. Lisa looked at the slaves and said, Release her. She turned back to her mom as they undid her shackles and said, I want you to walk over between those two support beams where that forge is and allow the slaves to shackle you in willingly without complaint. If you are to be our pet, you will need to be marked as ours so that everyone will now who you belong to. When Lisas shackles had been undone she stretched a moment and then quickly walked over to where Nika had pointed and lined her feet up to the shackles and raised her arms out so she could be shackled in to place. She saw the forge with the red hot coals and the irons sticking out of them and knew that she would suffer soon but it would be temporary compared to the joy of living her fantasy. She meant it when she said she would do anything to live that life now. After everything that has happened, she knew that she would never be able to leave and live normally again. She would always be on the run as an escaped convict. That part of her life was over and it released her to be able to live out her one fantasy that had always haunted her deepest desires. Yes she really would do anything she had to in order for that to come true. The slaves shackled her into position and left. Nika came up and said, Mom she hesitated for a minute and then continued, I will no longer call you that because you are no longer my mother. You are the family pet so I will call you by your pet name from now on. You will be named Peterson Family Doggybitch. So from now on you will only answer to doggybitch. Do you understand? Lisa shook her head yes and said, Yes I will only answer to doggybitch from now on. Nika went on after doggybitch answered and said, As our pet doggy, you will have to wear the markings we have chosen for you. You will wear three rings and receive five brands as my new pet. Now I will give you a choice. I know that this will be painful for you. I dont want to hear you scream out loud because that hurts my ears. I would much prefer that you take your brands as a sign of your determination to becoming our willing doggybitch. But you will have to keep your mouth closed as you scream to keep it muffled. If you are able to do it that way, I promise that I will make the pain be as light as I can. Now the brands are going to hurt, a lot, and if you dont think you can do that without screaming out loud, I will allow you a gag to quiet you. I leave the choice to you but understand that if you fail after electing not to use the gag it will be much worse for you. Lisa thought for a minute and asked, If I do it willingly without the gag then youll minimize the pain? Nika said, Yes. She held her breath as her mom thought about it for a minute. Lisa looked at Nika and said, I choose to go without the gag. I hope I am able to meet your expectations. Nika looked at doggyslut and asked, Do you have something that will deaden the skin a bit? Doggyslut went to a cabinet and took out a spray bottle. It said, Xylocaine spray, for medical use only. She handed it to Nika and said, This should deaden the skin, but wont do much for the tissue underneath. The skin is the worse though. I know from experience. Nika said thanks and turned to her mother and said, Very well doggybitch. I will make this as painless as possible for you. But the minute you open your mouth and scream, I quit using this to deaden the area first. Nika sprayed doggybitchs left tit around the nipple with the deadening spray. After about a minute for it to work, she took the first branding iron out and dipped it in a bright green dye that she had selected and pressed the brand on her right tit so the brand would be on the left as you look at it. Lisa turned red and screamed a bit as the branding iron burned through the skin and into the flesh but did so through closed lips. The tears streamed down her cheeks from the pain but she felt good that she had been able to keep her mouth closed through it. The pain wasnt as bad as she thought it would be. It must have been the spray because she didnt feel anything at first. It was only after it had burnt through that she felt any real pain. She knew that she could go through it now and determined to do so. Nika removed the brand. It left a bright green mark around and on her nipple that was the shape of a full circle with a dog face in it and above it was PETERSONS. She asked, Now that you know what it is going to be like, do you want to change your mind about the gag? Lisa shook her head no and said, I can handle the pain. It will remind me of the evil way I treated those I loved the most. Nika picked up the bottle and sprayed her left tit and allowed a minute for it to work. She picked up the second brand and pressed it against her target tit and held it. Lisa again screamed behind her closed mouth from the burning pain. When Nika took the brand away it left the same green full circle with a dog face in it but with FAMILY above it. Nika repeated the process, leaving a the full circle with dog face on her pubic mound and a two inch tall green DOGGYBITCH above her pubic arch just above where her pubic hair would have been if the slaves hadnt removed it during the break after Karens dad had been taken away. When she was done she had two of the male slaves unshackle doggybitchs legs and pull them up until she was in an L and then spread them apart until her cunt was completely exposed and her bare outer lips were pulled tight. Nika picked up the spray and sprayed an extra heavy dose of the spray on either side of doggybitchs cunt and waited. As she waited she said, I put a bit more spray on this time but it will hurt real bad because of where it is at. You have been doing wonderfully well so far so just try to make it through these next two. I suspect that they will be much worse than the piercings. Doggybitch shook her head yes and closed her eyes as she saw Nika reach for the next brand. Nika pressed the generic PROPERTY OF brand on her right outer cunt lip and then quickly replaced that brand and picked up the last one and pressed it on her left outer cunt lip. The brand said NIKA PETERSON. Lisa screamed and almost failed to keep her mouth closed through the branding. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain but it was all worth it to her to life her fantasy life now that she could never have a real life again. Nika patted her mom on her stomach and said, Very good doggybitch. I didnt think you had it in you to go through that. We have three piercings to do now. I wont use the heated needles so it shouldnt hurt as bad as the brandings but it will hurt. Doggybitch shook her head yes and just kept her eyes closed as she braced for more pain. Nika picked up the piercing needle and pierced her right nipple at the base of the nipple. She put the ring on and closed it with the liquid solder and stepped back to admire it. It was a fine gold ring with a small puppy on it that covered her nipple. She thought it was cute and smiled at her choice of rings. She quickly disinfected the needle and did the other nipple. When she looked down she saw that doggybitch was excited and that her clit was sticking out from its hood. She disinfected the needle and then knelt down. She leaned in and took the clit into her mouth and sucked on it. She kept licking and sucking and when she felt doggybitch beginning to orgasm she pushed the needle through the base of the clit. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and doggybitch let out a loud moaning scream and passed out. Nika quickly put the clit ring in and stood up admiring the three rings with the little puppy that lay atop her new pets nipples and clit. The clit ring was specially designed so that it would constantly stimulate the wearers clit. Doggybitch would always be horny and ready to mate with the constant stimulation she would be getting from it. Nika turned to doggyslut and said, I think she really wants to be a dog. I never would have believed that she would willingly suffer so much pain. I saw what your dad went through and even though we deadened it a bit, I know it had to hurt. And did you see her get excited from the piercings and finally cum as I pierced her clit. That was absolutely amazing. Jasmin will never believe me when I tell her about this. Doggyslut turned to her and said, Dont worry. Everything that happens in this room is taped for the pleasure of the masters and mistresses. You will have a video of the whole thing to show how she begged to become a dog. Your family will be able to watch and know that this was her choice. I know that you didnt plan it this way, but I think for you guys it is the best thing that could happen. Im very happy for you. At least your mom has recognized how badly she treated you. Maybe there is still hope for mine but I fear it is too late now. Im so mad at her for keeping to her perverted beliefs at the cost of her own flesh and blood that I just cant forgive her anymore. I gave her more than one chance to apologize and she never took it. Any way its time to go see how trainingbitch is doing. Thats her new name you know. Well, its actually MARTAS DOGGY TRAININGBITCH. Have you decided whether you will let her keep her ability to speak or not? Nika answered, I think she would never forgive me if I let her maintain her ability to speak. She wants to be a doggy so bad that I think that she wouldnt want to go half way. But I will leave the choice to her. Can you see if they have a second set of the stuff they gave you for your mom er trainingbitch I mean? Doggyslut said, Let me go and check. When I get back well see where trainingbitch is in her conversion and go from there. She should be done by now. Doggyslut turned and went to the masters suite and asked for another set of the doggy conversion kit for doggybitch. She had to laugh at how excited that her uncle was at knowing that his ex wife had always dreamed of living like a dog and being a doggy bitch for real. If he had known he would have started down this path a long time ago. It was going to be nice to have a loving pet around that he could fuck any time, in any way he wanted and who would willingly mate with any dog they bring to her. He never in his wildest dreams ever thought anything like this could happen with his wife. He told Darryl, Go ahead and get her a conversion kit. Ill pay for it. I think Ive died and gone to heaven. I never believed anything like this was possible and here I find it is her deepest and most heartfelt fantasy. God I wish I would have known. Doggyslut went back out and told Nika the answer and looked at her mom. All of her hair was gone now except for a three inch oval bundle just above each ear with the long part of the oval going up and down. The hair hanging down had been doubled up and banded so that the hair really did look like long puppy dog ears. She could see the pain in her eyes from the dildo in her mouth. She knew that it must be on a heat cycle. She looked at the clock and saw that it was about three hours since she had the dildo inserted. Darrell had told her that it would take at least two to make it permanent so anything else was just added pain. She decided to test it and see if it worked. She went up to trainingbitch and removed the dildo from her throat. She stepped back and waited for the verbal barrage she had come to expect from her mother. As soon as the dildo was removed, Laura launched into another one of her tirades at Karen. When nothing came out when she tried to talk normally she got really worked up and tried to yell at her. All that came out was a barking sound as the force of the air that had built up on the scarred vocal chords was released suddenly causing a loud sound that was just like that of a barking dog. Doggyslut smiled at her mom and picked up a mirror that was on a table and held it up to her. It showed her how she looked and she started barking repeatedly at Karen trying to tell her how evil and depraved she was for doing this. Tears were starting to run down her cheeks as realization started to dawn on her that she would never talk again and that her life as she knew it was over. And the cause of her losing everything was the demon spawn of a daughter that was standing in front of her. She glared at her daughter with a hatred like no other. Doggyslut turned to the slaves and said, Release doggybitch and shackle trainingbitch in her place. Leave doggybitch free for now but watch her to see that she doesnt interfere or try to escape. I want to see if she meant what she said about really wanting to become a dog and that she would do anything for that chance. The slaves began releasing doggybitch and told her to stand over in front of the mirror to the masters room and stand there and masturbate until she was told to do something else. Doggybitch stood there with her legs spread wide and put her hand down and started fingering her new clit ring and playing gently with her nipple rings. The other slaves were busy putting trainingbitch up and attaching the shackles to her wrists and ankles. When she was secured, doggyslut looked into her mothers hate filled eyes and said, Lets see if you have the fortitude of your sister. She was able to keep from screaming out loud. She kept her mouth shut for all five of her brands and three new rings. I bet youll be screaming your head off. But Ill be glad to hear it out of you. You just dont get it. You belong to me now and I have the power of life and death over you. No matter how much you hate me, remember that it was you that forced me to become what I am. If you had listened to me when I told you about being raped and supported me instead of forcing me to marry my rapist, you wouldnt be here. Now get ready because your about to feel a pain like no other. And I should know, I had to go through this myself. Only I had the added insult to be over filled with an enema which caused more pain on top of the branding from all of the cramping. Im sure that youll get your fair share of that in the future with as many times as you are going to have babies. Well here goes. Lets hear those screams. Doggyslut took the first iron out of the forge and pressed the red hot brand on her moms right tit and held it there until the iron turned black again. Trainingbitch screamed from the pain and passed out. It sounded like the howling of a dog instead of a human scream. It seemed funny to both doggyslut and Nika and they bent over laughing at the sounds coming from Laura. The other slaves were smiling as well. After they woke trainingbitch up with an ammonia capsule, Doggyslut turned and grabbed the next iron and pressed it against her left tit and held it until it turned from red to black. It caused the same mournful howl as the first one had with the same end result of an unconscious slave. She quickly broke an ammonia capsule under her nose to wake her up and got the third branding iron and pushed it against her lower abdomen above her pubic mound. When she was done the three brands read MARTAS, DOGGY, and TRAININGBITCH. Centered underneath each one was the head of a German Shepherd. Doggyslut turned to the slaves and ordered, Get her into position for the next two brands. The two slaves picked trainingbitchs legs forward and up into an L and then spread them into the splits so that her cunt was pulled taught. Doggyslut woke her with the ammonia capsule and picked up the red hot generic PROPERTY OF iron and pressed it on trainingbitchs right outer cunt lip and then repeated the process with the second iron on her left cunt lip. Both times trainingbitch howled in pain and passed out. Finally doggyslut stepped back and admired the final two brands that said, PROPERTY OF on one side and MARTAS KENNELS on the other. Doggyslut picked up the same large piercing needle that she had used on her dad and pierced her right tit. The screaming howl caused by the red hot needle was music to doggysluts ears. It took away a lot of the hurt from the betrayal to know that those that had betrayed her the most were now experiencing the same painful hell she had to live through. She replaced the needle with a large stainless steel ring. Where trainingbitch was going, she wouldnt need anything dainty on her. The piercing went from edge to edge of her almost silver dollar size areola and hung down about two inches. The ring was just shy of a quarter inch wide. She repeated the process with her other tit and then she started to pick up the needle to do trainingbitchs clit but stopped. Doggyslut paused and put the needle back and stood up. She went to a cabinet and searched through a drawer of instruments and found what she was looking for. She returned to her mother and stood looking at her. Trainingbitchs face was streaked with tears from the obvious pain she had been suffering. Doggyslut smiled and taunted her mother saying, AwwwwDoes it hurt? I dont want to hear about it mother dear. You havent experienced anything that I havent. This is the life you banished me to. I was lucky in that I learned over time to find the pleasure in the pain and use it to make me cum. Some of my best cums Ive had have cum from the most severe pain. I wouldnt ever seek it out voluntarily but it has made it endurable. It takes a lot to get to that point. My big turning point was when daddy raped me at the poker game next door, the night before the orchestrated show at church the next day. You didnt know that did you mother dear? That is why I did what I did to daddy. He deserved what he got, just like you deserve what you are getting. You willingly participated in my humiliation. I remember well that you made me drink your piss in front of the whole church. I cant tell you how disgusted I was and how much I came to hate you and dad at that point. I begged Master Darrell for the opportunity to exact my revenge on you. After giving him such a beautiful daughter he willingly gave me my wish. Now that I have you here though I realize how much you hate anything to do with sex. I dont know why, but you seem to think that the natural urges the good lord gave us are evil. If we listened to you then humanity would soon go extinct because there would be no children. But I just decided that since you hate sex so much, Ill make sure that you dont enjoy anything when you get fucked by your canine masters. Doggyslut knelt down and took the tool she had found. It looked like a pair of pliers but the business end at the tip was curved and when they were closed they formed a perfect circle with a hole through the center. The inside hole was smooth and the outside made a beveled round cylinder that increased in size as you moved away from the tip. Doggyslut leaned in and began pinching and manipulating trainingbitchs clit. When it started getting bigger and came out of its hood she leaned in and started sucking and chewing on it. When it had gotten as big as it was going to doggyslut took the pliers looking tool and closed it around trainingbitchs clit and pushed down to the base ensuring that the clit hood pushed up the outside of the device until finally it could go no further. That is when doggyslut squeezed the pliers like device closed which triggered a set of spring loaded blades at the base to release and snip the clit off at the base. Trainingbitch screamed from the searing pain that seemed to go on forever and just wouldnt quit. She would run out of breath and gasp in another breath and screamed some more. Doggyslut took a needle and while spreading the handles of the pliers like device and stuck the pin down the middle hole. When she pulled it out it had her mothers clit attached to the end. She set it aside and pulled a red hot rod out of the forge and pushed it down through the hole she just pulled the severed clit out of and pushed the end into the bleeding stub where her clit had been. The end result was that trainingbitchs clit was severed and cauterized. The scream of agony was clear to anyone listening. It was obvious that this had hurt much more than anything that had been done to her previously. Trainingbitch passed out from the pain. Doggyslut stood up and looked at the inch and a half long piece of flesh that she now held in her hand. She contemplated what to do with it and got an evil look on her face. She woke trainingbitch up with the ammonia capsule and slapped her a couple of times to wake her up. When she finally was alert enough, doggyslut looked her straight in the eyes and said, Now that you have lost your pleasure center you wont be able to enjoy sex near as much. I know youve had a lot of orgasms over the past few hours, probably more than youve had in your whole life, but its all gone now. Youll never know that feeling any more, unless of course you want to feel it again. Would you mother dear? Would you like to have your little pleasure button back? Its not too late you know. I can make it so you get it back. Maybe youll be able to enjoy that feeling again. What do you think mommy dear? Would you like to enjoy pleasure again? Doggyslut taunted and taunted her mother about her lost clit and how she could earn it back. Training bitch had been crying from the pain and from having her most private part mutilated. When Karen offered to let her have it back she immediately shook her head and said, Yes. Doggyslut took one hand and grabbed a nipple ring and twisted it hard. When trainingbitch screamed she stuffed the small remnants of the clit down her throat far enough back so that she would have no choice but to swallow it. When doggyslut let go and stepped back, trainingbitch swallowed to clear her throat. When she looked back at Karen she saw that both she and Nika were laughing at her. Then she realized what it was that she swallowed and began to get nauseous. Doggyslut saw this and immediately grabbed the dildo gag and stepped up and forced it down trainingbitchs throat. Doggyslut said, I thought I made it clear earlier that there would be none of that throwing up stuff. You asked for your clit back so I gave it back to you. I dont think itll help you though where its going to end up but I dont want you to go messing up everything. Ill give you a few minutes for your stomach to settle down and then Ill have them take you down and well get started on the next phase. We still have a good six hours of time yet before I have to give you up. Doggyslut and Nika then began to set things up for the next phase of the nights activities. They moved the portable forge over to a large urn shaped container on a stand. The urn part was at just the right level to be even with the girls tits. There was a hole on either side of the container that had a cable running through it that was about twice the thickness of a bike brake cable. The ends were coiled in a circle and had a u-clamp at the end. Hanging on either side of the stand was a coil of smaller cable that was about four feet in length. They called doggybitch over and Nika ordered, I want you to stand still doggybitch while we get your tits wrapped up with cable. When we are done we will have a little competition between you and trainingbitch to see which of you wants to live like a dog the most. If you lose then I will consider that a breech of our deal. If you win I will let you have a half hour to fuck your sisters ass with the dildo of your choice. Do you understand my doggybitch? Doggybitch excitedly answered in a lusty whisper, Oh yes Nika. Ill win. I want to be your doggybitch. Ill do whatever it takes to win. Nika frowned a little and said, I dont want you calling me Nika anymore. From now on you will only call me mistress and when you come to me you will kneel in front of me and look at the ground. That is until I finally make you a dog. Then I will expect you to come to me and act like a loving dog. Ill make you practice when the time comes so dont worry too much about it right now. You just kneel here and wait while we finish getting things set up. Doggybitch kneeled and took up the position that Nika had told her and waited patiently. As Nika turned to say something to doggyslut she saw that trainingbitch was being helped over to the area where they were waiting by a couple of slaves. As they approached doggyslut handed them a coil of wire and said, Bind her tits. You know whats next so make sure they are good and tight. Well finish up the rest. Doggyslut and Nika started using scoops to fill the metal urn full of the red hot coals. They disconnected the propane from the burners to the forge and hooked it up to the burners at the bottom of the urn that would keep the coals at their hottest. Of course the thin metal tube that the metal cable ran through heated up quickly and started to transfer the heat to the cable. They were just reaching down to pick up the ends of the cable when the slaves brought trainingbitch to them with her tits looking like they were ready to pop. They looked like blue balloons they were bound so tight at the base. When she looked at doggybitch, her tits were turning blue as well but they didnt look nearly as bad. She said, Nika, you hook up doggybitch while I hook up trainingbitch. Then well see which is the most motivated of the two. Doggyslut picked up her end of the cable which was starting to get warm. She knew that it would be very hot soon. She took the U-clamp at the end and loosened it to put on the cable stretching between trainingbitchs two bound tits. She quickly screwed the thumb screw as tight as she could and then had the slaves turn it an extra time to make sure. She stepped back just as Nika was finishing connecting doggybitchs cable. One of her helping slaves also turned the thumb screw to ensure it was tight. When Nika stepped back doggyslut explained, This is a little competition to see which of you is the more motivated. The winner will get a little surprise at the end at the expense of the loser of course. This is kind of like a tug of war except there is only one person per team. Your hands are not allowed to be used. As a matter of fact your wrists are to be bound behind your backs shortly so the only thing you can use to pull against each other are your bound tits. When I say go, you will be expected to try and pull the other forward into the urn. Once we hear the scream caused by the losers tits being burned by the urn we will call a winner and announce the prize. Doggyslut noticed that the two women were beginning to become uncomfortable from the heat being transferred to the cable. They were only about a foot and a half from the forge and could feel the heat radiating off of it. The way it was designed, when the loser was forced against the now red hot urn she would burn the entire area between her tits and the inner surface of her tits but it would not affect the nipples. When she was satisfied at the level of pain showing in the two sisters eyes and from the moans they made she ordered the slaves to cuff them. Once their hands were cuffed behind their backs doggyslut said, Its time to get started. Bitches take your position. Both women were lined up opposite each other. Doggybitch had a look of feral lust on her face and looked ready for anything. Trainingbitchs eyes were focused on the red hot urn and had a look of fear and trepidation on her face along with the pain from the increasing heat of the binding cable around her tits. She wasnt paying attention to what doggyslut was saying so she missed when she said, On your mark, get set, GO!!! Trainingbitch was taken by surprise and was pulled forward and it was only through a Herculean effort that she wasnt pulled into the red hot urn with the first pull from doggybitch. She was able to catch herself and brace against being pulled closer but the effort took a lot out of her. Her feet were actually now planted on either side of the support post for the urn. One of her thighs was only about a half inch from the metal support and she could feel the heat burning her even though she wasnt touching it. Her cunt and tits were only about six inches from the urn and support post and they could also feel the heat. They were starting to turn red as if they had been severely sun burned. The metal cables were now rapidly heating up because of the close proximity of the cable and doggybitch noticed that hers were actually starting to cool a little because of the added foot of cool air to dissipate the heat. Trainingbitch tried her hardest to pull back from the urn. But she was so tired from all of the torture and the ever increasing heat on her loins and tits distracted her too much. Doggybitch looked like she was almost giddy at how successful she had been and just braced herself for a minute to get her strength built back up. She found that it didnt take much effort to hold her position as her sister tried to pull back away from the red hot urn. She was finally ready and gathered all of her strength and waited for her sisters next try to pull away. When she felt trainingbitch pull against her again she grimaced from the ache in her tits but held strong and when she felt the tension release on the cable she pulled back hard. In the next instant there were two screams. One was loud and quick because of the sudden stop when doggybitch found she couldnt pull back any further and the cable on her tits tightened and cause more pain. Trainingbitch was the one that suffered the most though. When she relaxed to get her breath after her exertion to get some distance from the urn she was suddenly pulled forward into it. The urn pressed against her chest between her tits and started burning her skin over the entire area. But that wasnt all because when she was pulled forward, her cunt was pulled up against the hot metal support post. Though it wasnt red hot like the urn, it was hot enough to cause second degree burns. And second degree burns on her already branded cunt lips was the last thing that she wanted. She screamed a long and hideous howl of pain and finally passed out. The male slaves rushed in to remove her from the cable and the burning urn but leaving her tits bound. They immediately took her to the inclined support table and had her kneel down on the vertical side and lie her upper body down on her now burnt tits down the inclined side. The pain from her tits woke her up and she screamed in pain again from the pressure being applied to her burnt chest and bound tits. She sobbed in pain as they shackled her into position. Doggyslut and Nika took doggybitch over to the dildo cabinet congratulating her on her victory. Nika told her how happy she was that her new pet doggy had done so well. When they opened the dildo cabinet, doggyslut took out the dildo harness and began strapping it into place onto doggybitch. Nika explained what each of the dildos was designed to do as they looked at them. The one doggybitch chose was a twelve inch long two inch wide dildo that had a knot built in about a third of the way up from the base. The insidious thing about the dildo was that as it was pushed in to the hilt there was a pumping mechanism that would allow the knot to grow until it was six inches across. It was designed to mimic a dogs knot in every detail. Nika smiled at the choice and she lifted her hands and started petting doggybitchs hair as if she were a dog. Doggybitch pushed her head against the hand as if she were deriving great pleasure from it, which she was. She was rapidly changing mentally into the dog she always fantasized about. She was almost purring like a cat when Nika leaned in and whispered in a shortened clip as if she was talking to a dog saying. Doggybitch made a good choice, didnt doggybitch? Yes doggybitch made her mistress very happy. Yes she did. Doggybitch made the perfect choice to fuck trainingbitch with. Yes she did. Doggybitch will make mistress very happy by fucking trainingbitch until doggybitch is knotted with her. Yes make trainingbitch your fuck bitch doggybitch. Mistress will be very happy. She leaned in and kissed doggybitchs cheek and stepped back to hand the dildo to doggyslut. Doggyslut quickly attached the dildo to the harness and they led doggybitch over to trainingbitch. They stepped back and doggyslut ordered, You now have thirty minutes to fuck your bitch. You will make your mistress very happy if you cum at least three times in that time. Try not to let trainingbitch cum though. Your time starts now. Doggyslut and Nika stepped back and watched as doggybitch began forcing the large dildo up her sisters ass. It went in fairly easily until she got to the knot. Then it took quite the effort as she tried and tried to force the knot into her tight ass. She finally put everything she had into the plunge and then continued pressing. She felt the knot slide in a couple of inches. She pulled back an inch and pushed hard again and it slid in a couple of more. She kept this up until she had the whole dildo in to the hilt. That is when doggybitch had her first orgasm. She stood there and trembled from the wonderful sensations she was experiencing. When she had recovered, she put even more effort into fucking her sister in order to have another good cum. The whole time trainingbitch was howling in pain. She sounded just like a dog that was being tortured. She kept trying to beg for them to stop fucking her ass but all that came out was a bark. The sounds heard by all of the observers sounded like a pack of dogs barking and howling. Doggybitch picked up a good steady rhythm fucking her sisters ass and each time she pushed the dildo all of the way in, the knot increased a little in size. After about ten minutes the knot had reached its maximum size of six inches. Trainingbitchs ass had expanded to accept the large knot but it also meant that as doggybitch continued to fuck her, the only way the knot moved was to pull the tissue surrounding it back and forth as well, causing additional pain. Doggybitch had cum three more times and had built up quite a sweat due to the effort. Perspiration was pouring off of her. Finally when doggyslut called the end of the thirty minutes she collapsed on top of her sister, breathing heavily from the effort and having cum almost continually for the last five minutes. It took her a minute before doggybitch became aware that there was clapping and whistling going in the back ground. Nika stepped up and leaned down to whisper in her ear as she petted her hair saying, That was wonderful my pet. You did very well and made mistress very happy. You keep this up and you will be the perfect little pet for Mistress Nika. While Nika was stroking and soothing doggybitch for a job well done, she disconnected the dildo from the harness so that she could stand up and back away from her sister. Nika helped doggybitch as she stood up and took a couple of steps back. Doggyslut pushed a button at the base of the dildo that released the air in the expanded knot. She took the base of the dildo in trainingbitchs ass and pulled it out. She took it around and presented it to her face. She ordered, Clean your dildo off bitch. I cant let my wonderful new pet use this unless it is cleaned properly. Trainingbitch saw the shit that covered the dildo and refused to open her mouth. Doggyslut grabbed her hair and yanked it up yelling, You stupid bitch. When are you going to get it into your head that you dont have an option to refuse? She looked over at one of the slaves and ordered, You two slaves come here. Our little bitch here refuses to do her duty and clean her dildo off. I think she needs to find out what happens to bitches that wont pull their fair share of the load. I know you havent gone to the bathroom yet today so nows your chance. Ill hold her head up as you piss and shit in her mouth. The two slaves immediately lined up and when doggyslut pulled hard on her mothers blond hair to cause her to scream, the first one stepped up and started pissing down trainingbitchs throat. She refused to swallow though and doggyslut ordered the slave to stop. Doggyslut stepped back and put her hand down on her moms cunt until she found where her clit had been cut off. She pushed her finger against the burnt stub of flesh that remained. Trainingbitch howled in pain. Doggyslut said loudly, Now bitch, you will willingly drink down every drop of piss and eat every ounce of shit or Ill keep pushing my finger through your burnt off stub of a clit. Now lets try it again. Drink the slaves piss now. This time when the slave started pissing in her mouth, trainingbitch swallowed all but a few dribbles. When he was done he turned around and started to force a hard log of shit out of his ass into her mouth. At first she wouldnt open her mouth so doggyslut again pushed her finger hard into the burnt stub of her clit until she did. Trainingbitch opened her mouth and allowed the log of shit to enter and held off from chewing as long as she could. The taste began to get to her so she opted to begin to bite it off and swallow as rapidly as possible. As she did she felt the pain in her clit lessen and knew that she did the right thing. She began to take quick bites and swallow without much touching her taste buds. She finally noticed that the slave wasnt shitting any more but held his ass there in front of her. She finally realized he expected her to clean him up so she leaned forward and licked his dirty asshole clean. She almost puked but remembered the warning she had been given and fought the urge. She went through the same process again with the next slave. When she was finally done with relieving the two slaves of their waste, doggyslut presented the dirty dildo to her again. She now knew better than to refuse so she started licking it clean. It took her about five minutes to finally get it clean. When she was done she sighed in relief and lay there throbbing in pain from every part of her body and crying as hard as she had ever cried. This is end of Chapter 31. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger

Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 34 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 34, The Escape The next morning when everyone had gotten up and had breakfast, they all went down to the kennels to get doggybitch and her new canine master. As they passed the kennel where trainingbitch was, doggyslut stopped and watched her mother as the others went down to get her sister. Trainingbitch looked just like she did the night before when they went to the house except that she had turned to her other side and had her arm draped over the other dog. She noticed that her mother had a pained look on her face. It would take a few days before she would recover from the brandings and the torture. Doggyslut knew how much pain she was suffering from every fiber of her being. Doggyslut heard a lot of barking down the way and when she looked in that direction she saw doggybitch yipping and bouncing on her hands. She was going from person to person and sticking her nose in their crotches and when they reached down to pet her she would lick their hand. She had a big grin on her. It was obvious she was happy with her decision or putting on one hell of an act. Doggyslut turned back to her mother and said loudly, Trainingbitch, wake up. She got no response so she shook the chain link fence and yelled again, Wake up trainingbitch. She heard a groan this time but no response. She wanted her mother to see that her sister was happy and reveling in her new life. She tried one more time but said in a normal tone, Mom. Please wake up. Her mother opened her eyes and looked at Karen with a pained look. Doggyslut said, Mom, I want you to look over at Aunt Lisa. She waited until her mother looked over and saw her sister. Her eyes went wide in surprise at what she saw. It was obvious to her and anyone else that her sister was happier than she had ever seen her. She started crying as she remembered the painful truth she had learned yesterday. Doggyslut watched her and waited for a moment for what she saw to sink in and then said, See how happy she is. This is what she really wanted. She has fantasized of this day since she was a young girl. She has felt guilty for all of her fantasies over the years. Fantasies that you and the false priest you believed in raised her to believe were perverted and evil. Fantasies of becoming a dog where all she had to do was show love to her master and she would be loved and taken care of in return. No worries, no decisions, no stress and no responsibilities other than to love and be loved. Cant you see how much she is loving it. I know you learned some hard truths and you are just now realizing the true nature of what lies you have lived and forced on others. But you too can have happiness. Just learn to love and be loved. Be the best trainingbitch you can and love my puppies I send to you. Those two boys with you are like my own children. I love them just as much as I do Michelle. You refused to come and be a grandmother to Michelle, a decision you made due to the lies you were raised to believe. You wont have many chances to be a grandmother to Michelle any more, but it would please me greatly if you would love and spoil my canine babies as if they were your grandchildren. I promise that I will try to come and visit you occasionally and see how you are doing. Be brave and dont give in to the despair you are feeling. I know how right now that you just want to curl up and die. That is not what I want. I want you to live and learn to be happy in your situation. I want you to accept your new life like Aunt Lisa has. Doggyslut had started to tear up about half way through what she said. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when she finished. She turned and went to join the others. If she would have looked at her mothers face at that point she would have seen the tears streaming down her cheeks. They were tears of sadness and love for her daughter. A love and longing was welling up in her like she had never experienced nor shared with her daughter. She wanted to plead to Karen for forgiveness but couldnt. As Karen walked away, her mother tried to speak and a shaky yip came out that doggyslut didnt hear. Her mother just knelt there on all fours watching her as she walked away. Nika had just attached the leash to doggybitchs collar as doggyslut joined the group. She led the way to the van that would take them home. The ride was long and soon Darrell and doggyslut were dropped off at their home. Doggyslut and Nika hugged each other goodbye and the van took off. When they went in to the house they found Krystal sitting on the couch holding the baby and watching a cartoon on the television. She smiled and got up, taking the baby to doggyslut. Doggyslut took Michelle and kissed and hugged her. She whispered, I missed you baby Michelle. I love you. She looked at Krystal and mouthed, Thank you and took the baby out the back and to her dog house where she spent most of her time. On the way through the kitchen she picked up a couple of bottles with cum in them from the fridge so she could pump her breasts to feed the baby. Her tits were swollen as full as they had ever been and were constantly leaking because they hadnt been drained for over a day. She set Michelle in the crib through the window and then crawled through the doggy entrance to her dog house. When she entered, she found two new newborn puppies in a box on her bed. She quickly pumped her tits and filled the bottles and then lay down on her bed. She picked up the two small puppies and put them to her tits to let them suckle her and drain the remaining milk. She would never tire of having her tits nursed on. It was the most natural and wonderful feeling she experienced. Doggyslut was still tired from the previous days activities and soon fell asleep with the puppies feeding from her tits. She was back in her routine now. She was satisfied that her parents now knew what they had done to her and had paid for that betrayal. Now if she could just figure out how to escape. For the next few months until Michelles first Birthday Party, Doggysluts life picked up something akin to normalcy for her. She would wake up before dawn and take care of the baby and the puppies. She would then relieve herself as she needed. She would then go to the house and make breakfast for Darrell and feed and water Prince. When she was done, she would go in and wake Darrell up by giving him a blow job. She always had a bottle with her and once he came in her mouth she would spit the cum in the bottle and take it to the fridge. She would then help Darrell to the walk in shower and proceed to wash him down. When done, she would towel him dry and help him get dressed. They would come out and she would serve him a fresh, hot breakfast. When he was done, Darrell would scrape scraps into a bowl for her to eat. She would give him his box lunch to take to work and when he left she would finally relax and get down and eat her scraps. When she finished breakfast and cleaned up she would get another couple of bottles and then go find Prince in the house. He would have her relieve him and then she would either suck him or fuck him in the cunt or ass. She always tried to get him to let her suck him as that gave her more cum to add to Michelles milk. By the time she had done all of that, it was time to go back out and feed the puppies. She would let them feed and then play with Michelle for a while. If she got hungry during the day, she would eat food from Princes dog dish as that was what Darrell wanted for her to do. About three in the afternoon she would go to the house again and begin preparing dinner for Darrell so he would have a hot meal waiting for him when he got home. She always had the table set and the food ready to serve when he entered the house. She would be waiting at the door on her knees in the slaves position she had been taught. When dinner was over, she would clean the dishes and come in to the living room and kneel beside Darrell who was usually sitting in his easy chair. He would usually fuck her cunt, ass or make her suck him at least once in the evening before he went to bed. He also loved to watch her being fucked by Prince. The only deviation to this routine was on Friday and Saturday nights. At least two to three times per month they would have a party. They would have fresh new acquisitions that either Krystal or Nika would bring for their cherry popping party and then a night in the dungeon. Doggyslut loved the parties because she knew that she wouldnt be the center of attention. Sometimes they even left her in the doghouse with the baby and her puppies. When they didnt have parties, then Darrell would take her down to the dungeon and play with her with his toys. These sessions were usually extremely painful and it would take several days for her to recover. When time approached for Michelles first birthday in January, she asked Darrell to have a party with Krystal, Nika and her parents and her mom attending if Mistress Marta would allow it. She couldnt forgive her father for raping her and didnt care if she ever saw him again. Darrell agreed and the party was set for the evening of Michelles birthday. Doggyslut spent the whole week before the birthday preparing the food and two nice birthday cakes, one for all of the guests and one small one for Michelle. Darrell had bought some decorations and she spent the day preparing the living room for the festivities. She had everything ready for the party before Darrell came home. Darrell allowed her to dress up for the party so she wore a sexy red silk dress that accentuated her tits. It plunged in the front down to her belly button and was thin enough that her nipples, the bumps around them and the branding scar were clearly visible. It made her look like every guys wet dream. Doggyslut actually felt fully dressed and comfortable in the dress though most women wouldnt be caught dead wearing something so risqu. That evening Darrell came home a little bit early so he could make sure that everything was ready to his satisfaction. He was suitably impressed with the extent of preparation that doggyslut had gone to for the little party. When he saw how she was dressed, his cock got hard instantly. He went up to her and placed a deep passionate kiss on her that curled his toes. In his own warped way he had come to love doggyslut and had decided that he would never give her up. He didnt know if she felt the same way, though he was pretty sure she didnt. He whispered in her ear, Youre looking rather lovely tonight my slut. I am going to have to buy you more dresses like this. You look absolutely good enough to eat. Now bend over the table so I can take care of this hard on you caused by your beauty. Doggyslut turned around and bent over the table. She had started getting excited when she saw the effect she had on him. She knew that she looked good in the dress, but hadnt expected to get this kind of reaction. When he gave her an almost desperate kiss she started getting wet in anticipation of the fucking she knew would follow. When she felt him lift the hem of the dress and put it on her back she moaned in anticipation. Darrell didnt waste any time in ramming his cock into her cunt. He fucked her hard for about twenty minutes, slapping her ass with every in stroke. Doggysluts tits were mashed against the table and pushed back and forth during the pounding. She grunted with each thrust and quickly approached orgasm. She had learned how to focus on the pleasure of each situation she was in so well that she almost came at the first thrust. Doggyslut was screaming in pleasure by the time Darrell finally came in her cunt. When he was done, he pulled out and lowered her dress back down. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. I just love fucking your sweet tight cunt. I can never get enough. I love the thought of my cum soaking your sweet tight little cunt and running down your thighs, especially when we have guests arriving any minute. As if he had planned it, the doorbell rang with the first of the guests. Darrell said, Now do go and welcome our guests in. Dont worry about cleaning up. Doggyslut would have preferred to clean herself first but there was no time. She knew that Darrell expected her to comply with his order immediately. She opened the door and Nika, Jasmin and their dad were at the door with doggybitch on a leash. Doggybitch came in following Nika in the perfect heel position. When she saw doggyslut and Darrell she happily pounced over to them and started nuzzling them as she had been trained. She let out yips of pleasure at seeing them, wagging her tail with no movement of her hips. She had learned to use the muscles of her ass to move the tail and it looked natural the way she did it. She was as happy as doggyslut could ever remember seeing her. When doggybitch put her nose under doggysluts dress she immediately noticed the cum running down her thighs. She immediately started lapping the cum up off of doggysluts thigh. When the cum was all gone, she latched her mouth onto doggysluts cunt and started sucking it out. Doggyslut put her hands down on doggybitchs back to support herself as she came hard for the second time in about ten minutes. Finally she stepped away from doggybitch and petted her hair lovingly saying, That was wonderful doggybitch. You have become a wonderful doggy. Doggybitchs tail was really wagging now after what doggyslut had said. After that, doggybitch crawled over to Prince and stuck her nose in his ass, sniffing and licking like dogs do. Finally she leaned in and started to nuzzle and lick his cock. She quickly had him at full rampant erection. She backed off and barked once, allowing him to choose which hole he wanted to fuck. She didnt care which one, just as long as he fucked her. Prince launched up and was soon fucking her cunt like there was no tomorrow. Doggybitch was howling in pleasure with occasional barks when he tried to force his knot in. When he finally forced his knot into her cunt they both let out a howl of joint pleasure as he started cumming. When it was obvious that the show was over with Prince and Doggybitch, Doggyslut turned to her cousin and gave Nika a big welcome hug and whispered, I see that doggybitch is still very happy with her life. She looks as if she is healthier and happier than I can remember her ever being before. Im glad for you. I wish mom could find that kind of happiness. About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. When doggyslut opened the door, there was a large black slave standing there with a leash in his hand and on the leash was trainingbitch. She didnt look as happy as her sister but she looked much happier than she had been when doggyslut last saw her. When she saw doggyslut, tears started down her cheeks and she crawled as fast as she could to her and pushed her face against her thigh and rubbed herself against her to try and show how happy she was to see her and to be free of the kennels for just a little while. Doggyslut knelt down and looked her in the eyes and said, I wanted you to experience your granddaughters first birthday. She then hugged her mother for the first time in years. When she looked up to thank the slave for bringing trainingbitch he was gone and Mistress Tyree was walking up the front porch. Doggyslut wondered why she was here. She hadnt invited her. She thought Darrell must have decided to invite her for some reason. She welcomed her in and closed the door. She knelt back down with her mother and said, I hope you enjoy your time with us. Trainingbitch shook her head yes and barked and wagged her tail. She wasnt as good at it as doggybitch, but she got the idea across that she was happy. Doggyslut pet her hair and led her into the room. When trainingbitch saw doggybitch with Prince knotted to her she quickly crawled over and began to nuzzle and rub against her sister. It was a touching site to the gathered guests to see the two getting along better than they ever had before. They were both about seven months pregnant at that point. Doggybitch had twins growing in her belly while trainingbitch had triplets. These were no doubt stimulated by the fertility drugs they had received at doggysluts revenge party. The night turned in to a fairly normal evening for all but the two sister human dogs. When it was time to eat they all gathered around and ate dinner followed by a nice birthday cake with ice cream. Doggybitch and trainingbitch ate out of dog bowls on the floor of course. When the cakes were brought, the little cake had one lit candle on it and was placed on the tray of the high chair. They all sang happy birthday to Michelle with doggybitch and trainingbitch both barking along followed by Doggyslut helping Michelle blow out the candle. It was as normal of a celebration as one could expect from anyone belonging to the organization. After the party was over and the guests had left, Darrell told doggyslut, I arranged with Mistress Marta for trainingbitch to spend the night with you. I thought that you would like the opportunity to spend some quality time with her. You should find that she has changed remarkably from the last time you saw her. Doggyslut went about her tasks of cleaning up after the party. It took her about an hour and when she was done she took trainingbitchs leash, a bottle with cum in it and led her to the doghouse. Doggyslut put the baby in the crib and crawled through the doggy door, followed by her mother. When they were in the dog house, doggyslut took the breast pump and filled the bottle for Michelle. She let Michelle nurse on the bottle while she picked up her puppies and allowed them to nurse as well. Her mother lay down on doggysluts doggy bed and watched her daughter take loving care of not only her granddaughter but the two puppies. She had never given that kind of care and loving to Karen when she was a baby. How she wished she could go back in time and start over. She wished she could speak and tell Karen how sorry she was for everything and how she wished she could go back and change things. When doggyslut finished with the puppies she picked up Michelle and lay down on the bed with her in her arms. She looked at her mother and patted the bedding in front of her saying, Wont you please come lie down beside us so we can all cuddle. I know that Michelle would love to cuddle with her grandmother. Trainingbitch slowly crawled up and lay down on her side facing doggyslut. She moved as close as she could and draped her arm over her daughters arm. She looked at Michelle and then at Karen. Back and forth she looked for what seemed like hours. She had tears flowing down her cheeks off and on. They were both tears of happiness and of sadness. Happiness at being able to share just this little bit of human contact with her daughter and granddaughter. Sadness that she could never again tell her daughter that she really did love her and was sorry for what she had done. Doggyslut leaned forward and kissed the tears on her mothers cheeks. She whispered, I hope those are tears of happiness. You have a wonderful granddaughter and I promise that if it is ever in my power to do so, I will get her away from this hell that we are both in. You must know by now what happens to escaped slaves. Understand that I will escape and it will be in a way that they will never find me again. I plan on taking Michelle with me so that she doesnt grow up a slave. I hope you can find happiness like Aunt Lisa has in her new life. You know she is happier than I have ever seen her. Her mother shook her head yes in understanding and agreement at what doggyslut told her. She pulled Karens face to her and kissed her like a loving mother should. She then hugged her as if her life depended on it. It was the most motherly hug Karen had ever received from her mother. They soon fell asleep in each others arms with Michelle between them. The next morning doggyslut went through her normal paces and while Darrell was eating breakfast she knelt down and assumed the position to ask a question. Her mother was waiting on all fours to be fed from the scraps of the table. When Darrell noticed that doggyslut wanted to ask a question he paused and asked, What is it my slut? Doggyslut looked at her mother and then back at Darrell and asked, Master, I know that Mistress Marta is going to use trainingbitch until she is worn out and cant have anymore children. Instead of disposing of her as is normally done with unwanted slaves, could she be allowed to live the rest of her life with her sister at Mistress Nikas? I would like her to have a chance at happiness like doggybitch has. Darrell looked surprised at the request. This wasnt something that he had anticipated but considering how good Karen has been for him and for the group in recruiting new young talent he decided that it was the least he could do. He answered, I cant make any promises. As you know, the slave owner has final determination of what happens when they tire of the slave. But I will talk with Mistress Marta and see if she would consider your request. Doggyslut smiled knowing that what Darrell usually requested got done. Because of her, the organization has had the largest influx of young subs and doms in its history. The senior members pretty much supported whatever he requested within reason. She smiled saying, Thank you master. You dont know how much this means to me. She went over to her mother who had tears in her eyes. She had been through the hunt and had been told what happens when slaves arent wanted any more. She knew her daughter just made it possible for her to avoid a fate worse than death and the possibility to be with her sister at some point in the future. It would take some doing, but if she was given the chance to live with her sister she would try and be as much like her as she could. It would be the least she could do to make it up to her sister. She hugged doggyslut as best she could when she came over. She wanted to say thank you but could only bark. Tears of love streamed down her face for her daughter. Doggyslut whispered in her ear, I hope you get another chance for happiness. I know our chance to share happiness together is past. But maybe youll get the chance to make Nika, Jasmin and Uncle Joe happy some day. I know Aunt Lisa will be ecstatic if you get the chance to live with them. Be a happy, loving dog for them when you get the chance. Darrell had finished eating his breakfast and scrapped the leftovers into the dog dish on the floor. Doggyslut let her mother eat first. Just as she started eating, there was a knock at the door. Doggyslut went to answer it and found the slave that had dropped trainingbitch off the night before waiting there. She went and got trainingbitchs leash and hooked it to her collar. Before she could finish eating, trainingbitch was being led to the door to return to her life at the kennels. Doggyslut watched her mother being led to the kennel van with tears in her eyes. How she wished that life could have been different for them. She closed the door and went back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. She didnt have an appetite at that moment. Darrell came up behind her and gave her tits a quick squeeze and pressed herself against her. He whispered, I hope you enjoyed our daughters first birthday party. Dont be surprised if Mistress Tyree stops by. She wants to spend some time with you and Michelle. She wants to become closer to you two. She said that you were always her favorite student and thinks of you as a daughter. Doggyslut answered, Ill be watching for her master. Darrell left for work and doggyslut went about her normal routine during the day. That afternoon and most afternoons following, Mistress Tyree came by after school and played with Michelle and they talked and discussed anything and everything under the sun. When school was out for the summer, Mistress Tyree spent most days at their house except for the major holidays. This became the normal routine for doggyslut until early August when the high school started up again. It was the third day after school started that doggyslut found her self alone with Michelle and her puppies in the doghouse. She had just finished letting the dogs suckle her tits and was resting when she heard a couple of deep voices talking faintly and getting louder. She paid close attention as she started hearing their conversation and when she could finally understand what they were saying she heard half way through a sentence, the absolutely most fantastic hike weve had all summer. The views weve seen along the trail are absolutely stunning. I cant wait to get back to the house at Southern Cal and get the pictures developed. The other voice answered, Yeah, I know what you mean. When you suggested hiking through the mountains of the west coast all summer, I thought you were nuts. But its been absolutely wonderful. I tell you, I wouldnt mind doing some cross country skiing on these trails this winter during break. What do you think? Doggyslut never heard the answer as they passed by the doghouse and headed into town. It was mid afternoon and she knew that escape wasnt possible today. Darrell would be home within the hour and the alert would go up before she could get too far away. But if they were coming back in the winter, then she might be able to get them to come prepared to take her and Michelle with them. She hoped they would come back by before Darrell got home so she could talk to them. She waited by the fence of the kennel and fortunately about fifteen minutes later the two college age men came walking each carrying a large bottle of water and passing a bag of trail mix between them. When they came to the back side of the house and saw the naked vision of beauty standing in front of them they stopped and froze. Karen didnt want anyone to see them from the road in front of the house and waved them over saying frantically, Please come over here for a minute. I need to talk to you. One guy was about six feet tall, had blonde hair and blue eyes and weighed about 180 pounds. He was well built without being muscular. The other guy had brown hair and green eyes and was about Six foot three inches and weighed about 220 pounds. He was more muscular than his partner and didnt have an inch of fat on him. The guys finally broke out of their stunned silence and walked over to doggyslut. When one of them started to say something, Karen held up her hand and said, Dont talk and listen please. I dont have much time and I cant afford to be caught talking to you. I heard you saying that youre from California is that correct? They both said Yes at almost the same time. Karen asked, Are either of you from around this area? One of them said, Im from Barstow and the other Im from San Diego. Karen said, Good. I heard you talking earlier and that you were thinking of doing some cross country skiing here this winter. I am being held here as a sex slave and I fear that my daughter will eventually be made into one as well when she gets older. Trust me when I say you cant tell a sole about this. Every law enforcement agency in this area has been compromised and if you tell anyone about our conversation then I will end up dead and my daughter will disappear. They will also send someone after you as well. But if you dont tell anyone and come back in the morning sometime this winter with the equipment for us then you can help us get free and disappear. Pleasepleaseplease understand that you can tell no one about this conversation. If you do this for me, Ill live with you both for a year as payment for our freedom. Do you think that you can help us? The two guys looked at each other and they seemed to come to an agreement without saying a word. Yeah well do it but you have to understand that we live in a fraternity house. If we bring you in as fuck buddy then it will be for the whole fraternity. Karen had begun to hope, but a fraternity might have members from her area so she asked worriedly, Are any of the members of your fraternity from this area? The big brown haired guy answered, No, the only member that isnt from California is from Nevada. Theres no one with any ties to this area. Karen answered, Thats fine. Thats a small price to pay for my freedom. I should be able to go to school there too. So Ill agree to be the fraternity fuck bunny if you help me escape. Now did either of you use any form of ID in town? They both answered no that they only went to the convenience store to get some water and snacks for the last leg of the trip. Karen finally asked again, You didnt say you would help me yet. I only have a few more minutes until my master gets home. Please tell me you will help us. They both answered at the same time, Yes we will. They spent the next few minutes discussing how they would do it and when they would try. Karen gave them the sizes she would need so that they could bring the right sized clothing and equipment. They couldnt pin down a date as the weather was so unpredictable during the winter but they promised that they would return early in the morning some time during their Christmas break and free her and Michelle. Karen heard the crunch of tires on gravel and in a panicky voice said, You have to go now. You cant be seen here. Remember not to say a word about this to anyone else. Our lives depend on it. Now go, hurry! The two young men turned and ran up the trail after assuring her that they would be back. Doggyslut went back in the kennel and picked up Michelle and while heading to the door to the kitchen she looked back to see the guys disappear into the woods. She now had hope that someday she and Michelle would be free. She went inside the house and immediately to the front door. It was as she thought. Mistress Tyree was coming for her after school visit. She happily greeted her as if nothing were amiss. They had a good afternoon talking and playing with Michelle. Life went on somewhat normally for Doggyslut for the next few months. As winter came and school finally let out for the winter holidays, she began to watch for her rescuers. Unfortunately it was a very severe winter in the Cascades that year and it seemed as if there would never be a long enough break in the weather for her rescuers to safely come and get them away. It was about mid December that she realized that she was pregnant again. She didnt want Darrell to know if she was going to escape so she didnt tell him. She waited day after day and began to loose hope as time passed. Finally when school started back up, she just knew that they werent coming. Her depression showed even as they began to prepare for Michelles second birthday party at the end of January. Her heart wasnt in it as she had put all of her hopes into being free by now. During the week before her daughters birthday the weather finally broke and they had moderately clear weather all week with uncharacteristically warm weather. Karen was the dutiful slave and did everything to perfection that she was asked. Unlike the year before, Darrell wouldnt allow any of her family to attend the party. This party included only Darrells dad and several male members of the Coch Organization and of course Mistress Tyree. The other attendees were Sheriff Rob, Wayne Keplar, Joey from the porn shop and Jeremy the huge bouncer that had participated in Karens first public gang rape at the road house restaurant. Doggyslut wondered why not even Krystal or Nika and her dad were allowed to attend. The party went similarly well as her first birthday went. Only Michelle was happier because she knew what it was all about this time. She smiled and giggled at everything. When it came time to blow out the candles she took a deep breath and blew them both out on her own this time. She was extremely excited and ran to her mommy for a big hug with a smile on her face. That was when things became clear for doggyslut. Darrell kneeled down and took Michelles arms and picked her up saying, Happy birthday honey. Your mommy is going to be busy for a while so I want you to go with Aunty Tyree. Youll be staying with her now so run along. When doggyslut heard what Darrell said she yelled in a mix of anger and desperation, What!!!!!!? What do you mean shell be staying with her? John and Rob had moved up and grabbed doggyslut on either side, holding her. Darrell came up and answered, My daughter needs to grow up in a nurturing, educational environment. I dont want her to be exposed to a slut like her mother until I decide whether that is to be her fate or not. Back when you helped Mistress Tyree with her little slave problem she asked me if she could raise Michelle. I agreed and she paid me 30 thousand dollars for the privilege. She never had any children and wasnt sure she could handle a baby so we agreed that she would take her at her second birthday party. She wants to love and raise her as her own. We both will decide her fate when the time comes and she is of age. But until then, Michelle will be encouraged to think of her as her mother. That is why she has spent so much time this past year coming over and bonding with Michelle. That way it will be less traumatic for our daughter. Doggyslut was screaming and crying out, No, you cant take my baby. Its not fair. Ive done everything you want. Please dont take my baby from me, pleeeeease she wailed in desperation. Darrell slapped her and ordered, Shut up bitch. Youre a slave and you dont have any say in the matter. He looked at his dad and Rob and said, You gentlemen can enjoy her for as long as you like. Lock her up in the kennel when your done. Im going to take Mistress Tyree and Michelle home. As they left, John and Rob pulled doggyslut into the living room. She saw Jeremy stripped naked and lying down on his back in the center of the floor. His fourteen inch hard cock was sticking up like a fence post. Doggyslut was made to mount his cock, putting it in her ass hole, all while she continued to beg for her baby back. Rob came up behind her and rammed his cock up her now extremely tight cunt with no preparation causing doggyslut to scream in pain. John came up to her face and forced his cock down her throat silencing her. John looked down at her as he held tightly to her hair so she had to look at him and chastised, Oh do shut up bitch. You know that a slave has no say in the way things are decided. Just accept the fact that you got to enjoy a couple of years with your daughter. Thats more than most slaves get. Doggyslut cried on Johns cock with groans of pain and pleasure beginning to build in her. Doggyslut couldnt focus on the pleasure this time like she usually did. She found that she didnt want to have an orgasm. These evil people had taken the only thing that had brought joy to her life. Her desire to live just died. All of the hope she had held on to for the past few months had now been shattered. She gave up and just let them do what they wanted. If anything she fought the pleasurable feelings to deny herself any chance of an orgasm that night. That would be a betrayal of the worst kind to Michelle she thought in her mind. The men rotated out as they came and were replaced by the one that had been waiting. They spent the rest of the night fucking her repeatedly. When they werent fucking her then Prince was. Finally about two in the morning they were all fucked out and John took(half drug) doggyslut out to the Kennel and made her get in the dog house. When he left he locked the kennel gate, something that hadnt been done since after Diptis punishment party. Doggyslut crawled up on her bed and curled up into the fetal position and cried herself out. She was alone again, and she had been subjected to the worst torture a mother could know. Her baby had been yanked from her arms and given to another and she could do nothing about it. She finally fell into a fitful sleep at about four in the morning. Doggyslut woke up to a rattling sound and the sound of two voices saying, Hello, are you there? Were here to free you. Is anyone there? Doggyslut got up and crawled out of the dog house and saw her rescuers. She broke out crying again and rushed to them and cried, I had given up hope. Oh I wish you could have come earlier. Please let me out. We have to go. We have to go now. Please. She said desperately. The blond guy went to the gate to the kennel and said, Its locked. Where is the key kept? Karen answered, Its usually hanging just inside the door on your right as you go in. There is a peg on the wall where it normally hangs. Be careful and dont leave any finger prints. They can track you if you leave any behind. Can you throw me some clothes to put on? Its cold out here. The blond guy went to get the key and the big brown haired guy began throwing clothes over the top of the kennel fence to her. They each took special care to not leave any evidence behind to be found later. There would be enough of a trail with the ski tracks. By the time they got the key and opened the lock, Karen was dressed in the ski suit and cross country ski boots. When she finally came out of the kennel she said, Im Karen, whats your name? The Blond guy answered, Im Darren and my friend here is Jack. Now we need to get going if were going to make our rendezvous before lunch. Get your baby and lets go. Karen began crying and sobbed out, They took my baby from me last night. Why couldnt you get here earlier? They took her from me. All I have are my puppies. Let me take them instead. Theyre all I have left. Darren answered, Okay, but hurry. We cant carry much with us but two puppies shouldnt be too bad. Karen went inside the dog house and grabbed the leashes for the two three month old Saint Bernard dogs. They gladly allowed Karen to put the leashes on them and lead them out. The guys saw how big the dogs were and said, Those arent puppies. Theyre bigger than most dogs fully grown. We didnt plan on anything like them. Are you sure they wont be a problem? Karen answered, Dont worry about them. They think I am their mother and will do anything I tell them. Ill keep them under control. Theyll also let us know if any wild animals might show up unexpectedly. They are very alert and sensitive. Now where are my skis? I dont want to spend another minute in this place. All I have are bad memories. Darren helped her into the skis and when she had them on they took off up the trail. They were going for two hours before they came to a cross roads where a pick up truck was located. It was about 12:30 pm so they were pretty much on track. When they came up to the truck, they removed the skis and threw them and the packs in the back. They let the two dogs into the space behind the bench seat and the three got in the truck. Karen had noticed that there was no license plate on the truck and there was an Oregon temporary tag on the back window. She asked, I thought you guys were from California? Jack answered and said, We are, but we were passing through a rest stop in Oregon on the way here and saw a truck just like this one with the temporary tags on it. It was dark and no one was around so we took it. We decided that it would throw anyone off who may come by the truck and check on it while we were skiing to get you. This way they will think you went to Oregon instead of Southern California. Karen turned and gave each one a hug saying, Thank you over and over. Finally she said, Lets go. We want to get out of the area before anyone begins to look for me. They stayed on back roads most of the way through Washington. They didnt hit the main highways until they were past the Oregon border and then they hit the interstate and drove as fast as they dared without raising a red flag to the highway patrol. When Darrell got home that night he knew immediately that something was wrong. Prince was at the back door and barking at it which was something her never did. He was as agitated as he had ever seen him. Darrell went out the back door and saw the kennel gate open with the key in it. He went to look into the dog house but he knew that he wouldnt find doggyslut there. It was as he expected. The dog house was empty and even the two young dogs were gone. When he left the kennel, he noticed the ski tracks and the paw prints going up the hiking trail. He rushed into the house and made the one phone call that he had hoped never to make. His dad answered the phone and Darrell said, Dad, shes gone. She took off some time today and she had help. We need to put out an escaped slave alert. I was afraid that something like this might happen. She is a smart one you know and I think taking her baby put her in a situation she didnt care whether she lived or died. I dont know who helped her but I bet it wasnt anyone local. How soon can the hunt dogs be here? His dad told him, They should have the hunt team out there in about an hour. They are use to this kind of thing. Theyll find her, Im sure of that. Theyve never had a successful escape in my memory. The only person I have ever known to escape is Traci Martines grandmother. You know what that means for doggyslut when shes caught dont you? Darrell answered sadly, Yeah dad, I do. I wish it didnt have to be that way but I understand why. Im sorry I let you down. John said, Dont worry about it. This has happened to every one of us at some time or another. You and Karen were a good shot in the arm for us. Your enslavement of her brought more new blood to us in two years than most slave recruiters do in a life time. So dont worry about it. Darrell said, Thanks dad. Let the hunters know that I think she may be pregnant again. She hasnt had a period for a couple of months. I was going to have her tested later this week. If she is, I would like her to have the baby before she is killed. John responded, Ill pass that on to the hunters. Theyll take the necessary precautions but I cant make any promises. She may not want to come back. Darrell sighed and said, I know dad, I know. Darren, Jack and Karen were over half way through Oregon by the time her absence was discovered and the hunt teams and Sheriff Rob were notified. Darren pulled into a rest stop about that time and parked away from the main building. Jack opened the glove compartment and pulled out some platinum blonde hair dye. He gave it to Karen and said, Were going to put the California license plates back on and pack things up nice and tight so we dont raise suspicion. While were doing that, go and color your hair with this. Theyll be looking for a brunette in a black truck with Oregon temporary tags, not a platinum blonde with two guys in black truck from California. Dont take too long though. I suspect that the alert for you has already gone out. If the law enforcement there is in on this stuff as you say, theyll put out an APB for you. The sooner we change your looks the better. He then pulled out a pack from behind the seat and added, Heres a nice change of clothes for you too. Theyre all in the size you gave us so they should fit. Karen gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried to the womens rest room. She spent the next fifteen minutes dying her hair and changing clothes. When she was done she looked in the mirror and saw a stranger looking back at her. She finally felt free after almost three years of slavery. Tears began to stream down her face as she packed up everything to take with her. She thought about how if they had been a couple of days earlier, she wouldnt have lost Michelle. She missed her terribly but the only choice she had was to live as a slave without her or live free without her. Neither choice was good but freedom was always better than slavery. Hopefully she could eventually get her life back on track and make something of herself without giving everything away. She ran to the truck where her two saviors were waiting for her. As she came up to them she launched into Darren and gave him a steamy kiss that had his cock hard in a flash. She then did the same for Jack. Both guys thought they had died and gone to heaven. They climbed into the truck with Karen in the middle of the seat. As they were taking off, Darren noticed in the rear view mirror that the Highway Patrol was pulling into the rest area. Darren said, It looks like we got out just in time. The state patrol just pulled in. Karen, did you leave anything behind in the restroom? Karen smiled and said, NO WAY. I brought every little piece of trash I created. Everything belonging to the dye kit is in the pack and I wiped everything down that I touched so that there shouldnt be any fingerprints either. How about you guys? Is there anything that could tie you guys to the rest stop? Darren laughed, No. We had ourselves a little fire where we burned the paper temporary tag from Oregon. Everything else is packed away as if it hadnt been used for a few days. I think well be home free once we get to California. We dont even know if they are looking for us any way. Karen breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against Jack as Darren drove on. As it started to get dark Karen decided that it was time to reward her two rescuers. She brought her hand down on each side and started stroking each of their cocks through their pants. Jack was the hardest the quickest so she unzipped him and pulled his cock out. She bent over and sank her mouth over the end of his cock and started sucking for all she was worth. When she heard an Oh God come out of his mouth she smiled inwardly that she was bringing such pleasure to her knight in shining armor. He didnt last long and soon she was drinking his cum. When she was sure that he was done she put his deflated cock back in his pants and patted it saying, I cant wait to feel that thing in me for real. When she was done with Jack she turned her attention to Darren. She put her hand back on his cock and found that it was as hard as a rock. She said, I see you liked what you saw. I think I need to take care of that little problem for you, dont you? She unzipped Darren before he could answer and pulled out his massive cock. It was every bit of twelve inches long and two inches wide. She leaned down and began bobbing up and down on his cock like it was a candy cane. She took it down her throat and hummed as she sucked. She heard him tell Jack, God shes good. Shes got my whole cock down her throat and is humming. I never felt anything like it. He grunted and began to fill Karens throat. Karen swallowed everything he gave her. When he was done she put his cock back and zipped him up. She said, That monster will feel wonderful up my nice tight cunt. I cant wait to try it out. Thats just a sampling of what my knights in shining armor get to look forward to for the next year. They sat back and relaxed as they drove through the night. Jack and Darren traded off every so often to let the other get some rest and by mid morning they were pulling up to the fraternity house. Jack said, Before you get out we want you to know that you dont have to do this. We would love to have you as our little fraternity fuck bunny but it has to be because it is what you want, not what you think you owe us. You are under no obligation to stay with us. Karen looked at him and then Jack, who shook his head in agreement. She answered, I have spent the better part of the last three years being made to have sex with anybody and anything I was told to with no choice in the matter. This I do by choice. I choose to offer you myself in return for this chance at a future I thought was lost forever. So lead on my knights, your handmaiden has made her decision. The two guys couldnt have been happier. They each took a leash for one of the dogs and led Karen into to house. The entire fraternity was in the assembly room when they came in. Darren and Jack came in with Karen between them. Darren announced, Gentlemen, I want you to meet the new Queen of the fraternity. Queen Karen has graciously agreed to stay with us until the summer term. She wants everyone to treat her like family. Now there will be some rules that I as president will insist on in how she is treated. Anyone violating these rules will have to answer to Jack and me. First, she is here of her own free will and can leave any time she wants. Second, you are not to hound her for sex or to go on a date. You may ask her but if she says no, then the answer is no. You will treat her as a proper lady at all times. You are to tell no one of her being here. Her life and ours is dependent on her whereabouts being kept from general knowledge for at least a while. Anyone found to be telling anyone about her here will be automatically expelled from the fraternity and we will make sure you are blackballed in every other fraternity on campus. I think you will find she is a smart, caring individual who is easy to talk to. If she wants to bless you by letting you have time with her then it will be by her choosing. I can assure you that if you treat her right then she will treat us all right. So dont get pushy or try to order her around. She has had more of that than she can handle. Do any of you have any questions? Is it true that she has agreed to be our fuck bunny?, came a voice from the back. It was followed immediately by a loud smack and an owe from the same voice and a What part of treat her like family dont you understand? So cool it!, came from another. Karen raised her hands and said loudly, Gentlemen, please. I have agreed to stay with you fine young men for the next year. Im sure well get a chance to get to know each other in ways you only imagined in your wildest fantasies, and some that you never dreamed possible. But right now I and my two knights in shining armor here are tired. Please let us get our rest and then I will come introduce myself to all of you. Thank you all for letting me stay here while I get my feet back on the ground. And please remember that I am in mortal danger if anyone outside of this house finds out I am here. So please keep my presence here secret. I promise that if you do I will make it worth your while. Karen turned and grabbed Darren and Jack by the arms and told them, Lead me to my room please. I want to spend some quality time with my knights. Darren and Jack escorted Karen up the stairs with the dogs following them up. When they opened the door at the end of the second floor hallway, Karen thought she had died and gone to heaven. This is end of Chapter 34. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 62 By Redlegtiger Edited by Guilty Karma and [email protected] [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 62, Nancy called up the stairs to let the girls know that breakfast was ready. Michelle paused telling the story and they scrambled to put on a long T-shirt and helped Sarah down to the kitchen. After eating a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage they helped Sarah into a wheelchair. They then wheeled her down to the cabin. When they entered the cabin Aminda said, Which one of us do you want to play with for therapy this morning? Sarah answered, I want to do you both the first time. Lets put Shelle on this cross thing. Aminda interrupted, Thats a St. Andrews Cross mistress. Sarah looked at her with a flash of anger at being interrupted and continued, St. Andrews Cross then. Next time, dont interrupt me when Im talking. You are supposed to be my slave and slaves dont interrupt their mistresses. Aminda was surprised at the outburst and immediately got on her knees and bowed her head submissively. She assumed the position for asking permission to talk. Michelle took up a position immediately next to Aminda. They waited as Sarah ordered, Now you put Shelle on the cross so I can get my therapy done that you promised me. What do you want Minda? Aminda said, I beg your forgiveness for interrupting you mistress. I just wanted to help. I promise to not interrupt in the future. Please start with me first instead of Shelle. Take your anger out on me and not my Shelle. Sarah smiled at the submissiveness and the willingness of Aminda to sacrifice herself. She said, No, I gave you my order so well do it like I said. Aminda and Michelle got up and Aminda locked Michelle into the cross. When she was done, she wheeled Sarah over to the whip wall and let Sarah choose which item she wanted to use. She chose a deerskin flogger because of how soft the strands felt. Aminda wheeled her back over to Michelle and positioned her to the left, just far enough so she would be in the perfect position to flog her. Aminda stood back and Sarah took a couple of practice swings to get a feel for the flogger. She then began to flog Michelle with all of her strength. To Michelle, it felt like a warm up whipping, a whipping to just get the skin to redden up and get a little tender before the real punishment. But Sarah was putting all of her strength into it. She hadnt gotten back all of her strength yet. Michelle cringed but didnt cry out as she was flogged. After about twenty minutes she did begin to whimper from the fire that was beginning to build in her belly and on her back and ass. She felt as if she would cum if she kept at it long enough. Sarah was oblivious to the excitement building in Michelle. When she hit thirty minutes, she stopped flogging her. Michelle screamed out NOOOoooooo Dont stop. Im so close. Sarah said, Good, thats just the way I want you on the edge. Minda, take her down and bring her to me. Aminda followed her mistresss orders immediately, not wanting to upset her mistress again. She unlocked the cuffs holding Michelles wrists and ankles to the cross and helped her down. When she was done Sarah ordered, Now carry her over here and present her cunt to me. I think she needs a little help and I want to do the honors. Hold her up by her thighs with her back against you and then bring her to me. Straddle my legs so I dont have to lean over too much. Aminda picked up Michelle like Sarah ordered. Michelles sore back was mashed up against Amindas tits and added to the pain she was feeling. The fire was building in her cunt because of it. Aminda pulled her thighs apart and exposed her dripping cunt. She moved into position, straddling Sarahs legs so that Michelles cunt was only about a foot in front of Sarah. Sarah leaned forward and began to suck and lick Michelles cunt. She let out a long, MMmmmm that tastes good and continued to lick, suck and chew on her slaves cunt lips and clit. It wasnt more than a couple of minutes later that Michelle came hard, screaming out, Yes mistress. That feels so good mistress. Thank you for letting me cum mistress. When Michelle finally came down from her cum she said, That was so wonderful mistress. Thank you. I am ready to help you with my Minda. Sarah said, You are very welcome my little slut. Minda, why dont you put her down and lets go over to the area so we can hook you up to the shackles hanging from that support beam. This time Michelle wheeled Sarah over to the area where Aminda would be whipped. Michelle stopped and then went over to the wall to lower the shackles. When they were low enough, she locked Aminda in and then began to lift her up. She lifted her until her toes were just touching the floor. Michelle tied off the rope and then took Sarah back to the wall of whips. Sarah handed the flogger back to Michelle and pointed to the thin cane. Michelle shuddered at the choice. She knew that Aminda was going to be punished much worse than she was. She wheeled Sarah back to Aminda and positioned her to the right of her so that she had good access to her for using her left hand. Sarah looked at Michelle and said, Why are you putting me here Shelle. Im right handed, you know that. Michelle answered and said, Remember that this is therapy mistress. We need to exercise both of your arms. Please use your left arm and build up strength in it. If you do this right, you will be able to use either arm well in the future. Sarah thought about it for a minute and then nodded her head okay. Sarah took a few swings with her left hand to get a feel for the cane. Then she started caning Aminda. It was a weaker swing than with her other hand, but the cane was a harder more unforgiving implement. The welts she left were a bright pink, not the deep red of a typical caning. But the caning went on for 18 minutes before Sarahs arm gave out. Amindas ass was just beginning to turn a good red tone. There were pink stripes up and down her back as well. Sarah paused to get her breath. She said, Move me to the left of her front side. I will finish the rest of her thirty minutes with my right hand on her front. I think I want to add some color to her tits. Michelle moved her into position as ordered. Sarah began to really hit into Mindas tits. It wasnt as bad as times at Clearview but it was painful. When the cane hit her nipples, she screamed out in pain. When it was getting to the end of the thirty minutes, Sarah began to move the cane down Mindas body. Sarah spent the last few minutes, caning right across the front of Mindas pussy mound. This brought out a loud scream from Minda that lasted for the duration of the caning. Aminda began to feel the fire within her spread after the first few minutes on her back. When her mistress began to cane her tits, the pain sent a hot fire straight to her cunt. The pain mixed with pleasure and she began to climb the slope to a good strong cum. As Sarah caned down her front the pain and pleasure increased more and more but she couldnt quite get over the edge. It was when Sarah started caning her on her pussy mound that the pain really fed her pleasure center. It was on the third strike of the cane when she tripped over the edge and began cumming very hard. She screamed out in a combination of pleasure and pain as her mistress continued to cane her. She came for the duration of the caning. She only began to come down from the height of pleasure when the caning stopped. She slumped down in her bindings, barely aware of what was going on around her. Shelle went over to the rope when Sarah was finished caning Aminda and began to slowly lower her down. She lovingly removed the shackles and then went to a cabinet and got down a salve to rub into her love. She put the salve down next to Aminda and then helped Sarah out of the chair and down to a sitting position next to Aminda. Shelle sat down on the other side of her and held the salve out to Mistress Sarah. Sarah took a scoop of salve and began to rub it into Mindas back. Shelle did the same to her front. After about ten minutes of rubbing in the salve, they finished. Minda sat up and hugged Sarah as she sobbed out the last of the pain. It was almost gone now that they had rubbed the salve in. After a few minutes she let go and said, I hope mistress enjoyed herself using her slaves. Thank you for bringing me to a wondrous cum mistress. Sarah said matter of factly, Im horny. Lets go to the cave and play with our guards a bit. And then Shelle can continue telling me the story of your pony training at the Baybee Ranch. I want you to take me in the pony cart. Thats going to be our normal mode of transportation from now on. It makes it easy for me to get around, and it keeps my two slaves in top condition from the exercise. Both Aminda and Michelle scrambled to comply with their mistresss orders. Michelle got the wheelchair while Aminda picked up Sarah and placed her in it. Michelle wheeled her to the stables while Aminda walked beside. As they approached the Barn with the stables, Laura came bounding down to them to say hello. She acted every bit the dog she had become. She followed them to watch in curiosity what they would do. She hadnt had the privilege of having children around to play with for many years, even if they were teenagers. They all went into the barn and up to the stall with the pony girl equipment. Sarah reached into the huge box with the pony girl outfits in them. She picked up the open leather bras they had worn the day before. She called first Aminda and then Michelle over to her and she helped them but the bra on and tightened it down so that their breasts ballooned into softball size orbs. She then helped them into the body harness that had horizontal straps above and below their tits. Then two more strips on their stomachs and one across the top of their pubic mound. There were three vertical straps. Two that went over their shoulders and went down to a ring that hooked to the dildo in their cunts. One that attached to the front and back of their collar and went down between their tits and down to the ring that connected to the dildo. The back was the same way. Where-ever the straps joined, they were connected by a silver ring. There were silver studs that covered the straps. It was a very erotic look. They let Sarah put their pony tail butt plugs in and strap on their mane hoods. She let them help each other put on their boots. The final touch was the dildo that they took in their mouths. Aminda didnt wear the bite bit like she had previously. Sarah knew what she was doing this time so they both used the dildos. When they were outfitted correctly, the two slaves helped Sarah into the cart, put the folded up wheelchair on the hook on the back and they got in front and picked up the cart. Michelle reached down and petted her grandmother and told her, Youll have to stay here grandma. We are going out to our secret hideaway and dont want anyone else there. Well see you when we get back. The girls took off at a canter in perfect pony girl form. They made good time and arrived at the cave in just less than an hour. When they got there they were all out of breath from the long run. Sarah yelled, I want my guard down here now if you could. The other two of you can stay out here. The guard came riding a horse around the draw that led up to the cave. He dismounted and tied up the horse. He soon joined the girls at the cave entrance. Sarah ordered, I want you to release my ponies first and help them out of their outfits so they can enjoy our little secluded pool in the cave. Then you can carry me in and help me scratch an itch of my own. The guard set immediately to doing what Sarah asked. He wasnt about to turn down the opportunity to get his hands on the nubile teen flesh before him. He took his time about doing it and got in quite a few gropes on each girls tits and cunt. He even fucked the dildos in and out a bit before removing them. He did the same with the butt plugs. He could tell that the two girls were enjoying the extra attention. When he finished with them he slapped them on their bare butt and sent them into the cave. He thanked his lucky stars that he had been assigned to the girls. He couldnt ever imagine a better fringe benefit than what he and the other two guards got. He missed out yesterday, but today he would get to enjoy their attention. He turned to Sarah and picked her up. He carried her into the cave entrance to the pool inside the cave. The other two girls were already in the water, cooling down from the long run. When the guard carried Sarah into the cave she asked, Did my dad talk to you guys about our special request of you three? The guard answered, Yes miss. He said that we are to help you in any way you ask. He made sure to let us know that that included if you wanted us to have sex with you. We will help fix the cave up to your specifications as he directed and we will also keep the location secret. We turned off our transponders just before we got to the waterfall. They know that we will come on line immediately if there is a problem. One of us is to ride back to the waterfall path and check in once per hour. I think that will be sufficient to keep them happy. When you are back at the house, we will work on the cave. Ive already ordered a large generator and lights for the cave. The generator will be inside and will be vented up through the roof. We will enclose it so that the sound is muffled. Once we have that done, we can proceed with the rest. I think it best if the six of us sit down and draw up some plans which we can work off of. That will let us know what we need to order. We can do it tonight if you like. Sarah answered, Good. Lets do that. But right now I could use that hard cock youve got there. I need you to put it to work. So help strip me down and then get out of those clothes. Im horny. The security guard stripped Sarah out of her clothes and then stripped himself. You never saw a man strip faster. He was about to fuck a beautiful, rich, fourteen year old girl and he was pretty sure he was going to be her first. When they were both naked, he picked her up and took her to a nice sandy area. He went back out to the horse and took off the saddle and grabbed the saddle blanket. He rushed back into the cave and laid it down next to Sarah. He picked Sarah up and moved her to the blanket and had her lay down on it. He then began to kiss and nibble on her ears and neck. After a few moments he began to French kiss her as he began to stroke her nipples with his fingers. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but he wasnt going to rush things. He wanted to make this perfect for her. In the water, Aminda and Michelle were watching what was going on. They were standing in water that was up to their tits. They had a hand on each others cunt and were playing with each others clit and cunt lips. As the guard started to kiss Sarah, Aminda reached over and pulled Shelles head to her and began to kiss her while they both watched Sarah and the guard. The guard worked his way down, tonguing and kissing down Sarahs neck and on to her tits. He spent an inordinate amount of time licking, nibbling and sucking on both of her tits and nipples. He put his hand down and began to rub his fingers through her pubic hair. That was soon followed by his hand fingering her sweet young cunt and clit. When he started to go down to eat her out she grabbed his head and said, Uhuh. I want your cock in me now. Ive been eaten out enough lately. I want a cock in me NOW. They guard, not one to disobey an order like that moved over Sarah and lined his cock up to her entrance. He slowly lined up the head of his cock with her slick hole and began to move it back and forth across the entrance. The guard soon heard her groan and exclaim, Enough teasing. Fuck me this instant. He slowly sank his cock into her cunt. The first thing he noticed was that Sarah was not a virgin. But he knew that she hadnt had very many. What he didnt know was that he was her second. Her father had been her first, at Karens prompting. He began to slowly fuck Sarah. He didnt want to rush this for himself or for her. Sarah had been excited all morning. His ministrations at the beginning took her to the edge and on the first couple of strokes she squeaked out in ecstasy. He kept on fucking her with slow gentle strokes. That had the effect of pushing Sarahs excitement higher and higher without letting her come down. Each succeeding cum was more and more powerful. She was on the edge of another cum when she felt him start to pump his hot cum into her cunt. It was enough to put her over the edge and she screamed out in glorious ecstasy until she was out of breath and passed out. Aminda and Michelle had been fingering themselves and making out the entire time they watched their mistress getting the fucking she desperately wanted. They had brought each other to the brink and had maintained it. They wanted to time their cum to when Sarah had her most powerful orgasm. They were so connected, that they could tell just when to slow down and let the other recover. When they saw the guard start to get jerky in his motions they knew the time wouldnt be long. They increased their efforts on each others cunts. When Sarah began to scream out and the guard had fucked in and groaned in obvious pleasure. They put each other over the edge and had a nice comfortable cum. As they came, the intense emotions that cascaded through their very being were shared with the other and their mutual orgasm seemed to continue on and on. Their cum wasnt as good and strong as some of their best cums but was among the top ten and definitely the most satisfying. They both had shared emotions with each other for the past couple of years, but this was the first time that they shared the glorious aftermath of cumming with each other. They eventually collapsed into the water away from each other. The coldness of the water covering their faces brought them quickly to awareness. They quickly came out of the water coughing and sputtering. Sarah and her guard had quickly recovered from their cum and when they heard the long moans of pleasure coming from the pool of water, they watched Aminda and Michelle with their arms between them crossed with their hands under the waterline. It was obvious to them that the two were fingering each other through their cums. They watched in amazement as the two seemed to cum endlessly. When they both collapsed into the water, Sarah screamed Help them to no one in particular and the guard got up and began rushing towards the pool. When Aminda and Michelle came shooting out of the water, coughing and sputtering from inhaling water, Sarah and the guard began laughing at them. The guard was laughing more in relief than anything else. The two girls in the water blushed from embarrassment. Sarah finally said to the guard, You know, since we are going to be getting closer with you three guards, why dont you tell us what we should call you guys by. I mean, I dont want to just say Hey guard, I want to fuck. I want to be able to call you by the name you go by. Sarahs guard looked back at her and back at the other two girls that were climbing out of the water. He silently thanked god over and over for being assigned duty to guard the girls. He was going to really enjoy his assignment. When he heard Sarah clear her throat and say, Earth to guard. What are your names that we should call you by. The guard shook himself out of his stupor and looked back at Sarah and answered, You can call me Gar which is a nickname I got from high school. My real name is Garron. Amindas guard goes by Hairy, you all will know why when you see him naked. His real name is George. Finally, Michelles guard goes by Trip but his real name is Tim. He got his nickname on his first assignment because he tripped over a cat and fell into a room holding a priceless artifact that was protected by a laser alarm system. He set it off and brought the entire police department down on the building. The guys started teasing him and calling him trip because of it and it stuck. He laughs about it now, but it was a huge thing then. Sarah said, Well Gar, its been fun but the three of us have some things we want to talk about alone. Would you bring the bag on the pony cart? There is something there that we need. The guard quickly went to the cart that was just at the entrance, and out of site of any stray onlookers should they stumble on the entrance to the cave. He quickly returned with the bag and handed it to Sarah. When he did he said, Give me a call just before you guys want to leave and Ill come get the horse blanket. Ill need to saddle the horse before we head back. The guard turned and left to join the other two guards. When the guard had left, the three girls sat on the blanket. Sarah took the recorder out of the bag and said, Its time to pick up where we were interrupted this morning for breakfast. I think you were both being taken to a punishment arena or something. We were being led out of the barn when I heard a scream coming from a distance to the right. I looked and from about a quarter of a mile away, I saw a naked girl pulling a cart. She wasnt pony stepping or anything. We werent given any time to get a closer look. I soon felt a pain surge through my ass where Fyre had swatted me with the riding crop. We hurried up and crawled a couple of hundred feet to the edge of the punishment arena. The arena was no more than a big hole that had been dug into the ground. It was about 200 feet long and 100 feet wide at the center and there was a huge tree in the middle of the grassy area in the center. It was about fifty feet deep and from the center area it had a level that came up eighteen inches and was two feet deep then up another level the same height and depth until it got to the top where we were overlooking the arena. It was full of students, staff and slaves. At one end was a downward incline so that things could be brought into the arena. The screams were getting closer and I could also hear the girl yelling at the slave whipping her, You are going to pay for this. My mom and dad wont stand for this. Im not supposed to be treated like the slaves here. I know they signed a contract that allowed me to be a normal student. Daddy will bring all sortsaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee. You mother fucker, I said quit it. You cant treat me like this. She kept yelling and screaming like that the whole way to the arena. The slave made her go to the incline and pull the cart into the center of the grassy area at the bottom. She pulled up to Mistress Baybee and finally the whipping stopped. The girl collapsed and cried on the spot. The slave went to the back of the cart and picked up a gold statue and took it to the headmistress. He said, Mistress, we found her in the old storage bunker. Here is your statue that she took. You will also note that she also had the pony cart that you punished Fyre for last month when it disappeared. She was apparently planning on escaping. She had several weeks supplies saved up and enough water for her to make it to town. I would bet that if you hadnt noticed the statue missing, she would have been gone tonight. Mistress Baybee responded angrily, Well we wont have to worry about that anymore now. Come hear you bitch. She reached down and pulled the girl up by her hair. The girl reached up to her head, trying to knock the headmistresss hands away from her hair as she screamed in pain. Mistress Baybee didnt let go until the girl was standing on her feet in front of her. Then she let her hair go and slapped her hard across the face. She held up a sheet of paper in front of the girls eyes and ordered her to read it. I couldnt tell what it said, but it wasnt good because the girl started sobbing uncontrollably. Mistress Baybee explained it to her just to drive the point home saying, Thats right you stupid little cunt. When I showed your parents the security video of you taking my statue and then showed them the estimated value, they washed their hands of you. They had sent you here as a last chance to change your ways and you failed miserably. They told you this was your last chance but you didnt believe them. When they asked me what I wanted in restitution, I told them the only thing I wanted was to be made your permanent guardian. They gladly faxed me the signed document and are currently sitting down with a lawyer and a judge that I arranged for to make it final. You belong to me now and I can do anything I want with you. No more of this spoiled little rich girl routine. You have two options to choose from after your punishment. You will be either a stable slut or a kennel slut. Choose now and that will be your fate. The girl cried as she said, I dont want to do either. I wont choose. Mistress Baybee laughed and said, Fine then. You will alternate between being a kennel slut and a stable slut. Youll start after your punishment. Slaves prepare her to meet her new mates. Two male slaves grabbed her by her arms and forced her over to a bench that I hadnt noticed being brought into the arena. They strapped her onto the bench, dumped a bottle of yellowish liquid over her and then another bottle was emptied in equal parts into her cunt, her ass and then she was forced to drink the last third. When they were done, they left. Mistress Baybee went to an open seat on the first row where the teachers and Mistresses were sitting. After she sat down she ordered, Let the boys loose. Within moments, I heard a deep barking sound getting closer and soon about a dozen of the biggest dogs either Aminda or I had ever seen came tearing down the ramp into the arena. We later found out that they were pure bred Australian Mastiffs. Every one of those dogs was over 200 pounds and they were after one thing. I felt sorry for the poor girl but I also was glad that it was someone else and not Aminda or me. I looked at Aminda and she was turning her head toward me at the same time. I realized then that we were thinking the same thing. I confirmed it with her later too. The dogs rushed up to the girl and the first one there began to lick her cunt. The second one went to her face and began to lick her face and in her mouth. The girl screamed loudly until the dog forced his tongue into her throat. She bit down on the dogs tongue in response. The dog yelped and backed away and growled at her, teeth barred. She refused to open her mouth and the dog began to move closer and closer to her. She turned her head away and the dog barked once, growled deeply and long, then bit her ear, maiming it. The girl screamed in pain and blood flowed down the side of her face. The girl was hysterical now and begging to be let go. She turned her head the other direction but still refused to open her mouth when the dog tried to stick its tongue in her mouth. She was bitten on the other ear this time, maiming it as well. Both of her ears were now just shredded flesh and bleeding profusely. Mistress Baybee finally said calmly, I would open your mouth and suck on his tongue if I were you. Hes trained to go after your sweet little nose next. If you want to keep your face looking halfway presentable, you will submit to my boys. You chose your fate so now you have to live with the consequences of your choices. Im quite sure that you will never steal another item in your life by the time Im done with you. The girl finally gave in and opened her mouth and held it open. The big mastiff was soon extending his tongue down her throat. The girl couldnt move but you could tell that she was sobbing deep full body sobs. The other dogs began to lick her all over her body. All of the dogs cocks began to extend down and harden. The dogs at her ass and head soon mounted her and began trying to sink their cocks into the poor girl. The one at her head was the first to find its mark. The girls eyes popped open wide as the cock was forced deep into her throat. You could see her trying to throw up but the cock plugged her throat completely. Soon after that, the dog at her ass found its mark and the cock went in about a third of the way. The dog moved his hind legs closer to the girl and then humped in hard, ripping through the girls cherry. I could hear the scream from around the cock plugging her throat. Blood was soon trickling down her thighs as the dog began to fuck in machinegun like fashion like only dogs can do. The dogs fucked her to the cheers and taunts of the Dommes in the crowd. You could tell the slaves because they were all surprised at the ferocity of the way the dogs were going at the girl and they knew that they were being made to watch as a warning that it could be them. They were receiving that message loud and clear. They couldnt imagine what the rest of the punishment could be if this was just the beginning. The dog fucking the girls cunt sank his knot in and then began to cum. He howled out his victory over his bitch. The one fucking her throat was still pounding away, smashing his knot into her nose and face over and over. Her nose was bleeding from the punishment. It was obvious to anyone looking that the girl was in pain. Soon the one fucking her mouth began to cum just as the one in her cunt turned ass end to ass end. That was what one of the dogs was waiting for because he was soon on her back straddling the other dog with his hind legs. He began to hump forward until the tip of his cock found her anal rosebud. The cock sank a short way in and the girl screamed. At first the scream was muffled from the cock in her throat. The dog pulled out about half way through the scream and the last couple of sprays of cum hit her in the face. The girl threw up what seemed like gallons of cum. Im sure it wasnt but it was a lot more than I thought was possible. She didnt have time to recover either. Soon another mastiff took his place and again began to fuck her throat. Thats the way it went for the next three hours. It was lunch time when the final dog finished fucking the poor girl. She was in a state of shock by then. All of the fight had left her. The slaves led the dogs out of the arena and back to the kennel. Two slaves pushed a wheeled table into the center of the arena. They locked the wheels into place and then removed the girl from the bench and put her on her back on the table. Mistress Baybee got up and went to the girl strapped to the table. She opened a box that a slave put on the table. In one hand she pulled out an awl. In the other hand she had what I later found out was a four gage ring that was two inches around. She pinched and pulled on the girls left nipple and sucked on it until she was satisfied that it was as big as it would get. Then she put the awl at the edge of the areola and pushed it through to the other side of the areola. The pain was enough to wake the girl out of her stupor and cause her to scream again. The large ring was forced through the piercing and then sealed shut. The procedure was repeated for her right tit. The headmistress then started pinching and playing with the girls clit. She bent her head down and began to suck on it hard, chewing and biting with her teeth. She had the poor girl screaming in pain as she tortured the poor girls clit. Soon she was satisfied and she took the awl and pierced under the clit, taking a quarter of an inch of skin on either side of it. She pushed the large ring through and sealed it shut. Finally she put the awl on the right side of the girls septum in her nose and pushed the awl through. She pushed the fourth ring through and sealed it shut. The girl now had hideously large, steel, four gage, two inch rings in her tits, clit and nose. A slave came up with a tattoo kit and handed it to the headmistress. She proceeded to tattoo above the girls tits and above her pubic hair. Above the girls right tit was the word KENNEL. Above the left tit was the word STABLE. In between the girls tits was the & symbol. Above her pubic area was the word SLUT. When Mistress Baybee was done, she had the slaves put a wooden horse under the tree. The top rail of the horse was cut to a point and had a jagged edge on it. They removed the girl from the table and put her on the horse so that she straddled it. The girls cunt was spread so that the edge hit her internal lips and the weight of her body would be forced onto her newly pierced clit. Small ropes were tied to her new tit rings and thrown over the tree limb about ten feet above her. The slaves pulled the rope until her tits were being pulled upward by the new tit rings. The girl was groaning loudly from the pain. The ropes were tied to the girls wrists which were cuffed behind her. For the next hour we watched as the girl suffered from the abuse her cunt was being forced to take. It was already sore from the dogs fucking her and now this added to the injury. During that hour, a big, deep tank was brought into the arena. Its walls were about twelve feet high. They moved it next to the girl so she could see it as they filled it. I know she was wondering the same thing we were. That was What in the world were they going to do next. At the end of the hour, the girl was released from the wooden horse. The head slave took a twelve food steel rod and pushed it through the tit rings. They put her in the tank and adjusted the tension so that she had to either tread water or let the rings hold her weight. After about twenty minutes of treading water, she wore out. Her entire weight was being held by the two newly pierced tits. She was left in the tank for the remaining three hours of the day. She was removed from the tank and carried out to the kennel. Mistress Baybee announced, Thats all for today. Tomorrow after training, we will start with the second phase of her punishment. Rest assured that she will suffer just as bad or worse tomorrow. She is being taken to the kennels for the night. She will spend the night entertaining our canine friends and will be back for the rest of her punishment tomorrow. We were led back to our stalls. We found our stallions already there. I didnt wait to be ordered. Before I did anything else, I crawled to him and began to play with his cock. When he was hard I began to lick and suck on his cock. When he started cumming I quickly pointed his cock toward the collection container until he quit coming. When I was sure he couldnt come any more I took the container to the place at the end of the aisle between the stables. There was a slave there to take it off of my hands. I passed Aminda coming out of her stall carrying her container as I headed back to mine. The next morning was a repeat of the previous morning. We woke up and were made to exercise, pony stepping in place until we were exhausted. We did hear cheers from the arena coming into the stable from the arena about half way through the pony stepping training. We finished about an hour after the cheering started. When we were led out to the arena, we saw the girl being punished in the center of the arena. She was strapped to a big stand that had support stands to the left and right of her head. There was a big stallion fucking her in the ass at the time. We got there just in time to see the horse cum. You could see the cum shooting out of her ass and shooting back a couple of feet. From the amount of cum on the ground under her and on her, it was apparent that she had entertained several horses already. As that horse was being led off, another was being brought in. This horse was guided into her cunt and he fucked her for several minutes. When that horse was done coming, a smaller pony was brought in and led to her head. She didnt hesitate to open her mouth. It seemed she had learned her lesson. The pony fucked her throat until he came and then it was another horse in the ass. At about ten thirty, slaves came up to the girl and released her from the stand. They first put a ring gag on her and then dragged the girl to a bare area in the arena that I hadnt noticed before. She was staked down in the center of the bare dirt. There was a mound that was about a foot and a half from her cunt. The slaves squirted her with honey on her tits, in her cunt, her ass and on and around her mouth. They then began to kick the hill until it was even with the ground. We were quite a distance from it but I could see the ants beginning to swarm. After my experience with the ants on the dildos, I had some idea of what the girl was going through. But the ants were soon swarming over her and into her wide open cunt and ass. Her tits and mouth were soon covered as well. All she could do was scream in agony. They only let this go on for about thirty minutes. They wanted her to be punished, not killed. At the end of the thirty minutes, two male pony slaves pulled a large wagon containing water down next to the girl. One of the attending slaves got on top of the wagon while another one got a hose attached to it. The slave on the wagon began pumping on a lever that looked like one of those old hand pump rail cars you always see in movies. When he started pumping, water came shooting out of the hose. He started directing the water at the girl and washing the ants off of her. She was red and swollen all over her body from the abuse. After washing the ants off of her he took extra care to ensure they were washed out of her as well. He first stuck the hose in her cunt. The first few moments, the water was red from the ants and the blood from all of the bites. When he stuck it up her ass, the nozzle was big enough to prevent the water from coming out. He kept it there until the girls stomach had swollen and she began to hoarsely scream in agony again. Only then did he remove the nozzle and let the water stream out. It too was red from the ants and blood at first before it ran clear. He repeated the enema another time to ensure she was cleaned out properly. When she was cleaned off, the girl was put back on the stand and the horses were brought back in to fuck her. This time the girl screamed bloody murder from the fire that was going through her. The ants had tenderized he cunt, ass and mouth. You could tell the girl was in misery. I looked over at Mistress Baybee and she was as happy as Ive seen any master or mistress at torturing a slave. I think she was getting off on bringing the poor girl down from her rich bitch status to powerless little slave girl. She had the added motivation of punishing her for stealing that statue too. The girl was fucked for the rest of the morning until after lunch. That was when the final punishment was done. The slaves took a stand and placed it under the limb of the tree next to the tree trunk. There was a heavy, flat metal base that was anchored into the ground by four stakes. Extending up out of the center of the stand was a three inch round metal rod. It came up from the ground about four feet. The top end tapered down to a rounded off point. Once the stand was in place, the rod was unscrewed from the base. The slaves took her over to the tree and made her stand on a pair of cinder blocks set up on the long end. They then tied her arms around the tree, pushing her sorely abused tits into the rough bark. They threw another rope over the big limb and attached each end to one of her nipple rings. There was a chain attached from each of the nipple rings to her clit ring so tightly that if any more tension was put on them, it would start to tear the skin around the ring in her clit. The rope connecting her tit rings to the big branch was just slack enough so that if she jumped off it would go tight about four inches above the ground. Once the girl was tied up to the tree a slave took the three inch diameter rod and placed it on the ground next to the girl. He adjusted the length so that it came up to the girls belly button. He then marked the setting for that height and collapsed the rod down so he could fit the tapered end into the cunt. He pushed the tip of the rod into her cunt and right to her cervix. Once it was butted up against her cervix he extended it out to the marking he set which forced it through her cervix and into her womb. He screwed the rod back onto the base when it wouldnt go in any more. Once everything was in place the cinder blocks were replaced by blocks of ice that had a four by four piece of wood on it. That pulled the rod back to her cervical opening and allowed more slack on the rope connecting her tits to the limb. The slave explained to her what was going to happen. He said, If you step off the ice or lose your balance and fall off, the fall will pull the rings out of your tits and clit. Then we will hammer nails into your tits for grins. We are going to pack ice around the rod at the base as well. As the ice melts the rod will push through your cervix and to the top of your uterus. By the way, if you fall, it will pierce your womb. You should also feel the effects of the ice on the rod too. You could see her eyes go wide in fear when that was explained to her. The slaves finished packing ice around the base of the rod. Then the melting started. In the heat of the Australian outback it didnt take long. By the end of the first hour, at least an inch of the rod had gone through her cervix. The metal rod transferred the cold to her cunt. She began whimpering in pain as the cold started to cause needling splinters of pain in her inner cunt and cervix that you feel before you go numb with cold. At the end of hour two, about three to three and a half had passed through the cervix. She had begged for mercy through the entire time. Finally at the end of the third hour the ice was gone and she was being supported only by the rounded small end of the rod against the top of her uterus and the rings in her cunt and clit. She was whimpering in pain from her situation. She had passed out from the pain but they werent done with her quite yet. Two slaves came up to her and used smelling salts to wake her up. Then they started whipping her with cat-o-nine tales. She screamed as loud as she could, but it came out in a hoarse whisper. They whipped her until her skin turned a deep, dark red color with streaks of blood trickling down her body in numerous places. Finally they quit whipping her and she was taken down. She was allowed to collapse in place and finally allowed to sleep. That was the end of the punishment. We saw the girl numerous times during our time at the ranch. She would spend a night in the kennel one night and be fucked by all of the dogs in the kennel. The next night she would be in the stable and go from stall to stall, fucking all of the horses. That was her life from then on. She would be fucked for hours at night and then she would be awakened in the morning like the rest of us. During the day she would pull a heavy wagon full of hay into the stable by herself. She would leave a clean pile of hay at the entrance of each stall during our exercise routine. Then she would have to pick up the dirty straw with her mouth and put it in the wagon. As you can imagine, that took her most of the morning. That was her daily routine from then on. The next day was Saturday and we were awakened early on in our stalls. We were taken to a large bathroom where we were cleaned inside and out. We were taken out of the bathroom and dried off before the trainers brought us our dressing harnesses that we were measured for. What you see us wear for the pony cart is what they gave us. It was beautiful and we looked stunningly beautiful in them. They fit us perfectly as well. The big difference between the outfit then and now is that the tail had only one growth of hair on it and the hood had none. Once we had our harness on and the dildos in our cunt and ass and our butt plug tail inserted we were ready for the next step. We were taken to a room in the ranch mansion. There we were taken by Fyre who pulled our hands behind our back and then put a leather sleeve on our arms. She laced them up until our arms were completely secured from hand to the elbow. This also caused our tits to be thrust out forward in a present posture. Once our arms were secured, Fyre put a collar on each of us that had a ring on the front. Clamps that had teeth in them were screwed down onto our nipples. I whimpered from the pain but it was nothing compared to the tortures we had been through before. Once they were tightened down, a chain was hung from a hook on the bottom of the clamp. Thats when we finally learned what we would be doing. A tray was brought in and the end closest to our body was hung from our tits while the far end had a long chain attached to it. The long chain was attached to the collar and adjusted so that the tray would stay level with no effort on our part. When they were done, we were made to walk back and forth across the room until we could do it without the tray obviously moving. Then empty glasses were added and we went back and forth again until the glasses didnt move. The empty glasses were replaced by full glasses and we again walked back and forth until we could manage to do it without spilling a drop. The next trick came as a surprise but shouldnt have. We were made to bend over just enough so we could present ourselves to be fucked from the rear without spilling the drinks. We were fucked royally with a dildo until we learned to brace our upper body so that the drinks werent spilled. Once they were satisfied with our performance, we were taken to another room with a bunch of other girls dressed up like we were. It seemed that there was going to be a big party and we were to be the serving girls. That evening, the party started for real. Aminda, myself and two other slaves were selected to serve drinks. We mingled with the guests until one of them would order a drink from us. When I got my order, I went to the bar and picked up the order. Then carefully, I returned to deliver the drinks to the couple that ordered them. It was an hour into the party when I was fucked for the first time. I had just picked up an order from the bar when a man stopped me. He bent me over and proceeded to fuck me without warning. I struggled to keep from spilling a drink. It seemed as if the guy was trying to make me spill the drink. He fucked me harder and faster, being sure to jar my body as much as possible. I was just about to break and spill the drinks when he stopped and I could feel him cumming. One of the serving girls wasnt so lucky. Another guy had forced her to spill the drinks on her tray. After he finished fucking her, he had drug her up onto a stage area and took a flogger off of the wall. He proceeded to flog the poor girl. Apparently that was the whole purpose of the serving girls. The masters or mistresses would fuck us and try to get us to spill the drinks on our trays. If they succeeded, then the slave was taken to the stage and punished in front of the crowd. By the end of the party, I had been whipped once and Aminda managed without a whipping. The other two girls werent so lucky. Each one of them was whipped more times than I could count. At the end of the party, there was a little ceremony. One thing I had noticed throughout the evening was that there was a pair of young women that looked to be in their late teens to early twenties standing on either side of the stage in the present position. They didnt move all night and kept their back completely straight all night. I couldnt figure out how they could stand in that position so long without moving. When Mistress Baybee came up to the stage, dressed in a long leather skirt and bustier, two male slaves came up and released the two pony girls. When they moved away, the two pony girls moved to either side of Mistress Baybee. They still looked like they were still standing artificially straight. Mistress Baybee announced, Let me have your attention everyone. When the murmur of conversation had stopped and all eyes were looking at the stage the headmistress continued, We are celebrating two things tonight. First is the graduation of our two pony girls diamond and ruby. They have passed all parts of their training. As most of you know, diamond is the daughter of Master and Mistress Bainbridge and ruby is the daughter of Master Killman and pony girl fyre. The two have passed their training so successfully that today at the pony races, they each won or placed in an event. Diamond won the dressage competition and came in second in the individual 800 meter sulky race. The winner of the 800 meter sulky race was none other than fyres daughter ruby. She is definitely taking after her mother in that respect. After tonights party both ponies will be allowed to leave with their masters. They are yours to enjoy for the rest of the night. Give them a round of applause. The room erupted in applause. Both girls looked like they were in seventh heaven from the applause and attention they were getting. But they didnt break form. They stood in perfect presentation mode with their hands behind their backs and their tits thrust forward. Their legs were shoulder width apart, exposing their bare pussies. As soon as Mistress Baybee finished her speech, she stepped from the stage. The two masters went up to their pony and immediately made them get on all fours facing each other. They then proceeded to fuck their winning pony in front of the crowd. When they came, they stepped back and invited the next master or mistress up. Mistress Baybee came up to me and said, I hope that next year it will be you up their. I have high hopes for you and headpup. Ive never seen two girls take to pony training like you have. Keep up the good work and you too will be the focus of a party like this. They just won one competition each, but if you win the overall trophy, we will have an all out bash for you along with a little surprise. Now get back to work. I watched as she walked over to Aminda and told her the same thing. When she left her Aminda looked at me and smiled and nodded her head yes. I knew then that we were going for the cup. That became our primary focus for training. We committed ourselves, body and soul to that goal. The party became one big orgy after that. The masters and mistresses continued to fuck the server girls as well as the pony girls. They still tried to get us to spill our drinks. When it started getting late, I was becoming tired so I spilled them several times toward the end. Aminda did much better than I did. She was only whipped maybe three times. I was whipped at least a dozen before the end of the party. I could always feel her love for me when I was being whipped though and I always tried to return the favor when she was up there getting punished. It was early in the morning hours when we were finally taken back to the dressing room and stripped of our trays and clamps. That really hurt worse than anything as the blood flowed back to my nipples. I screamed in pain as did Aminda. We couldnt move our hands up to rub them either. The leather sleeves were the last thing that was taken off. They wanted us to feel the full effect of the clamp removal and didnt want us to rub them when the clamps came off. We were led back to the stables where our trainers met us and helped us out of our pony gear. Only after that were we allowed back in our stalls to go to sleep. Our training continued in the stalls the next morning for the first month. After that we were taken to a track where we were made to pony walk around lap after lap. Whenever one of us failed to step correctly we were whipped with the crop. We were still being trained separately at that time. But we were still tending to step at the same pace when we were going at the same time. Even if we were on different tracks we stepped together at the same pace. This training went on for another month. When we got to the point that it was second nature to us and they werent ever having to punish us they would progress to the next step. First we were trained to trot, then to canter. Each time we would be whipped if we didnt keep our proper pony stepping form. Even when we were cantering as fast as humanly possible, we were forced to keep perfect form. At first the training only took an hour in the morning, then two and finally most of the morning. Then we progressed to training two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon, then three in both. Finally we trained from breakfast to lunch, got an hour break for lunch and then we trained until dinner time. About the middle of the third month we began to practice dressage in the evening. That was where the emphasis was on form and presentation. We were constantly posed in the show positions and punished if we werent in perfect position. To describe a typical day by the end of the third month, we would get up at five a.m. to the sound of the slave girl bringing in new straw. We would wake up and tend to our stallions. We could either suck them off or fuck them. It was entirely left to us but we were encouraged to routinely rotate the technique. After collecting the stallions cum and turning it in as we were instructed, we would take our stallion to the cleaning bay. We would then hose him and us down with water. We would clean the stallion by rubbing him down and then we would soap ourselves up with a special soap. When we were covered in lather we would then use our body to wash the horse down. The soap had special oils in it that made the horses coat shiny and it also made our skin smooth as silk. When we finished cleaning and brushing our stallion down, we would take him to the paddock area where we would give him his feed bag. We would return to the stall and push all of the dirty straw from the day before out to the aisle for the slave girl to pick up. We would then move the clean straw into the stall and spread it around. Only then did we get to eat our breakfast in the stall out of the feed bag. Once we had eaten, we were taken to training. On the way, we were taken to the paddock so that we could relieve ourselves. Afterwards we went to the training track where we were put through our paces for the morning. At lunch time we were taken back to the stalls. We would stop at the paddock and get our horse to take back to the stall. Once there we would take care of our stallion and take the cum to be deposited. We were only allowed to eat after we gave the horse another feed bag of oats. Once finished with lunch it was off to the track for more training. We trained until dinner time. We were taken back to the stall where we took care of our stallion and then ate dinner like we did at lunch. After dinner we were trained in dressage until bedtime. By the end of the day, we were totally exhausted. We still had to take care of our stallion and then take the cum to the area for deposit. Then we could lie down and go to sleep. Neither one of us had any trouble falling asleep while we were at the school. About the middle of August our routine changed dramatically. The first thing I noticed was that when we came in for dinner there was a monitor that had been installed in our stall on the back wall. It was above the stall wall between mine and Amindas stall so that we could both see it. There was a school desk in the front corner of the stall to the right of the stall door as you entered. Aminda told me later that hers was on the left as you entered her stall. They were being careful so we wouldnt figure out a way to talk or otherwise communicate. They would forever wonder how it always seemed that one of us knew what the other was doing. They could never figure it out however. It was our little secret that we never told anybody. The next morning we did the normal wakeup and clean up process. We went out for an hour of training and then back to the stall. When our slave trainer put us in the stall they directed us to the desk where there were books and pad and paper. At nine a.m. the monitor came on. It was a recording of that days classes at Clearview. All of our classes were being recorded and played for us. We had to take good notes so that we could study for our tests. The classes changed each hour just like when we were at the school. We could see the students as they came in the room. It was good to see our classmates as they came in. Angie was the first of our crew that I think realized what the cameras were for. She began to wave at them as she came in. Her roommate Mara, soon began to do the same. It wasnt until the second class of the afternoon that I realized that I hadnt seen Lisa. I think I realized it because that was when Aminda noticed her absence and began to worry. We would never see her for the rest of the school year. That caused us great worry for our entire time in Australia and still does. Classes were over at three in the afternoon because we had class over lunch as we ate out of our feedbag. We were taken out for training then until about eight p.m. which is when we were allowed to finally eat dinner. Our dressage training was shortened then to an hour each evening for fine tuning what we had already learned. It was a month after classes started that we started training together. Michelle stopped telling the tale and got up to stretch. After she did she said, I think that we should stop now and head back. We can continue the story later. Ill go call the guard so he can get his blanket and get ready. Its well past lunch and Im hungry. Aminda and Michelle got into their pony girl outfits and then helped dress Sarah. After they carried her to the pony cart they hooked themselves up and headed back to the mansion.

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 4 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 4, Karens Night of Hell Karen woke up when the trunk was opened. She noticed that they were inside a garage and there were no windows to indicate how long it had been since she left the porn shop or whether it was light or dark outside. In reality, she was only about a half mile from Darrels parents cabin. Lynn knew Darrells parents very well and had met Darrell briefly when they had stayed at the cabin before. As a matter of fact, Darrells parents had participated in a small way in sluts training, but that is another story. She didnt know that the girl she just purchased from the porn shop for a night of fun and games was Darrells wife. As she had done many times before, she called his parents. When the phone was answered she said, Hello Nancy Nancy answered, Hey Lynn, its been a while. Whats up. Lynn said, Joey called and told me he had a new little plaything available for a night of fun. I got her for the night. Do you and John want to come and join in the fun? Nancy answered, Hold on a minute Lynn. Let me ask John. The phone went silent as Nancy put it on mute and yelled, Hey John, come here. John came up from the family room where he had been watching a video of a play session they had with some friends earlier that week. When he walked into the room with Nancy he said, Whats up? Nancy answered, Lynns on the line. She says she has a new little play toy to play with for the night. Apparently Joey found her someone new. Shes invited us up for the night to join in the fun and games. Well have to call in sick to work tomorrow but Im game if you are. John said, Let me speak to her for a minute and see if it will be worth the time off. Nancy handed him the phone and he unmated it saying, Hey Lynn. Whats this I here about you having a new play toy? How old is it and how experienced. Lynn answered immediately and said, Oh, my guess is that she cant be a day over sixteen. My guess is that this afternoons activities at Joeys was her first time doing anything like that. Apparently she just got married and her husband traded her for a lot of stuff from his shop. John said, Sixteen and just married huh. Well be there. I think I know who it is. And if it is, then I definitely want some play time with her. Well see you in about an hour. Darrells parents always enjoyed their time with Lynn. They immediately left for the hour long drive to Lynns cabin. As John was backing out of their driveway he told his wife, Lynn said that her new toy is 16 and newly married. Does that sound like someone we know? Nancy looked over at her husband with a surprised look and a smile on her face. I hope it is. I wasnt expecting Darrell to start doing anything like this so soon. I thought he would at least spend a little time alone with her before he started training her. But it sure sounds as if it might be her. I cant wait to get there. Back in Lynns garage, slut unlocked the chain and helped Karen out of the trunk. Mistress had told slut to take cunt Karen down and get her ready for some fun and games. Slut led Karen to a door and went down a flight of stairs. What Karen saw scared the hell out of her. It looked just like a dungeon with manacles hanging loose from several places on the wall, several from the ceiling and what looked like a nightmare version of a gynecologist exam table that allowed for both ends to be spread out at almost a 90 degree angle. Slut took off the dildo harness, leaving the dildos in place. She removed the cuffs and then ordered Karen to go over and get up on the table. Karen complied and with the help of slut, was soon locked in to the restraints on the table. She spread the bars holding her legs out at about a 60 degree angle. This made it harder for Karen to keep the dildos in her ass and cunt. Slut told her, You better not let the dildos slip out or there will be hell to pay. As it is, you are here for the night and it will be a very unpleasant experience. To increase Karens anxiety, slut told her, Let me tell you I have experienced everything in this room more times than I can count. Ive been whipped, electrically tortured, had piercing torture, forced gang bangs and forced sex with animals. After telling all of this to Karen, she told her, Now do try to get some rest. Its going to be a long night for you. She turned off all of the lights except one and closed the door. Karen looked over at the lighted area and saw that it was a spot light that was focused on a wall of whips, dildos, butt plugs and various other torture devices. To the right of the lit area was a huge flat screen plasma television playing a video of slut hanging from one of the manacles in the ceiling and being flogged and whipped by Lynn and another man and women. She did not immediately notice anything about them because she was focused so much on what was happening to slut. But as time went on she realized that the other man and woman were none other than Darrells parents. She just closed her eyes and sobbed. She wondered how any one could do those kinds of things to other people. She now knew that no matter what her parents had said before, they surely would support her getting a divorce if they knew about this. She had to get away so she could tell them. She thought some more and realized that without proof they would accuse her of making it all up. If she got a chance she would have to get a copy of a video or something so she could show it to them or to the police. Then she realized that these people do this all of the time. They must have people in the police helping them. As her thoughts spiraled from possibility to possibility she became more convinced that there was no hope for her to ever again have anything close to a normal life. About an hour and a half after Karen had been taken down stairs, Darrells parents arrived at Lynns cabin. Slut met them at the door, and as they entered, they each kissed Slut in turn, pinching her nipples as hard as they could and causing her to scream into their mouth as they kissed her. Darrells Dad walked up behind Lynn, who was sitting in a chair watching a television that showed Karen in the room and her reactions to the video. He reached down over her shoulders, leaned down, and grabbed her tits and started squeezing them and whispered in her ear. So, what kind of toy did Joey find for us to play with tonight? Lynn leaned her head back, grabbed him behind the head and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. When she withdrew from the kiss she said, John! Im glad you could make it. Joey really out did himself this time. He found the sweetest little 15 or 16 year old brunette that looked so innocent and so miserable that I just had to have her to play with. Joey said her husband left her with him until tomorrow morning in exchange for some toys he wanted. He told Joey that he could do anything he wanted with her but unfortunately, he said not to do any permanent damage and absolutely dont penetrate the skin. However, he did buy some rings for her tits and clit and allowed me to buy the privilege of doing the honors in front of the husband tomorrow morning. Thats her on the monitor. Shes watching our little session with slut last month. What do you and Nancy think of her? They all watched the monitor for a few minutes and Nancy suddenly noticed that the girl they were watching was Karen. She excitedly squealed and said, John, it is Karen. I only hoped it might be. I didnt really think it would be her. But Darrell must have moved the time table up a bit from what he planned. I didnt think he would introduce her to this kind of stuff for a week or so. Lynn looked at Nancy and asked, Whos Karen. John answered, Shes our new daughter in law. Remember the girl the council discussed last year. Well this is her. Darrell raped her after their senior prom and he got her pregnant. She managed to hide it from her parents for a while but when she turned up pregnant they forced her to marry him. It went just like the reverend said it would. But we didnt expect Darrell to get her started in this kind of stuff so soon. You know this just couldnt be any better John said. Im proud of Darrell for moving things along a lot faster than I thought he would. He looked at Lynn and said, Lets have fun. Have slut go into the room and start whispering in her ear about all the things we are going to do to her. I want her to get really nervous and panicky. That will make our entrance even more dramatic. Oh, and take the gag out so we can here her beg. Lynn looked at slut and told her, Go down to the room and do as Master John said. Karen heard the door open and watched slut come in. She walked straight to her, removed the gag and bent down next to her ear and started whispering in her ear, All of the things that saw on the video are going to be done to you. You will be beaten and whipped. They will fill your belly so full of liquid you will beg for mercy. While slut was whispering in her ear Karens imagination went wild with all of the things she had seen on the video. She thought about all of the whips and other torture devices she saw on the wall, highlighted by the spot light. Just at that time, the video showed slut on the table that Karen was on and two huge Mastiffs coming in to view. They both went to either end of the table as if they were trained, and got up on their hind legs and put their front legs on the table. Karen could see both of their cocks out and they were huge. All the while, slut continued whispering, You see my two best mates are getting ready to fuck my mouth and cunt. Oh, just wait until they get a chance at you. You wont know what hit you. They give me the best orgasms. I bet youll like it too. Just as she finished, the dogs in the video drove their cocks into slut. Karens imagination was running rampant now and she saw in her minds eye that they led the dogs up to rape her and that while they were fucking her vaginally and orally that they started skinning her alive. She started mumbling, Nono nono. Karen just started shaking her head and repeating NO, NO, NO louder. Then she said, Please help me. I dont want to do this. Please have mercy and let me go. You dont have to let them do this to me. John, Nancy and Lynn had been waiting outside the door and were listening for Karen to start begging. That was their cue to come in they decided. Just as Karen started begging John, Nancy and Lynn walked into the room. John said, Dont look for any help from slut, Karen. Lynns daughter has been trained from birth to be the perfect little sex slave. You see, her name really is slut. Lynn named her that at birth because she knew that thats what she would be called her entire life any way. She will literally do anything that Lynn or any of us tell her without hesitation. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear. Shell even kill if we order her to. What do you think of that? Karen looked at them with fear in her eyes. She asked, Why are you doing this to me? John looked at her and said, Because we can Karen. You see, weve had our eyes on you for a while. Youre the smartest girl your age. Who wouldnt want those genes in their family. Thats why Darrell asked you to the prom. He told us the whole story. How you refused to put out for him. How he took you to the old deserted logging road and raped you. How he threatened you not to tell anyone as you were getting out of the car. We congratulated him and decided that we would play along with the story that your parents already believed and have Darrell marry you. You are to be not only his wife and mother to his children, but his first sex slave as well. Hes off to a pretty good start in training you isnt he Karen? Karen started bawling uncontrollably and just shaking her head no continuously. John looked at Lynn and Nancy and said, Shall we get started. Slut started turning a crank and the table Karen was strapped to, lifted off its base. They flipped it end to end and Karen was hanging upside down. This caused her perky tits to hang down a little bit more than they did before. Nancy and Lynn each took a tit and started wrapping them each very tightly at the base of the tit until they bulged and formed two very round and red orbs about the size of a large orange. All the while, Karen was crying and moaning in more and more pain as they very tightly bound her breasts. When they had secured the bindings, they connected the rope to a heavy iron ring. John turned her back over so that she was on her back and took a heavy rope with a hook on it and connected it to the iron ring. Slut lowered the table back down to the base and Karen felt it lock into place. Slut walked over to another crank and started turning it. Karen felt the tension on her as the roped pulled her up by the tits. The problem for Karen was that she was bound to the table by her arms and legs and as the rope pulled tighter her tits were pulled tighter and tighter, the bindings bit more and more into her tits, cutting off the circulation and causing them to turn purple. Eventually her tits were stretched so much that she screamed hysterically and continually from the pain. That is when slut stopped turning the crank. The next thing that Karen knew, Lynn and Nancy were on either side of her tits and John was in between her legs and staring at the dildos in her pussy and ass. He looked at Nancy and Lynn and asked them if he should leave them in or take them out as they worked. They both agreed that it would be much more painful if they were left in because the skin would be that much tighter. They each took a bowl filled with clothes pins and started attaching them. Lynn and Nancy each started at the base of Karens tits on either side and pinched the skin enough to attach a clothes pin, eliciting a scream of pain from Karen. They continued spacing the pins about an inch apart and put them in a spiral until just the nipple was exposed. For her nipple they each took an alligator clip and attached one to each tit at exactly the same time causing Karen to scream even louder. This whole process took about an hour. John, who was watching the whole process got so excited that he stripped naked, yanked the dildo out of her cunt and started fucking Karen as she screamed. After a good cum, he slammed the dildo back in, and picked up his bowl of clothes pins. He started at the bottom of the inner labia pinched out some skin and attached the clothes pin. Because it was already stretched from the dildo, this made it that much more painful and Karen screamed even louder. John looked up at Nancy and said, Dear, would you please silence our dear daughter in law with your cunt. Nancy immediately leaned down and whispered in Karens ear, I know you probably have never thought of licking another girls cunt dear. But you had better lick and eat me out good and make me cum before John is through or you will know what real pain is. She then moved over and straddled Karens head, which was at just the right height, and ordered, Now get busy. John continued attaching the clothes pins on first the inner lips and then the outer lips, saving the clit for last. Karen tried to eat Nancy as best she could but each new pin brought too much pain. Her screams however were really stimulating Nancys clit and she was getting close. Karen tried to chew and nip gently at Nancys clit. Just as she did, John attached his alligator clip to her clit and gave it an extra squeeze for effect. This caused Karen to accidentally bite Nancys clit, which sent her into an extremely powerful orgasm. Nancy collapsed, mashing her cunt into Karens mouth and practically smothering her. Karen was having a hard time breathing and started shaking and struggling. She screamed into Nancys cunt to try and get her to move. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Nancy got up and said, That was one of the best cums Ive had in a long time. I think Im going to like having you as my daughter in law. As she said this Nancy grabbed the alligator clips attached to her nipples and squeezed and wiggled them back and forth eliciting another scream from Karen. Lynn looked over at slut who was fingering herself while she was watching the proceedings and said. Slut, you just earned yourself a paddling, you know you are supposed to ask permission to play with yourself dont you? Slut looked at Lynn sorrowfully and answered, Yes mistress. Lynn then ordered slut to come over to Karen and take the dildos out and put her hands and arms in to replace them and bend over. She also told slut that she would get 25 swats with an additional 10 swats added for each clothes pin she knocked off. Slut immediately went over and removed the dildos and began by putting three fingers of her right hand in Karens ass, rapidly fucking them in and out. She added a fourth and repeated the process a few times. Finally, she tucked her thumb under and crammed her hand in as hard and as quick as she could. Once her hand was in her ass, she made a fist as she knew that was what was expected and began slamming her fist in and out. She stopped when she had gotten her arm in halfway up to the elbow. Karen of course, screamed in pain during the whole process. Slut repeated the process with her left hand and inserted it into her cunt halfway to the elbow. Unfortunately she knocked three clothes pins off in the process. This meant that she would be getting 55 swats with the paddle. Lynn had gone over to the wall with all of the whips and other gear on it and picked up a cane that was about four feet long and 1 and a half inches in diameter. One end was solid and the other end was split several times. Lynn grabbed hold of the solid end and came up to slut and held the cane in front of her face. Slut, without any prompting, kissed the splayed end of the cane and asked, Mistress, will you please spank this sluts worthless ass for being such a bad and disobedient slave. After slut said this, Lynn asked John, Why dont you go in front of Karen and gag her with your beautiful cock. Nancy, disengage the table from the base and lower it out of the way. Nancy had to lower the table a little to align it to the lever of Johns cock which put even more strain on Karens bound purple tits. When she was done lowering the base she went and stood next to Karen and grabbed her by her nipple clamps. Lynn ordered, Squeeze the clamps in time with the caning of slut. Push her back toward slut and drive her fists in harder and deeper. Lynn then ordered Karen, Keep count of the 55 strokes and say, Thank you Mistress Lynn for punishing sluts worthless ass. For every time you screw up, I will start over again and start from the beginning. Afterwards, slut will be given 10 minutes for every extra swat she received because of your stupid mistakes. She will get to do as she wishes with you. John had moved up in front of Karen and sank his 10 inch cock down Karens throat while Lynn took a few practice swings in the air. There was an eerie silence, then the sound of a swish and a sudden crack and scream from both Karen and slut. Slut had several thin stripes on her ass cheeks with a few drops of blood showing where the split ends of the cane had pinched and cut her. Nancy had tight hold of the alligator clamps on Karens tits and in time with the crack of the cane had yanked her hard toward slut, which effectively rammed the two fists farther up Karens cunt and ass causing her extreme pain from both orifices and from the clamps biting into her tits. Karen screamed so hard in pain that she forgot to count when Johns cock was pulled out and then again pushed into her throat. Lynn told Karen, You forgot to count cunt, so that one didnt count. The next strike on slut was a bit lower as Lynn wanted to spread the damage as much as possible. Nancy pushed Karen by the tit clamps toward slut again in perfect time with the strike of the cane as if she had done this many times, which in fact she had. Karen was just barely able to count out, One thank you Mistress Lynn for punishing sluts worthless ass. before Johns cock gagged her. Then came the third and fourth strikes with the cane and Karen counted as she was told. Then on the fifth one, Nancy squeezed harder on the clamps and pushed Karen harder onto sluts fists. The fist in her cunt battered her cervix hard but could go no further. However, the one in her ass went in almost to the elbow and it seemed as if something had torn inside. Karen screamed so hard and long that she didnt get the count out before John sank his cock back down her throat. Lynn went up to Karen and spoke into her ear, Karen, you know that slut gets 10 minutes with you for every extra stroke you cause her. I must tell you that she is even more vicious and cruel than I am. She will definitely want to get you back for all of the pain youve caused her. You really dont want to miss counting any more. Now well start over again. Karen thought that she had died and gone to hell she was in such pain. It was hard for her to concentrate on anything. She thought that no one could withstand this kind of punishment. Why oh why hadnt she listened to her mom and dad and not gone to the prom. She wouldnt be in this position if she would have listened to them. Lynn went back behind slut and took a swing. Karen, fighting through the constant pain with every fiber of her being, managed to count correctly. This time they got into a good rhythm and Karen was able to keep the count, but only through extreme determination and concentration. John knew he could last through the whole thing without coming, but he wanted to come down her throat on the last strike, so for the last 10 strokes, he started masturbating while his cock was out of Karens sweet throat. He timed it perfectly so that just as Karen finished thanking Mistress Lynn for the 55th swat, he crammed his 10 cock to the hilt down her throat and started coming. He had timed it so well that Karen hadnt had a chance to get a breath before he had blocked her airway and she started immediately struggling in panic for breath. She passed out, just as John withdrew his cock. They quickly revived her by breaking an ammonia vial under her nose. John looked into Karens eyes and with a big grin of satisfaction as he saw the fear and torment in them said, That was fun wasnt it Karen? not really expecting her to answer. Lynn told slut, Since Karen caused you to get six extra swats, you can remove all of the clips and bindings from her and then you get her for an hour. Your time will start when the last pin is removed. Lynn knew that slut would exact as much pain as she could in the process of removing the clothes pins. John, Nancy and Lynn then retired to her lounge and they sat and had some drinks watching slut and Karen on the television monitor. As the Master and Mistresses left, slut reconnected the table and base with out raising it, leaving the tension on Karens tits. She started removing the clothes pins on her left tit one at a time. To remove the pin, she would grab it at the end pinching the tit and squeeze hard while twisting a pulling the pin off. This caused Karen to scream and struggle to move her tits out of sluts hands, which in turn, caused the bindings on her tits to pull that much tighter. This was repeated pin after pin until all of the clothes pins on her tits were removed. Next she went to work on Karens cunt. She put tight rubber bands on the pins just above where they pinched the skin. She took some fishing line from one of the drawers and threaded it through each of the clothes pins attached to her vaginal lips and yanked it hard. This pulled all of the pins off at the same time. Karen felt like her cunt lips were on fire. Slut went back to Karens tits and twisted the alligator clamps. She opened and closed them repeatedly up and down her nipple before she removed them. She did the same thing with her clit. She leaned down and whispered in Karens ear, Your nipples and clits are now in perfect condition when you get your rings. After removing the clamps, slut finally went to release the rope binding Karens tits. She did this without raising the table, so as she untied and unwound the left tit. Not only did the rush of blood into that tit cause excruciating pain, but the fact that the other tit now supported her full body weight caused the binding on her right tit to tighten and cause even more pain. Finally, slut removed the final binding on her right tit, accompanied by a scream of excruciating pain from Karen. Slut closed the angle of Karens arms so that her arms were stretched up parallel to each other above her head. She disconnected the table cuffs and attached padded cuffs to her wrists that had chains on them with a hook at the end. She took the hook that had held Karens tit bindings to it and connected the chains to her wrist cuffs to it. She raised Karen up to about a 45 degree angle by her arms and then removed her ankle cuffs. She finished raising Karen up and lowered the table and base so that the table was flush with the floor leaving Karen dangling so that her toes barely touched the ground. She got an adjustable spreader bar and attached it to Karens ankles, spreading it out until her legs were at about a 60 degree angle. Slut went to a drawer and took out a round metal container that could hold two quarts and had six wires with alligator clips on the end attached evenly around the top. She also took out a urethral catheter. She went back to Karen and attached three clips to the inner cunt lips on each side of her vagina. The two quart container now hung from the lips of her cunt. Slut went and got an electrical control box with three long wires on it. She attached the alligator clips to Karens nipples and clit and then tested the electronic control by quickly turning the knob to its middle setting and back off. This caused Karen a jolt of shear pain and she stiffened up. Slut told Karen, That was only set at 5, but it can go up to 10 so you had better be a good girl. Slut took the catheter and began inserting it into Karens urethra none too gently, trying to cause as much pain as possible without doing any damage. Once in all of the way the catheter began draining Karens bladder into the container attached to her cunt lips. She took a four liter bottle of water laced with a diuretic with a cap on it that had a long tube coming through it. She threaded the end of the tube through a 6 dildo with a hole through the middle and took the contraption over to Karen. She attached the bottle of water upside down to the hook on the rope holding Karens hands up and inserted the dildo into her mouth until it was completely in. She unclipped the hose and water started going into Karens throat. Karen was initially very grateful, as she had nothing to drink but piss since she had left the cabin that morning. After swallowing about a liter though, she was full and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, the dildo went past the point where she had any control so she had no choice but to continue swallowing the water. Slut then got a bowl and squatted over it and pissed in it. She slowly poured the piss into the container hanging from Karens cunt. She looked at the water bottle and noticed that it was only about half empty and went over to the controller and turned it on for 10 seconds. She could hear a muffled scream from Karen and smiled to herself. She was definitely enjoying this. She rarely got the chance to be like Mistress and she really liked it. She told Karen, You had better drink the rest of the water or in two minutes I will set the setting up a notch and turn it on for 20 seconds. Karen immediately began swallowing more often to try and force more water down her throat. Karen then knelt in front of the video camera and bowed her head. After a few moments, Mistress Lynn turned on a mike and asked, Yes slut, do you want something. Slut answered, If mistress would forgive her worthless slut for wasting mistress time. Slut would like for all her masters and mistresses to fill cunt Karens container with their piss to speed up the process please. John, Nancy and Lynn each came down. John pissed directly into the container which was now about a third full. Nancy and Lynn pissed into the same bowl that slut had. Slut took the bowl and slowly poured the contents into the container. The container was starting to get heavy and pulled the alligator clips down, causing them to bite harder into Karens cunt lips. The catheter in Karen was now dripping pretty continuously, filling the container more and more. Slut looked and noticed that there was still about a liter of water left and in the water bottle and it wasnt going down at all. Karens stomach was hurting terribly because she was so full and had quit swallowing. Slut went to the controller and turned the setting to seven and held it down for 20 seconds. Karens body went rigid and slut could hear a muffled scream. She also noticed that a stream of urine flowed out of the catheter while the current was on. After the 20 seconds was over, slut told Karen, Finish the water now or I will set it at 10 for 30 seconds. Karen began swallowing again trying to force more water into her stomach. While Karen was trying to swallow the water, slut went to another drawer and took out a gallon bag with a two inch diameter hose coming down from it that was about 6 feet long and with a 3 inch diameter dildo at the other end. It had a two inch hole through the length of it. Both ends of the hose had valves that allowed the tube to be opened and closed. When slut brought the contraption over to Karen, she noticed that she had finished the water bottle. She patted Karen on the ass and told her she was a good cunt. Slut ensured that the valve behind the 3 inch dildo was closed, dipped the dildo into the container of piss for lubrication and pushed the dildo into Karens ass. It went in fairly easily since Karen had a 3 inch wide dildo most of the afternoon. She disconnected the gallon bag from the hose and just let the hose hang from Karens ass. Slut removed the water bottle and dildo that was in her mouth and took them over and placed them in a sink. She got another dildo with a 2 inch wide hole through its length and a smaller hole that the catheter would fit through. It was only about two inches long and 3 inches thick. It had a harness that allowed it to be strapped on to seal the dildo in so nothing could get out. Slut went back to Karen and dipped the dildo into the container of piss and then stuck it down her throat. She took the end of the catheter that was draining into the bucket and attached it to the small hole in the dildo down her throat. She grabbed the container of piss and pulled the alligator clips off without opening them in order to cause the most pain. She never got tired of listening to that muffled scream. She took the container of piss and took it to the sink and poured it into the gallon enema bag. She filled it the rest of the way up with water. She took it and hung it on the hook holding Karens hands above her head and attached it back to the hose. She opened the valves at both ends to allow the diluted piss enema to flow into her. This whole process took about 30 minutes, so she still had about 30 remaining to torture cunt Karen. It took about 10 minutes for the enema to empty into Karens bowels. She really looked like she was pregnant now. She was also having severe cramps that were causing her extreme pain in her abdominal area. When the bag was empty, slut closed the valve at the dildo end. She closed the valve on the bag and took it to the sink and cleaned it and the other equipment and put them away. She went back to Karen and took the loose end of the two inch enema hose and attached it to the dildo in her mouth. She looked at the clock and noticed she only had 10 minutes left. She reached down and opened the valve at the dildo in Karens ass and immediately a mixture of piss and shit began to flow rapidly through the tube, through the dildo in her mouth and into the back of her mouth. So now Karens ass and bladder were draining into her mouth and she was forced to swallow it down. Slut retrieved cunt Karens four inch wide dildo and slammed it into Karens cunt as hard as she could. When it stopped, it still had a couple of inches left outside her cunt. She slammed it with the heel of her hand several times until it was all the way in. She then knelt in front of Mistress Lynn and waited until she was acknowledged. She asked, Mistress, this humble worthless slut begs that cunt Karen remain this way until she has received her piercings and is returned to her husband. Mistress Lynn looked at John and Nancy and said, Now that is a novel idea. I didnt know my slut was this talented. I think she should stay like this without any clothes on until we turn her over to Darrell. That includes having her ride in the car like that. My car wont work as its windows are tinted, but yours would be perfect. That way we can ensure maximum exposure. What do you think? John and Karen looked at each other and nodded to each other. John looked at Lynn and agreed. He then asked, You said that you purchased the rights to pierce Karens nipples and clit with rings. Would you allow us to do her tits and you do the clit? Lynn agreed. Lynn looked at her watch and told John and Nancy, Its now 8:40 and we need to get going. Slut, I want you to take Karen down and attach a collar and leash. Then bring her here. Dont forget to bring her ass dildo. In about five minutes, slut was leading a waddling Karen into the room. Karen was totally exhausted from her ordeal as she hadnt got a bit of sleep all night. They led her to John and Nancys car and made her get in the back seat. She tried to lie down so as to rest and hide herself from public view. John pulled her back into a sitting position and attached the seat belts and warned, If you know whats good for you, then you will stay sitting up or else. Lynn slipped in beside Karen on the right and put her shoulder around her so her hand was on her breast and started pinching and twisting it. Slut got in on the left of her. They then started the drive to Joeys Exotic Videos and Supplies Store. They arrived with about 5 minutes to spare. They noticed that both Joeys and Darrells car were in the parking lot. When they walked in, Darrell exclaimed, Mom, Dad, what are you doing here. John answered, Lynn called us and told us she had a new toy to play with for the night and that she was so cute and adorable that we just had to come. So we did. Imagine our surprise when we found out that our little pain toy was none other than your dear little wife. We had some fun with her and decided to wrap her up for you. When John finished, slut led Karen in to the store and Darrells jaw just about dropped to the floor at the way Karen was trussed up with the tubes going from her ass and piss hole to her mouth. It was a definite stroke of genius and was about as sickening and humiliating as you could get. He also noticed that the nipple and clit rings werent in yet. He looked at Joey and said, I thought you were going to put the rings in for me. Joey told him, I thought that you would like to watch and specifically ordered them to wait so you could be present when it happened. Joey then asked Lynn, Are you ready to do the deed. Lynn told him, We three agreed that Ill do her clit after John and Nancy do her nipples. They made Karen sit in a specially designed chair that allowed them to strap her in and spread her legs wide. Nancy reached to the equipment tray which was set up for them and picked up the piercing needle. She put the tip of the needle against her hand and felt that it was extremely sharp. She looked at Joey and asked, This is too sharp. It wont cause much pain. Dont you have any duller ones that would be more painful to use? Joey reached to the drawer in the counter behind the cash register and pulled out a needle that was a little bit rusty and that had a slightly bent tip. When he brought it to Nancy, she told him excitedly, Its perfect. Nancy immediately grabbed Karens nipple that was very swollen from her nights activities, and pushed it against the nipple. It took a lot of pressure, but it finally pierced the skin. Everyone could hear Karens muffled scream from the pain. Nancy kept pushing and twisting the needle to cause the maximum amount of pain as she pushed the needle through the nipple on her left tit. Once the needle was through, she took the gold ring and threaded it through the hole in her nipple. She twisted it around so that the gap was opposite of the nipple and squeezed it shut. She took the blow torch, lit it and immediately started soldering the gap in the gold ring closed. Once the ring was soldered closed and was at its hottest, Nancy turned the ring so that the red hot soldered section was inside her nipple. Karens scream of pain was so loud that it sounded as if she wasnt even gagged. John repeated the same procedure with her other tit and finally Lynn did her clit. When Lynn turned the red hot soldered side of the ring into Karens clit, Karens ass bounced up and down on the chair trying to get away. When they were all done, Karen was passed out in the chair and all of the rings had been attached. They left her bound in the chair to rest and stood around the counter talking. John told Darrell, Im proud of you son. I cant believe how quickly you have established control over Karen. I told Karen the truth about what we did and didnt know about her pregnancy and she now knows that her future is to be your sex slave. I would like you to bring Karen to the house Saturday evening for a little coming out reception. Darrell started to protest telling his dad, But I was going to have a party with the football team and the cheerleaders that we can trust. Karen is going to be the center of attention. They started discussing schedules and found that Darrells party would be from noon until dinner. They decided that that gave the kids plenty of fun time with Karen and that would leave plenty of time to prepare for the adults to take over at 8:00 pm. End of Part 4 Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions.

Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 28 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 28, Pregnancy and Birth The end of Krystals and her friends cherry popping party also marked the end of Karen/doggysluts slave training. She had demonstrated that she was a truly submissive and obedient slave who would do anything that her master or mistress asked of her. She not only willingly obeyed her masters but also sought out opportunities to provide her masters the kinds of things she knew they would enjoy. Karens persona at this point was so suppressed that any thought of escaping her situation had been abandoned. Doggyslut thrived on the pain and abuse as long as her masters were happy. Krystal and her friends became very proficient at ensnaring young victims from their school. They carefully selected their targets and researched them and their family life with the assistance of Sheriff Rob, Matt and Darrell. They enjoyed their week at Martas and learned the art of training slaves. Each of them got permission from their parents for a pet dog which Marta gladly gave them in payment for providing her with eenie and meenie as doggy trainers. She gave them each a German shepherd puppy and helped each girl train them to love human females. They of course used eenie and meenie to train the dogs. Eenie and meenie both received their own canine master. They had to sleep with and take care of all of the dogs that lived in the kennels needs. Both of their canine masters were trained in the same manner as doggysluts Prince. At least once a month, Krystal and her friends had a slave initiation party for the new slave or slaves that they had acquired and blackmailed into submission as they did eenie and meenie. They used Darrells home as a meeting place after school and could be found playing with their new fucktoys in the dungeon. Doggyslut was also frequently used and abused in the dungeon as well. Doggyslut truly loved to take care of her canine master Prince. Most nights after Darrell had finished with her, she voluntarily went back to Princes kennel to sleep. Initially Darrell invited her to sleep in bed with him but after a few days she asked permission to sleep in the kennel with Master Prince as that is where doggyslut belonged. Karen/doggysluts pregnancy progressed normally until the Saturday following the thanksgiving holiday. Darrell had her shackled to the torture cross in the dungeon and was torturing her tits with needles after having just fucked her cunt. She had been screaming through a ball gag from the pain the needles caused when all of a sudden she had a severe cramp in her stomach. She immediately knew that something was wrong but couldnt say anything because she was gagged. Darrell was just getting ready to put another needle through her tit when he noticed a couple of drops of blood trailing down her thighs. He recognized that something wasnt right so took the gag of doggyslut. It was Karens persona that spoke up however and said, The baby. Somethings wrong with the baby. Darrell immediately removed the needles and removed doggyslut from the cross and took her up to his bed. He ordered, Doggyslut, you are not to get out of that bed for any reason until I get a doctor here to examine you. I am going to go call now so hopefully it wont be too long. Darrell left the room and called his dad and told him about the situation. They soon had the groups gynecologist at the house with all of the necessary equipment to test her and make sure things were all right. It was determined that doggyslut had almost miscarried the baby. He placed her on bed rest for the remaining two months of the pregnancy. Doggyslut of course couldnt stand the thought of being bedridden. She wanted to make sure that Princes needs were taken care of. Darrell however forbade her to even contemplate getting out of the bed. She was able to convince Darrell that she really needed someone there to help her if she needed it and that whoever it was would also have to take care of Prince. Darrell talked Krystal and Marta into letting eenie live at his house to take care of both doggysluts and Princes every need. This included all house hold duties such as meals and cleaning, taking care of Prince in any way and catering to doggysluts every need including toilet duties such as drinking her piss and eating her shit from the source so doggyslut didnt have to get out of bed. The doggyslut persona wasnt able to maintain dominance without the daily pain from the torture and abuse that had driven her since she emerged. She needed that continued pain and suffering to keep her strong and in control. The concern for the unborn baby and the near miscarriage gave Karens persona a boost yet the Karen persona couldnt gain dominance either. During the two months time, the two personas battled each other for dominance and began to fully reintegrate. The combined personality that emerged toward the end of the pregnancy incorporated the best of both personas. The new Karen/doggyslut knew and understood where she had come from and how she came to be a sex slave and knew that she someday wanted to be able to pursue her dreams of a college education. She also knew that she craved the depraved sex and physical abuse that turned her into such a compliant slave. As doggysluts personas finally reintegrated she came to the decision that she would escape some day like Mistress Martines grandmother had. The submissive side that doggyslut provided to her persona would still allow her to fully enjoy and participate in all of the depraved acts that her master would ask of her and she would do so. But it was no longer a driving need for the new merged Karen/doggyslut. She would remain the perfect slave until the perfect opportunity presented itself to allow her to escape and pursue her dreams. Most importantly, with all of the time she had, she reflected on the betrayal of her parents and how they so callously threw her to the wolves without even considering her side of the story. The more she thought about it, the more she grew to hate her parents. She ultimately decided that if the opportunity arose, she would seek the destruction and ruin of her parents. Though she now accepted who and what she was, she could not ever forgive their betrayal of her, their one and only daughter. And then to have them willingly take in two kids that had participated in her downfall as their own. It was just too much to bear. Fortunately Karen/doggysluts pregnancy progressed normally until her designated due date which was January 27th. She was taken to a special birthing center that was built specifically for the group. Though Karen hadnt started labor, Dr. Rob, Karens OBGYN and Darrell all mutually decided that they would induce labor if she didnt have the baby by the 27th of January. On the 27th of January, a team of emergency medical technicians came to Darrells house and loaded doggyslut on a gurney and transported her to the brand new birthing center in an ambulance as a precaution. Once at the special center, she was wheeled in to the delivery chamber and prepared for delivery. The birthing chamber looked like a miniature arena with an oval tiled floor that was about fifteen feet by twenty feet. There were multiple pulleys hanging from the ceiling with white nylon ropes hanging down and tied off at the only wall in the arena next to the entrance. There were also a couple of hoses hanging down as well, with clear plastic funnels on the end. Surrounding the arena were ten rows of seats going all of the way around with a total seating capacity of about 300 people. The seats were already beginning to fill up as doggyslut was wheeled in. The first thing they did to doggyslut was to take a quarter inch white nylon rope and wrap her tits until they were puffy blue balls. They also put a twelve inch long dildo gag with air holes down her throat and buckled it on to her head. Next she was given a series of enemas to clean her out and then given a gallon enema laced with the drug oxytocin to induce labor and cause contractions. They sprayed an oxytocin mixture into her nostrils to help with the let down of milk into her tits followed by a shot of prolactin to increase the production of milk. They plugged her ass with a large butt plug to hold the enema in when they removed the enema hose and then began the final preparations. Shackles were placed on doggysluts wrists, ankles, above her knees and on her upper thighs. Ropes were tied around her chest just above and below her tits. Her ass and lower back was placed in a wide leather sling to support her lower body. Ropes were attached to the shackles, chest bands and the sling. She was lifted up until she was at the right height for Dr. Rob to deliver the baby without having to lean over. The two funnel like contraptions on the hoses were placed over her bound tits. They had to squeeze her tits a bit for them to fully fit in the clear plastic funnels but it was obvious that there would be a tight seal around her tits. Ropes were attached to the shackles on her wrists and pulled so that her arms were stretched above her head and out at a forty five degree angle. The ropes attached to the shackles on her ankles, knees and thighs were looped over pulleys at an angle so that when they were pulled up, her legs were spread out wide with her knees bent as if she were lying on a delivery table with stirrups on it. Finally they placed a container just below her cunt to catch any fluids coming from doggyslut. She was now ready for things to begin. While doggyslut was being prepared, the birthing arena had been filling and there were now over two hundred men and women in attendance. Dr. Rob and Darrell came in leading Prince by a leash. Two additional female slave assistants came in behind them and took up positions on either side of doggyslut. Both of them had floggers in their hands. Once they were in position Dr. Rob stepped forward and announced, Welcome masters and mistresses to the first birthing in our new birthing chamber. The birthing ceremony you are about to enjoy will follow the description as outlined in the old logs of the Coch Organization that Mistress Martine found in the library. We have added a few modern touches but for all intents and purposes it is the same procedure. In the future, it is the desire of the council that all slaves give birth in the birthing center following this same procedure if at all possible. So welcome to Darrells and doggysluts birthing celebration. This is definitely a time for celebration as another Dom or sub will be born. The ceremony will begin when doggyslut has her first contraction and will continue through the night as outlined in the original records of our founder. We ask that you remain in your seats until after the presentation of the baby and the placenta to her two masters. After that I am sure that Darrell would be happy to have you come and view the baby and join their celebration. It was only a few minutes after the announcement that doggyslut felt a contraction began. She moaned from the pain and it was obvious from the way her body stiffened that something was going on even though there was no sound due to the large dildo in her throat. That was the sign the two female slaves with floggers had been waiting for. They began taking turns lightly whipping doggysluts stomach in an alternating rhythm. The whipping was so light that at this point that it didnt cause too much pain but the contact on doggysluts pregnant belly caused her to flinch each time. There was also a hum that could be heard starting up in the background. Doggysluts tits began to expand up the clear plastic funnels from the hard suction. The suction was set to alternate from tit to tit as well. When one was being sucked in, the other was being allowed to relax. The slaves flogging doggyslut quickly picked up the rhythm of the vacuum sucking alternately on her tits. Doggyslut began to feel the effects of the enema in two ways. The large amount of the enema caused cramps and severe pain in her stomach and the oxytocin in it increased the severity of her labor contractions and the frequency of them. Every time she had a contraction, her body would tense up and she would scream through the dildo gag but no sound would come out because the dildo covered her vocal chords. It was obvious from her face though that she was in pain with each one. The sensation from the floggers initially was just a nuisance. As time went on, even though they werent hitting her hard, the pain started becoming more and more severe. They had been going for about an hour when they stopped flogging her. When the flogging stopped, Dr. Rob came up and stuck his fingers in her cunt to feel the cervix and determine how far along she was. When he stepped back he announced loudly, Three. The two slaves that had been lightly flogging doggyslut stepped back to doggyslut and when she had her next contraction they picked up the rhythm of the pumps again and flogged her again in the same manner but just a bit harder. The pain felt a lot more severe to doggyslut because the previous hour of flogging had tenderized and reddened her skin. Doggyslut moaned and groaned silently in pain from the increasing strength of the contractions. The time between them had shortened from just over ten minutes to almost eight minutes. In addition, her intestines were cramping up more frequently as well. Adding the pain of the constant flogging on top of that and doggyslut was writhing in pain which just aggravated the cramping. After about twenty five minutes doggyslut experienced an extremely severe contraction. The floggers quit and stepped back. Dr. Rob moved in and stuck his fingers in to feel her cervix again. When he stepped back he yelled out Five. When doggyslut had her next contraction the two slaves stepped up and began flogging her again only harder. The suction on her tits was also increased. Doggysluts contractions were now coming about five minutes apart and were so severe that every muscle in her body tensed. After about fifteen minutes, doggyslut experienced a severe spasm in her bloated, enema filled intestines combined with her most severe contraction yet. Doggyslut was completely rigid for the duration of the contraction and as soon as it was gone the two slaves flogging her stopped and stepped back. Dr. Rob stepped up and examined doggysluts cervix again and was obviously pleased with the progress. He stepped back and announced Nine. He looked back at Darrell and asked, Do you want to go ahead and break her water or wait for it to happen naturally. It will be quicker but more severe if we do it for her. It will also allow you to be ready to collect the amniotic fluid easier. Darrell nodded his head in agreement and stepped up behind Dr. Rob and bent down to pick up the pan to collect the fluid. When he stood back up with it in his hand he stood to the side of Dr. Rob and held it directly under doggysluts cunt. Dr. Rob picked up a short sharp pointed rod. He lined the sharp point up with his index finger and held it there. When he got into position and saw that Darrell was ready, he started forcing his fist into doggysluts cunt finger first. At about the same time he was forcing his fist into her cunt she had another massive contraction which caused her cunt to clamp down hard on his hand. Dr. Rob told Darrell, Start stimulating her clit and bring her to orgasm. Time it with the next contraction. He looked up at the slaves standing on either side of doggyslut and ordered, When you see me nod my head, start flogging her hard until she delivers the baby. Dont stop until I tell you. Darrell reached up with his free hand and started pinching and twisting and rubbing doggysluts clit. Dr. Rob twisted his hand back and forth as well to stimulate her. She hadnt had an orgasm in two months and it didnt take much stimulation to bring doggyslut to the edge. Dr. Rob saw that she was close and said, Back off just a bit and keep her on edge until her next contraction then push her over. Thats when Ill break her water and labor will kick into high gear. He found her cervix with his index finger and worked the tip of the pointed rod to his finger tip. Dr. Rob noticed that doggysluts breathing was beginning to change and said to Darrell and the slaves Get ready, shes about to have another contraction. A few short moments later doggyslut had an extremely strong contraction and Dr. Rob yelled NOW. Darrell pinched doggysluts clit hard. For doggyslut, the pain of the contraction and the pain/pleasure from her clit was all she needed to push her over the edge into an orgasm, but when the two floggers came down on her stomach at the same time, harder than ever, it was all of the stimulation she needed to push her into the most massive orgasm she ever had. When the contraction and orgasm were at their peak, Dr. Rob pushed the pointed end of the rod against the placental sack and ruptured it. A clear viscous fluid gushed out of doggysluts cunt and into the container that Darrell held. When it was obvious that they had gotten it all Darrell took the container, poured the contents into a glass and set it on a small table. He then went and stood behind Dr. Rob and watched. Dr. Rob had stepped back after breaking doggysluts water and went and checked her tits. The balls of her tits had expanded and almost totally filled the funnels. There was a clear fluid coming out of them now. Dr. Rob announced, Her colostrum is flowing now. It wont be long before she will be producing milk. A cheer and applause went up at the announcement. Doggysluts contractions were now about a minute apart or less. Dr. Rob came up to Darrell and quietly said, It shouldnt be much longer. With her contractions this close, it could be any time. Are you ready to do your part? Darrell answered Yes of course. After about five minutes, doggysluts contractions were coming on almost continually. Dr. Rob looked over at Darrell and said, Its time. Take your position. Darrell moved to doggysluts head and as he pet her like the doggy bitch she was, he unbuckled the straps holding the dildo gag in her mouth and removed it. When the gag finally came out doggyslut was in the middle of a severe contraction and intestinal cramp. She let out a hideous scream of agony which brought a cheer from the crowd. Darrell quickly replaced the dildo with his rampantly erect cock. As soon as his cock entered her throat, he got a look of ecstasy on his face as the vibrations of her screams massaged his cock. Doggyslut tried over and over to grab Darrell so she could suck him properly but her shackled arms wouldnt let her. Darrell was taking it easy at this point and doggyslut was frustrated that he wasnt going to fuck her throat like she really wanted. Finally when Darrell pulled his cock out for a moment she gasped out Master? Darrell asked, What is it my slut? Doggyslut answered with a gasp as a contraction was starting again, May I have my hands free so I can service you better please master? Darrell got the attention of one of the guards standing at the entrance door and waved him over. Once the guard was there, Darrell leaned to him and whispered in his ear, Please release the sluts arms. The guard did as he was instructed and as soon as her arms were free; doggyslut grabbed Darrell by the hips and started pulling his cock into her throat hard. It had been an excruciating two months for her. After having been totally immersed in sex and abuse for the better part of seven months, it was something she had come to crave. While she was on imposed bed rest the last two months she could hardly stand it. She had begged and pleaded with her master to let her fuck and suck him. Darrell didnt want to risk the baby so he adamantly refused her requests and ordered her to stay in the bed. He wouldnt even let her masturbate and after all of her training, she did not disobey. So when he finally stuck his cock in her throat, she wanted to suck him with everything she had and she just couldnt do it with her arms and hands shackled. That is why she asked her master to let her hands free. Doggyslut used all of her skill to rapidly bring Darrell to the brink of orgasm. When he felt he was close he pulled out. It wasnt time yet for him to cum. He wanted it to be at just the right time. He knew Dr. Rob would signal him when he could cum. He looked down at doggyslut and said, Now, now slut. I know your eager to drink my cum but its not time yet. Unless you want me to shackle your hands again, you may suck my cock but dont make me cum until I tell you and then I dont want you to swallow it. Just hold it in your mouth until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand cunt? Doggyslut took her mouth off of her masters cock and gasped out a Yes master. Five minutes later after about the fourth contraction, Dr. Rob said, Doggyslut, you are almost ready. I know that you are going to want to push on this next contraction, but dont. Ill tell you when. Its important that you dont push. I need to get the baby positioned correctly. The contraction started and doggyslut did her best to not push. She wanted to push with every fiber of her being. The pain in her stomach was considerable and she almost clenched her teeth until she remembered her masters cock was there. Every muscle of her body stiffened and she was wondering if it would ever end. Finally the contraction ended and the whipping stopped. It was as if everything was over, but doggyslut knew that it wasnt because the baby hadnt been born yet. Then she heard Dr. Rob say, Alright everyone, when the next contraction starts it will be time. Doggyslut, you will need to push as hard as you can on the next contraction. Darrell spoke to doggyslut next and ordered, Slut, you are almost there. When you feel your next contraction, you are to suck my cum from my cock as I ordered while you push my baby out of your cunt. Be warned that you are going to feel pain like youve never felt before. Your challenge will be to suck out my cum and hold it in your mouth when all you want to do is scream. I know that you can do it though. You have been my perfect doggyslut. Doggyslut heard what Darrell said and wondered if she could do all she had to do. She felt a sense of pride wash over her at him calling her his perfect doggyslut and they gave her the confidence to do what was needed. Soon she felt a contraction start that was harder than anything she had experienced yet. She had the incredible urge to push as if she were taking a shit. All of a sudden she heard PUSH NOW, being yelled by Dr. Rob. Then all at the same time she felt a sudden pain covering her entire stomach from the two other slaves hitting her with the floggers as hard as they could and the dildo plugging her ass was yanked out and dropped to the floor. She pushed as hard as she could and every muscle in her body was focused at that moment in forcing the baby out of her. The liquid enema sprayed out of her ass with a great deal of force. The added effect of expelling the enema added to the severity and length of the contraction. Darrell quickly realized that doggyslut wasnt sucking and he started yelling Suck doggyslut, suck. He waited a few seconds and she still didnt suck. He could tell all of her concentration was on pushing and dealing with the cramps and the pain. He pulled his hand back and swung his open palm and slapped doggyslut across the cheek yelling, Suck doggyslut. Doggyslut felt the blow and momentarily lost her concentration. She heard Darrells Suck doggyslut followed by Dr. Robs Keep pushing slut. Dont stop now. She took a deep breath around Darrells cock and all at once she pushed and swallowed his cock completely. She concentrated on both tasks and the vibrations of her moans of pain and her swallowing muscles massaging his cock quickly brought Darrell to the brink. She felt his cock swell and remembering her masters order not to swallow his cum pulled back and left just the head of his cock in her mouth. She started twirling her tongue under the head on the most sensitive part as she heard Dr. Rob order, Relax and push one more time with the next contraction. Darrell pulled his almost cumming cock out of her mouth and just said, Not quite yet slut. Its almost time, so when I tell you, you must make me cum. Doggyslut took a few deep breaths and when she felt the next contraction start a few moments later, she took a huge breath, opened her mouth and pushed as hard as she could. Darrell stuck his cock in her mouth and she quickly locked her lips around it and continued sucking and twirling her tongue under the head of his cock. She felt the flogging begin again. The pain was so much that she could hardly stand it. Finally she heard Dr. Rob saying, Keep pushing slut. The heads already out and the shoulders are starting to show. Take a deep breath and push one more time. Doggyslut did as she was told and momentarily relaxed and took a deep breath and pushed again while she sucked hard on Darrells cock again. She hadnt finished sucking once before she felt her masters cum flooding her mouth. It also felt as if the weight that had been with her for the last 9 months was suddenly removed from her stomach. It took her a moment to realize that she had given birth to a baby. The problem was, she didnt hear any crying. She started wondering if something was wrong. Why couldnt she hear the baby crying? All of a sudden doggyslut noticed a bottle half full of liquid in front of her. She heard Darrell saying, Spit the cum in the bottle of your tit milk slut. Doggyslut did as she was ordered and immediately asked in desperation, Whats wrong with the baby, why dont I hear her crying? Darrell let out a short whistle as doggyslut was asking him about the baby. He answered her as Prince came up to him, Dont worry about the baby right now. She is being taken care of. You arent done with your ordeal yet. You still need to deliver the placenta. While you are doing that, you will suck your master as you sucked me. Dont let him come until Dr. Rob tells you to. When he does cum, you will hold it in your mouth until I hold the bottle in front of you to spit it into. Doggyslut was breathing in short gasps after the effort of the delivery. She managed to gasp out, Yes master. She no sooner got the words out than she heard Darrell order, Suck Prince. Prince leapt up onto doggyslut. His paws were on her chest just above her breasts. Once he was up, he worked his hind legs closer to doggyslut. She bent her head back and opened her mouth and tried to capture princes cock in it. It was quite comical with Princes cock bobbing around as he danced his legs closer and closer to doggyslut. His cock was stiff in excitement that he was going to be sucked off by his bitch. It bobbed up and down and side to side. Doggyslut finally brought her left hand up to grab hold of Princes back above his tail and her right hand grabbed his cock and held it steady as she finally pulled it to her mouth and sucked the entire length into her throat. Prince began to hump her throat as she sucked. While all of this was going on, Dr. Rob was working with the baby. There was nothing seriously wrong with her but her airways were clogged with mucus. After a few moments of aspiration, cleaning out her nostrils and throat, the baby finally took her first breath. Then a loud high pitched cry could be heard throughout the arena as the baby was wrapped up in warm blankets and placed in a hospital cradle. A nurse was beside the baby at all times making sure that everything was all right. Dr. Rob went over to doggyslut and began pushing down on doggysluts stomach starting at the top and working his way down. He was trying to speed up the delivery of the placenta. It was just as doggyslut was taking her first suck of Princes cock that she heard the baby cry. She smiled and relaxed now that she knew that the baby was all right. She soon felt someone pushing down against her stomach all of the way around. This went on for a few minutes before she felt another contraction begin. It took about ten minutes of massaging and contractions before the placenta began to appear at her cunt. Dr. Rob said, Push on the next contraction slut and you should be done. You need to make Prince cum then. Doggyslut knew that Prince was close and when she heard Dr. Rob say that, she started concentrating on bringing him to the precipice without making him cum. As soon as she felt the contraction start she began pushing and redoubled her efforts on Princes cock. She heard Dr. Rob say, Take a deep breath and push again and that should be it. Its almost all of the way out. Doggyslut obeyed instantly and just as she pushed down to force the last of the placenta out, Prince came in her mouth. She kept as much as she could in her mouth but the quantity was so large that she had to swallow some. She wasnt about to let any leak out and go to waste. As soon as Prince got down, Darrell was there with the bottle that she had spit in before. All he said was, Spit. Doggyslut complied and spit all of the remaining dog cum into the jar with Darrells cum and her tit milk. He then took the bottle over to the little tray that held the container of amnionic fluid. He picked up a bottle nipple and screwed it onto the bottle. He shook up the three fluids to make one contiguous liquid. He took the bottle over to the baby and the nurses picked her up and gave her to him. He cradled the baby in his arms and put the nipple up to her lips. He cooed to her and said, Thats the way girl. You drink up that precious liquid from your mommy and her masters. Its good for you. You need to drink all that you can my little one. As he was saying this he walked over to doggyslut with the baby. When he got to her head he knelt down so that the baby was at her eye level and said, Here is your daughter doggyslut. You have done well today. I have decided that her name will be Adrian Michelle Mitchell for the records. We will give her her slave name when she comes of age. I would let you have her and hold her, but your night has just begun. We have to finish the ceremony and then you need to entertain the guests that watched your little show today. Now give your daughter a kiss and I will take her back to the nurse. Doggyslut lifted her head up and kissed her daughters cheek. A tear of happiness came from her eye as she did. The baby was so beautiful and she looked so healthy. As Darrell started to take the baby away doggyslut said, Thank you for allowing doggyslut to have your baby master. Shes beautiful. Darrell chuckled as he thought back to how all of this started. He answered, That she is my slut; that she is. He continued with the baby to the nurse by the cradle. As he was giving her the baby he saw Dr. Rob at the table with a sharp knife cutting up the placenta into small pieces. When he was sure that the baby was wrapped up he looked at the nurse and reminded her, Make sure she is at my side at the right time or the ceremony will be ruined. This is the first time this has been done and I dont want anything to go wrong. All other slave births will be trying to copy this one so there can be no mistakes. The nurse just answered, Yes master. Darrell went over to Dr. Rob who was just finishing up. He asked, Well doc, so far so good. Is everything ready for the final part of the ceremony? Dr. Rob assured him that it was and they wheeled the tray table over by doggysluts head. Dr. Rob then left and went to the baby to check how she was doing. Darrell looked up and around the entire arena before he spoke. When he was finally facing the direction of the organizations board of directors he announced, Mistress Tyree and Master and Mistress Mitchell, will you please join me and doggyslut to partake in the final celebration of the birth of my child. When they had joined Darrell next to doggyslut, Darrell picked up the small glass holding the amnionic fluid that he had captured when doggysluts water broke. He lifted the fluid up so that all could see it. He announced, Masters and mistresses, this is the fluid that surrounded, cushioned and protected the baby as it grew inside slave doggyslut. Those of us here, along with doggyslut will take a drink of this fluid to demonstrate our commitment to protect and nourish the baby until she has come of age to be initiated as a slave into the Coch Organization. With that said he took a drink of the fluid. It was obvious from the look on his face that it didnt taste very good but he swallowed it down and handed the glass to Mistress Tyree. She took a mouthful and swallowed it. She then passed the glass to John Mitchell who did the same and passed it to his wife. Nancy Mitchell took the glass, drank a mouthful and then put it up to doggysluts lips. She ordered her to drink it up and tilted the glass up to drain the remaining fluid into doggysluts mouth. Doggyslut swallowed all of it as she was ordered. Doggyslut was confused when she heard Mistress Tyrees name called. She wondered what she had to do with taking care of Michelle. Her master had explained that only close family members would be participating in this part of the ceremony. At least she knew that what ever her involvement, she had sworn to protect and take care of her baby. After doggyslut had finished the last of the fluid, Nancy took the empty glass and placed it on the tray. Darrell was there and picked up the small bowl that contained the small bits of the sliced up placenta. He and his mother returned to the small group next to doggyslut and he held the bowl up for all to see. As he did he announced, This is the sack that fed our baby nutrients while it grew inside doggysluts belly. Everyone that participates in the ceremony tonight must take a piece and eat it. By doing so, you take on the commitment that you will do all in your power to protect this child as if it were your own. In exchange for that commitment, you will be among the first to partake of her charms when she is of age and goes through her initiation ceremony. Darrell took a piece of the placenta and put it in his mouth. He quickly chewed it up and swallowed. He presented the bowl to Mistress Tyree then his parents and then to doggyslut. Each took a piece of placenta and placed it in her mouth. Doggyslut really didnt want to, but her training wouldnt allow her to refuse. After all of them had swallowed their piece, Darrell watched as John went to doggysluts ass end. He walked up between her spread legs. He reached up and picked up a tube of lubricant that Dr. Rob had placed on doggysluts stomach. After he smeared the lubricant on his cock, he dipped down and brought his cock up and after feeling for and finding her asshole, he quickly stuffed his cock up in it. While he was doing this, Mistress Tyree moved up to doggysluts head. She walked up to her and placed her cunt over sluts mouth. Nancy took a step up and grabbed doggysluts arm. She pulled it out and placed her hand on her cunt. Doggyslut immediately began to finger Nancys cunt and clit. Darrell turned around as the group was taking positions at doggysluts holes. The nurse was right there with the baby as she was supposed to be. He picked up the baby and held her above her head and did a full 360 degree turn as he announced, I present to you, my, Master Princes and doggysluts baby. Her name is Adrian Michelle Mitchell. She will be known as Michelle by all who love and care for her. I ask you now, Do you accept Adrian Michelle Mitchell as a full fledged member of the Coch Organization by birthright as a child of a master and his slave? The crowd yelled out in a loud cheer of HEREHERE Once the audience had responded, John started fucking doggysluts ass in earnest. Darrell finished with a final announcement, All of you are invited to partake in the ceremony. The only requirement is that her cunt is off limits for tonight. It has seen enough action and I dont want my slave damaged. All of her other holes are available for your enjoyment tonight. If you are not willing to take a piece of placenta and eat it then you are not allowed to pleasure yourself with doggyslut. She is well worth it I swear to you. Thank you for coming tonight and sharing in our joy. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Darrell turned and went to the table where Dr. Rob had sliced up the placenta. There he saw the umbilical cord and a small portion of the placenta and he picked them up. He whistled once and Prince came bounding up to him. Darrell kneeled down and opened his hand holding the cord and placental remains palm up. Prince sniffed it and then licked it. He finally took it and ate it. Darrell went over and sat down in an easy chair next to where the baby was. The nurse handed him the baby and the bottle. He sat there holding the baby and feeding it the bottle of colostrum with his and Princes cum mixed with it. He watched as first his parents and then about half of the audience in the arena came up and took a piece of placenta and ate it. They then fucked one of her two remaining holes. This went on for about three hours before everyone was done. Finally the last of the audience that wanted to, finished fucking doggysluts ass. Just after he finished, Darrell got up and placed the baby back in the cradle and went over to the bowl. There were only a few pieces of the placenta left. He whistled for Prince and placed the bowl down on the ground for him. As he stood up he saw Marta entering the arena with two puppies in her arms. As she approached, the two slaves that flogged doggyslut turned off the milking pumps and began removing them from doggysluts tits. Dr. Rob came up and injected each of doggysluts tits with another shot of a hormonal mix to speed up her production of milk. As he stepped away, Marta placed the puppies on doggyslut and guided them to her nipples. They immediately started sucking on her tits to feed. Marta then took doggysluts hand and placed one on each puppy. She ordered, Hold your new babies to your tits and feed them. These are Master Princes babies and you are expected to feed and care for them as if they were your own. Darrell stepped up beside Marta and said, They will be the only ones to feed directly from your tits other than when I occasionally indulge myself of your sweet nectar. You will be expected to milk your tits and fill a bottle with your milk to feed Michelle. Each bottle of milk that you feed her will have either my cum, Princes cum or the cum from both of us mixed in with it. You will never feed her a bottle that doesnt contain our cum. I also expect that you will push the bottle up your cunt to warm it to the right temperature for feeding. That should take just a few minutes. You will only feed the baby with the bottle stuffed up your cunt. That way the smell and taste of a females secretions will be natural to her as will the taste of male human and dog cum. Do you understand slut. Doggyslut was stunned at what her master had just ordered her to do. How could they do that to her? Why couldnt she breast feed her own baby? She was confused at the order and responded, Master I understand what you told me to do. But why cant I feed my baby normally? Darrell responded, Doggyslut, you will not question me on why I want something to be a certain way. You know that. You have done such a wonderful job today and given me a wonderful and vibrant daughter. You will raise her as I say and as a reward to you, I will grant you one wish that does not involve me giving you your freedom or changing how I raise Michelle. I want you to think about it so dont answer now. Give it a little time and when you think the time is right then ask. No matter what happens or how long the time, I promise that I will grant your wish. I think it is time now to go home. I will leave you in the good hands of Dr. Rob. He has a room for you to stay in. He will bring in Michelle so that you have a chance to bond with her tonight. I will be back by later in the morning to pick you up. Doggyslut first had a sad look on her face as Darrell explained that he would not listen to any challenge to his desires for how to raise their daughter. She immediately brightened up when she heard him grant her a wish. She initially started to ask for her freedom but that thought was dashed almost before it grew. Finally when Darrell finished speaking, all she could say was, Thank you master for my wonderful daughter. I will do my best to take care of her and Princes babies as well. And thank you master for granting me a wish. I will think about it very hard. I want it to really mean something when I ask for it so it may take a while. Is there any time limit on the gift? Darrell answered, No doggyslut, there is no time limit. You can ask for your gift tomorrow, in a week, a month or a year and I will still grant it. You have done well now, so lean back and rest until Dr. Rob can get you free of your restraints. By the way, your birthing ceremony went perfectly. You set a standard that will be hard to beat. I am proud of you my little slave. Get a good nights rest now. He turned and began to walk out saying to Dr. Rob, Good night doctor. Shes all yours for the rest of the night. Ill be by sometime late tomorrow morning to pick them both up. With that, Darrell left the arena with Prince and the doctor and nurse wheeled a gurney over to doggyslut and lined it up under her. They then took the next ten minutes to disconnect doggyslut from all of the straps and lower her down to the gurney. When she was down they rolled her to a room in the facility specially designed for the new mother slaves and their babies. Doggyslut was taken straight to the bathroom and the nurse ran hot water in the large whirlpool tub. The nurse stripped down and got in with doggyslut and washed her clean. She gently cleaned and massaged every part of doggyslut and paid particular attention to her tits and clit. She brought doggyslut to a good relaxing orgasm and then got out. She helped doggyslut out of the tub, dried her off and led her to the bed. She tucked her in and then she brought Michelle to her. Doggyslut held Michelle and stared into her little eyes and cooed to her and stroked her with the love that is unique to new mothers everywhere. Doggyslut sighed and at that moment in time, all was right with the world. Perfection was in her arms and she was looking her in the eyes. This is end of Chapter 28. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. 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Karen and Michelle's Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 33 By Redlegtiger [email protected] My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 33, Laura and Lisa begin their new lives Doggyslut watched as the change came over her mother and realized that she had finally come to realize what she had done. She was broken and ready now to be trained to become the trainingbitch that they had planned her to be. Doggyslut was done and she had just shy of an hour left. Just enough time to finish the transformation. She turned and ordered two of the slaves. Please go and get two doggy conversion kits from the storage area. Doggyslut had heard what the reverend told her mother. Inside she was furious that they had been planning her demise for years. She was satisfied now that her mother and father had been made to see what they had done. But what she heard from the reverend made her resolve to escape that much stronger. She would bide her time and in the meantime she would be the perfect slave for Darrell and the other masters and mistresses. When the time was right she would make her break. She didnt know how or when, but she knew she would recognize the opportunity when it presented itself. Doggyslut took a deep breath and turned to Darrell and Joe and asked, We are almost ready to finish the final conversion of doggybitch and trainingbitch to their new lives. I would like Master Joe to participate in doggybitchs conversion to help cement her role and subjugation to Mistress Nika. Master Darrell, I would be honored to have you participate if it is your desire. You have given me more than I expected to ever receive from you. For that I will always be grateful. Darrell turned and said, Joe, please help your daughter finish your wifes transition. I think you are going to love your new family pet. As for helping you doggyslut, I am getting all of the pleasure that I need from watching you put your mother through her paces. You may continue without my help if you desire. I know how much it means to you. Doggyslut bowed her head and said, Thank you master. Will you be joining us on the trip to Martas then? Darrell answered, Oh yes, I wouldnt miss that for the world. I doubt that it will be near as good as the video of your day at Martas but it should be fun to be there in person. By the way, you will be able to watch everything that has happened here any time you want because everything is on video. Doggyslut sighed and said, Thank you master. May I go and finish preparing everything for the final hour? Darrell told her to go and she and Nika went to get doggybitch. What they found was Prince curled up in the corner with his head bent down. But instead of licking his cock as he normally would be doing in that position, he was licking the side of doggybitchs face as she licked his cock just like a dog would to clean it. It was obvious that it had recently been fucking a cunt because it was streaked with cum. Both doggyslut and Nika were amazed at the loving way that Lisa was treating the cock. It looked as if she had fallen in love with the thing. Nika was the first to break the silence by saying, Stand doggybitch. It is time for you to make your final choices for the direction your life is to take. First I will lay down the rules that I expect you to live by. You will obey all of these rules without exception. Any violation will be reason enough to terminate our arrangement. You will have a ninety day grace period where we will train you. During that time you will be harshly punished for any violation. The rules will be: 1. You will live like a dog twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. 2. As a dog you will not wear any clothing from this day forward. 3. You will relieve yourself outside as dogs do and you will not leave the all fours position to do so. 4. You will clean yourself with your tongue afterwards. If you are not limber enough to use your tongue directly then you will use your hand and lick it clean. 5. You will eat and drink from dog bowls without using your hands. 6. When a human comes in the area you will excitedly approach them panting as if you are happy to see them. 7. You will stick your nose into the crotch of any person in your presence as do most dogs. If it is a woman, you will stick your head under her dress and press your nose into her cunt. If she isnt wearing panties you will lick her. 8. If a person starts petting you, you will turn over on your back and expose your belly to them to rub. 9. If a strange dog comes to the yard you will welcome it by going up to it on all fours and sniffing and licking its butt. 10. Any male dog that comes in to the yard you will do everything you can to get it to fuck you. You are never to deny any dog or human for that matter the privilege of fucking you. 11. You will obey all commands given to you by myself, Jasmin, or dad. 12. You will obey the commands of anyone that we tell you to. 13. You will never be without the collar that will be given to you as we leave. 14. The only other human contact that you will have besides the family will be to be bred. You will give birth to human babies but they will be adopted out to members of the organization to be raised as a slave or a master. You will be given puppies to raise as your own in their place. 15. You will relieve your owners and masters, both human and canine of their piss and shit. This includes your puppies that you will have the responsibility of raising and training to relieve them selves in a slave. We may add some rules in the future but for now that is what is required of you. Do you accept these rules to live by? Doggybitch sat back on her heels with a smile of contentment on her face. She didnt hesitate and said, Yes mistress. Nika continued, Very good pet. I see you are taking to your new role in life well. Now we come to the final decision you have to make. As you know a dog can only communicate with a bark, a growl, a howl and a wag of the tail. When we give you the ability to bark, growl and howl, do you want to retain your ability to speak or do you want to become in every way possible a dog. Be careful of your answer because it is irrevocable. The only reason I am giving you this choice is because you have behaved wonderfully today. I will be content either way but if you want to become a dog in every way then I would recommend no half measures. Doggybitch didnt even hesitate when she answered, I want to be a doggy in every way. I cant be a good doggy if I know deep down that I can speak up to beg you for mercy or to let me return to normalcy. No I want to only be able to communicate like a dog, so take away my ability to speak in any other way permanently. Nika said one final thing, I will give you this one opportunity to speak before we put the dildo in to start the conversion. Would you like to say anything? Doggybitch answered, I am sorry that I treated you and your sister so badly. You both deserved better. I will try to make it up to you by showing my love for you as your pet. Please tell your father that I really do love him. I ask that he forgive me for how I treated him. As his pet I am available to him in any way he desires. I will never refuse him anything ever again. I hope that if I am to have more babies that at least some of them be ours. I would love to have a son. Please tell your mother Karen, that I forgive her and love her. I understand now how deep her betrayal of you was. She also betrayed me in a way, though she doesnt realize it, and my life has been a miserable hell because of it. Please tell her that I am happy now. She looked back at Nika and said, I am ready. Nika stepped up and ordered, Open your mouth and swallow as you feel the head touch the back of your throat. You will feel some pain and discomfort as the device does its work. You will be able to breathe so dont panic. You will have to have this on for at least the next three hours. She turned the controls on to the bark only setting and said, Now lets go out and finish the transformation. Nika and doggyslut turned to leave the masters quarters. Doggybitch got down on all fours and crawled out after them. They went to the open area outside the mirror to the room and there were two tables with an assortment of equipment. Nika stopped at one cart and doggyslut the other. The only difference was that Nikas had barber shears on it. Nika said to doggybitch, I have decided that I dont want to remove your hair totally. I will keep it short in all areas but above your ears. That way you will look as if you have real doggy ears. She proceeded to cut her mothers hair and leaving it about a half inch long. She left an oval of hair above each ear and tied it up to simulate dog ears. The first thing that Nika picked up was an attachment that covered her face. It extended her nose out to make it look a little more dog like. She picked up a piercing gun and used it to pierce each ear a total of four times. Studs were pushed through the mask at the appropriate places and then through the new piercings to hold the mask on her face permanently. Doggybitch had tears in her eyes from the pain of the piercings but did nothing to try and resist. The pain was a necessary part of the transition. Next Nika picked up two leather gloves that had a paw print base on the outside, a padded interior with a bar across at just the right place to curl the fingers around. Nika ordered, Reach in the glove and grab the metal bar. Doggybitch complied and gripped it tightly. Nika closed the leather sleeve of the glove and started lacing it up tightly starting at the base and going up to the wrist where the sleeve ended. The laces were made of a fine leather chord that she tied together at the ends when they were completely laced up. When the first glove was finished and the second one was laced into place, doggybitch looked at her now gloved hand. She noticed that she would now leave behind paw prints in the dirt. She smiled at the appropriateness of how that felt. When both hands were done, Nika led doggybitch to a tub of water and placed her leather bound hands into the water to soak. While the leather gloves were soaking she picked up a brace for the knee. She lifted doggybitchs right knee and placed it in the brace. The bottom again was made to look like a large paw print. The inside of the brace was padded to provide cushioning. The brace was designed so that the lower leg was lifted up off of the ground. It could be gradually tightened until the lower leg was doubled up completely and every setting in between. The current setting was set at the minimum angle to allow her to get use to the feel of it. It was laced up with steel cable and crimped into place. Nika then repeated the process with the other knee. Next came a butt plug with a doggy tail in it. Nika picked it up and started petting doggybitchs ass. She quietly said, It is time for your tail now doggybitch. You have done well so for and I am very proud of you. Now this is going to be uncomfortable to you so I dont want you to panic. When you feel it touch your ass hole I want you to push out like you are going to take a shit. That will ease the passage. Then just relax and allow it to enter. If you panic and squeeze your ass it will hurt terribly. Nika placed the tip of the three inch wide plug at her ass hole and ordered, Now and pushed in as doggybitch tried to take a shit. The plug slowly entered her ass and after a couple of minutes and groans of pain from doggybitch the plug was seated. Nika said, Try wagging your tail now. Doggybitch wagged her entire ass end to wag her tail and Nika responded, I know it will be hard to keep from moving your entire ass right now but I want you to constantly work to move it with just your ass muscles. Now if you need to take a shit, you will have to get the attention of one of us. The same commands I told you that Prince gives to relieve himself will be the way you request us to remove your tail so you can relieve yourself. That will go for fucking as well. Do you remember what those commands are? Doggybitch shook her head yes. Finally Nika picked up a one inch wide jeweled collar. The jewels were of the birth stones of each of the members of the family including hers so there were four of them alternating around the collar. There were two tags on the collar that read, PETERSON FAMILY DOGGYBITCH and PROPERTY OF NIKA PETERSON. A leash was attached to the collar and Nika led doggybitch around the dungeon to get used to her new bindings. Whenever she looked behind her, Nika saw a happy smiling face reflected in doggybitch. She could tell that her mother was enjoying her new role in life. Nika asked, Do the fittings hurt? I can adjust them if they hurt too much. Doggybitch shook her head no. Her transformation was almost complete. She was ready to go and get her new canine husband. When doggyslut came out of the room with Nika and doggybitch she saw that trainingbitch was standing there being held and supported by two of the slaves. She immediately ordered, Hold her tight. This next part is going to hurt like hell. Doggyslut picked up the skewers that were like the ones that had been pushed through her tits for the horse ride. There were four of them on a cart with several other items for converting trainingbitch to a dog. She picked up one and with one hand grabbed the nipple ring of trainingbitchs left tit and pulled out as far as possible without ripping the ring off. She took the skewer and pressed the point into the center left side of the base of her tit. She pushed hard and the tip of the skewer punched through the skin. She kept pushing until the tip expanded the skin on the opposite side of the tit and finally broke through leaving a drop of blood dripping down the side. Trainingbitch howled in pain throughout the skewering and tears streamed down her cheeks. Doggyslut put a couple of drops of liquid weld on the screw tip and then screwed on the ring screw so that there was a ring at the base of her tit against her chest on the center left and center right side. None of the skewer going through the tit except the rings could be seen. Doggyslut repeated the process going from the center top to the center bottom of the tit so that now there were four rings on the outer base of her tit at the cardinal points top and bottom, left and right. The howls of pain from her mother got even more severe. She repeated the process with the right tit and soon both of them sported four sets of rings around them. Finally doggyslut picked up a tit cage that was designed to go over the tit and leave an inch space between the bars and mesh covering it and the skin. At the round base were four catches that locked onto the outside of the rings. They were designed to lock onto the rings in trainingbitchs tits. Doggyslut released a catch that allowed the tit cage to be split in two and then attached one half to her left tit. She grabbed trainingbitchs tit ring and pulled her tit out as far as she could. She pushed the other half of the cage on and locked it to her tit rings. She pushed the two halves of the cage closed while continuing to pull on the ring. The tit cage at the nipple end extended almost two and a half inches from where her nipples were normally. Once the nipple cages came together and snapped together permanently with liquid weld, the nipple ring kept her tit pulled out taught. The only way to stimulate her tit now was for her to twist her rings. The only feeling that it would give was pain. She repeated attaching a tit cage to her right tit. She stepped back and admired her work. Doggyslut ordered, Release the bitch. She is no longer to be considered human. It is not necessary for her to be able to stand any longer. The slaves released Laura and she fell to the ground. Her hands immediately came up to grab her tits and try and massage the pain away. But she couldnt get to the areas that hurt because of the cages. She didnt dare touch the rings because any movement of them caused her severe pain from the cauterized piercings. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the modifications being done to her by her daughter. Oh how she regretted what she had said and done to Karen. She couldnt blame her for what she was doing. She was the one that turned her daughter into this monster. It was her fault and she deserved to be punished for it. Why oh why had she listened to the reverend. She should have known better. Doggyslut didnt hesitate and began piercing her mothers ears for the canine mask. Trainingbitch was in too much pain already for it to feel like anything other than a series of pinches. When the mask was on she took each hand and forced it in and made her mother grip the rod inside. She laced them up as tight as possible making it just a bit painful for her. This didnt bother doggyslut in the least bit. She would adjust in time and if not, so be it. She led her to the same tub of water that doggybitch was soaking her hands in. Doggyslut then put the knee braces on but instead of starting at the lowest settin, she forced her mothers lower legs up as far as they would go and locked the braces into place. She knew that trainingbitch would be in pain for a while until her tendons stretched and got use to the position but that was alright by her. Finally she took the three inch dildo tail and without warning or preparation pushed it into her ass hole. Trainingbitch howled in pain from the force of the entry. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she wished she could apologize to her daughter. But it was too late. She was given chance after chance and she refused to believe her own flesh and blood. Now all she could do was take what her daughter rightfully dished out to her. She deserved it for not only destroying her life but all of the lives that that decision has destroyed. Her decisions had consequences far beyond any she had thought possible and she knew there was no way she could set things right again. Doggyslut finally attached a heavy two inch leather collar with heavy metal studs in it. The tags hanging from the collar said, MARTAS DOGGY TRAININGBITCH and PROPERTY OF MARTAS KENNELS. Doggyslut attached the leash and led her mother to the double doors leading to the exit tunnel. She didnt care if the bindings were painful. Trainingbitch would adjust to the bindings in time. The wet leather bindings on her hands would shrink and form to her closed fists like a second skin. They would be a permanent part of her now. She led trainingbitch down the almost mile distance to the barn in the woods. A van was waiting there to take them to Martas Kennels. They were the first there and they waited for Nika and the masters. She was satisfied now. She had gotten her parents to finally realize how much they had betrayed her and they would pay the rest of their lives for that betrayal. For now she was satisfied with life but she knew that one day she would be free of all of this. She would escape this life that she had just forced upon her parents as they had forced it upon her. About twenty minutes later Nika and the masters came out with a happy looking doggybitch following at Nikas side like a good dog. It was the difference between night and day between the two sisters. Her mother was miserable in her existence with no opportunity to ever beg for forgiveness, knowing that she had done irreparable harm to many souls including that of her own daughter. While her aunt had realized what she had done to her family and asked forgiveness and turned her back on her former life and embraced her future life as a pet to them. She couldnt live with what she had done before and decided to end one life and begin the next with a passion completely opposite that of her previous one. She was truly happy for the first time. They loaded up on the van and headed to Martas Kennels. When they arrived Marta was waiting for them. They all disembarked and Marta noted the two new slaves. She could tell right away the difference between them. She went up to Darrell and gave him a welcoming kiss and repeated the welcome with both Joe and Nika. She led them to the kennels. Doggyslut was in the lead and they stopped at a kennel with two young Saint Bernard dogs. They were the ones that doggyslut had been nursing since the birth of Michelle. It was time for them to move on to their next stage of training. Eenie and Meenie were now going to be sharing the responsibilities of training with trainingbitch. The majority of the training would be done now by trainingbitch and they would do the fine tuning and special training requests. Doggyslut opened the gate to the kennel and led training bitch in. The two young dogs came running up to her and jumping up on her. Doggyslut knelt down and hugged the two dogs and then turned to her mother. She stroked her mother like a dog and said, These two dogs have been in my care since they were little puppies. I have suckled them to my breasts and raised them with love as I have my own child. Please teach them well and love them as you never loved me. You will have many more young puppies come through to train. I promise that you will be informed of which are mine so that you can be a grandma to them since you denied yourself the right to be a grandma to your own granddaughter. Trainingbitch looked doggyslut in the eyes with a sadness that couldnt be surpassed. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she nodded her head yes. Doggyslut turned away with tears in her eyes and followed the rest of the group to the waiting kennel, closing the gate behind her. There were ten fully trained dogs in the next kennel. Doggyslut noted that two were Saint Bernard dogs and looked like the spitting image of Prince. She hoped that one of them would select doggybitch. When they stopped at the entrance, Nika stopped about ten feet in front of the kennel gate and removed the leash from the collar. She knelt down and whispered in her mothers ear, In front of you are ten suitors. They all want a taste of you and to decide if you are the bitch of their dreams. If this is the life you want to lead then go to the gate and Mistress Marta will let you in. It will be intense and you may receive some minor injuries but in the end you will be selected by one of them to be their bitch. The choice is yours. Doggybitch had already prepared herself mentally for this event when she made the decision to become a dog. She immediately crawled to the gate and waited for it to open. Everyone looking at her backside could see the cunt juice streaming down her thighs from the excitement of what she was about to do. She was truly in her element. Marta opened the gate and she crawled in and went up to the closest Saint Bernard and started sniffing at the dogs ass. He returned the favor and they circled each other for a minute. The dogs cock began to extend and just as he was ready to mount, one of the other dogs jumped at him. A general melee erupted for the next ten minutes. Doggybitch backed against the fence with a bit of fear in her eyes, but a fear mixed with an acceptance that this is the life of a dog. Every once in a while a dog would separate from the group and head towards doggybitch. The original Saint Bernard would attack him before he could get very far. None of the dogs was able to gain an advantage on the big Saint Bernard. He wasnt about to let any of the other dogs near his bitch. She had come to him first and so he wasnt going to let any of them get to her. After about fifteen minutes of the dogs fighting each other for dominance the same Saint Bernard emerged victorious and forced the others to the opposite end of the kennel. He backed away from them and up to doggybitch. The Saint Bernard began licking her face and she nuzzled against him to show him that she submitted to him. She moved away from the fence so that she faced the group of dogs. She wished that she didnt have the dildo in her throat so she could really show him how she loved him. She assumed the correct position and the dog immediately mounted her. She moved her ass to help him to get his cock in to the right target. When she felt him enter her she started to fuck back in earnest. She was a full participant in the fucking from the start. It was obvious to the observers that this was her choice and she wanted this. She had a smile on her face like Nika had never seen before. She was more proud of her mother at that moment than she had ever been. Marta turned to the observers and said, This usually takes several hours for the process to finish. Now that they have established an order, each dog will get a chance to fuck her. Just because he was first doesnt mean that he will chose her. Why dont you all come up to the house. I have a nice meal prepared. You can watch the two on the monitors while you eat. You are invited to spend the night and rest while your new pet earns her master. I will have a video of it sent to you in a couple of weeks. They all turned and left for the house. Doggyslut remembered back to her unwilling participation in the selection of a canine master. How she wished she could have been a happy willing participant like doggybitch. That would have made a big difference in how it progressed. She stopped for a minute at the kennel with her mother and her two puppies. She lay down curled up in a fetal position in pain and exhaustion. The two young dogs were sniffing her and acted as if they recognized the scent and were whining and nuzzling her to try and get her to get up. It looked as if they were concerned for her. They finally lied down on either side of her and began gently licking her, letting her know they were there for her in the way only dogs do. Doggyslut watched as her mom lifted an arm and hugged the dog in front of her and put her face in its hair and began sobbing out her misery. It seemed the dogs sensed that trainingbitch needed them and they lay there providing what comfort they could. Doggyslut thought that just maybe she will treat her puppies better to make up for the way she treated her. She could only hope. She left hoping she could be with Prince for the night. She returned to the van and opened it. She got the leash out of the storage compartment and connected it to her collar and got down on all fours. She barked once to alert Prince and he came bounding out of the van. He took one look and picked up the end of the leash as doggyslut shut the van door. He followed the masters to the house leading doggyslut who was crawling on all fours as fast as she could to keep up with him. Marta led them into the house and to a dining room where there was a pile of barbecue ribs, potato salad and corn on the cob. They all took up their places at the table. Prince and doggyslut were positioned behind Darrell on the left and right. They waited patiently for whatever scraps that master gave them. On the wall of the dining room, opposite the windows, were two large screen televisions mounted. One showed trainingbitch curled up in a fetal position and surrounded by the two dogs which lay on either side of her. It looked like she had fallen asleep and the other two dogs were there to comfort her and protect her. The second screen was tuned in to the kennel with doggybitch. Enough time had passed that the Saint Bernard had turned ass end to ass end to wait for his knot to recede. The other dogs were creeping in expecting to get a chance at the new bitch soon. About five minutes after they started eating, the big dog pulled out of doggybitch. But instead of moving off and cleaning himself afterward as most of the dogs do he stayed just behind doggybitch. Every time one of the other dogs started to creep closer to them he would growl, expose his sharp teeth and if the other dog didnt back off he would attack it briefly and then return to his protective position over doggybitch. The group was watching in amazement as dog after dog came up to try and assert himself over the big Saint Bernard. Each time he repulsed any attempt to get to her. After about thirty minutes of watching this go on Marta exclaimed, Well Ill be. This is a first for as long as I can remember. Ive never seen a bitch get claimed on the very first fuck. As she was saying that, the Saint Bernard moved around into position and mounted doggybitch again. He fucked her over and over for the next thirty minutes. It was obvious to anyone watching that doggybitch was cumming and cumming shortly after he started fucking her. Finally as he came in her ass she stiffened up and fell to the ground. The dog turned ass end to ass end again and waited for his knot to go down. It wasnt long before the other dogs were again trying to move in on him. When his knot went down it was a repeat of the first time. He never allowed another dog to get close to doggybitch. He kept a wary eye on the other dogs and moved to a position where he could lie down beside doggybitch as she slept. It seemed as if that was to be all of the action for the evening. As much as the other dogs wanted to fuck the new bitch, she had already been claimed and the Saint Bernard wasnt going to let another dog near her. Marta turned to Joe and Nika and said, It seems as if doggybitch has found her king. This is the first time the very first dog has chosen the bitch and kept the others from having a go. They must have formed a special bond for that to happen. I dont see any need to keep them there if she has already been chosen. You are welcome to bring King and his bitch into your room for the night if you want. Joe turned to Nika and said, She is your pet so I leave the decision to you. Nika looked at Marta and said, I think that instead we should remove the other dogs and let them bond together in peace. That way she can more fully realize her dream and what her life is to be like for now on. I want her to get use to being in a kennel with her king. Marta called, Slaves. Two big burly black slaves came out. Nika immediately recognized them as two of the slaves that helped out today at the dungeon. She looked at them and ordered, I want you to go down to the kennel with doggybitch and remove all of the dogs except the big Saint Bernard that is lying next to her. Take the dildo out of her throat and bring it back here. Its been in over three hours now and everything should be fixed permanently so she cant make any sounds but barking and howling. Also leave them some food and water for the night. The slaves took off and Marta turned to the group and said, Lets watch and see what happens. A few minutes later they could see the slaves enter the kennel. As soon as they opened the gate and entered, doggybitch crawled over to them, stuck her nose in one of the slaves crotch and then the other. Then she started rubbing herself against them. One of the slaves started petting her like a dog and she fell to the ground and rolled over on her back. She held her arms in a begging position under her chin. Her legs were held up at a 45 degree angle exposing her cunt. She had an expectant look in her eyes as if she were wanting them to continue petting her which is exactly what she wanted. She had mentally made the transition from human to dog. She just wished that the dildo was gone so she could bark and lick them and her dog like a dog would. The slave that had been petting her leaned down and grabbed the end of the dildo. He pulled on it and it slowly came out. Once it was out he put it in his pocked and then started petting her stomach, tits and cunt. Doggybitch lay like that with her tongue out panting just like you would expect from a dog. When the slave stopped petting her she quickly got back on all fours and stuck her nose in the other slaves crotch. This time she moved over to his hand and started licking it for a minute or two. Finally she backed away and let the slaves do what they had been sent to do. Doggybitch crawled over to King and began to nuzzle and lick his cock clean of their drying combined cum. Soon his cock started responding to this new stimulation. As it crew she began to suck on it and lick it all over. When it got big and hard enough she turned around and barked. King took his cue and launched up onto her back. He quickly planted his cock into her cunt and began fucking her for all she was worth. She started howling in pleasure from the fucking. While doggybitch and king were going at it, the slaves started leading the other dogs out of the kennel and back to their own kennels. When they took the last dogs to their Kennels the phone was ringing in the building. The nearest slave picked it up. On the other end was Marta. She ordered, I want both of you to strip and go back into the kennel with doggybitch. We want to see what she does. They immediately followed orders and were soon naked. They returned to the kennel with doggybitch and King and entered. When the stopped just inside the entrance they saw that doggybitch was tied with King. One of the slaves went up to her and stood just in front of her face. She leaned forward just a bit and started nuzzling and licking the slaves cock. His cock started to lengthen and stiffen and as it did she took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. She made joyful moaning noises as she sucked his cock letting him know that she was happy. The only thought going through her head was how she loved being a dog. She wanted to be the best dog she could. The other slave came up and stood next to the one she was sucking. When she noticed the other slave she quit sucking the cock she had and began to lick and suck on the other slaves cock. She began to alternate between the two slaves cocks. Kings knot finally went down and he pulled out and went to the corner of the kennel. The first slave pulled his cock out of her mouth and walked around behind her. He stuck his cock in her dripping cunt and stroked in and out a couple of times. He pulled out and aligned his cock with her anal rose bud. He began pushing and slowly sank his cock in. The head pushed in and he began to saw in and out of her ass slowly. He leaned down and reached under doggybitch and began squeezing her tits. When he did she started making a purring sound deep in her throat like a cat. Doggybitch had her eyes closed and started moving back and forth between the two slaves. They just stood there and left the work to doggybitch. As she got more and more excited, she would drive herself back harder and faster on the cock in her ass and then push forward driving the cock in her mouth down her throat. She fucked the two men with her ass and mouth with abandon. It was clear to the observers at Martas house that she was enjoying everything. Finally the slave in doggybitchs ass came and he pulled out and changed places with the one fucking her mouth. Doggybitch didnt even hesitate to take the shit covered cock into her mouth and start sucking it clean. Finally the slave pulled his deflated cock out of her mouth and left to return to his mistress at the house. As he was leaving, doggybitch barked a few times as if to say thank you. The other slave pulled out of her ass and moved to her face and started fucking her mouth again. Doggybitch wrapped her lips around the cock and sucked and swirled her tongue on the underside of his cock. Soon the slave was pounding his cock down her throat with abandonment, ending with a scream of pleasure as he came down her throat. As he pulled out, doggybitch sucked harder as if she didnt want the cock to leave. It finally came out with a loud pop. She looked up at the slave and moved her ass back and forth to make her doggy tail wag like a dog. She had a big grin on her face and had her tongue was out panting as well. She started bouncing on her hands and barking at the slave. He finally reached down and started petting her and she pushed her head against his hand. After a couple of minutes he gave her a couple of final pats and turned to return to his mistress. Doggybitch turned around and crawled over to King and lay down beside him with her face at his crotch and her pussy up in reach of his tongue. She began nuzzling and licking his cock as if her life depended on it. King began to lick around her belly button at first. He gradually stretched out, licking his way down through her pubic area and ending at her cunt and clit. Doggybitch tilted her pelvis in toward him to give him easier access. They lay like that for the better part of an hour. King was pretty much fucked out and didnt cum. Doggybitch was a different story. She came over and over repeatedly. It became hard to tell when one began and the other ended. Finally she pulled away from King and turned around. She lay along his back and draped her arm over him in a hugging embrace. She breathed a sigh of contentment and fell asleep in exhaustion. Back at the house the group watched the proceedings. They were all amazed at the transformation in doggybitch. It looked to them as if she had completely made the transition to being a dog. Marta looked at the clock and saw that it was only ten pm. She spoke up to the group I apologize for the shortness of the entertainment tonight. Usually when we have a slave find her master it lasts most of the night. Joe, I think that you, Nika and Jasmin are going to thoroughly enjoy your new pets. All of you are welcome to enjoy any of my facilities for the night if you like. I also make my slaves available to you as well. Darrell turned to Joe and Nika and said, I dont know about you two but I would love to get eenie and meenie up here and have ourselves a little orgy. What do you say? Both Joe and Nika agreed. Marta turned to the last remaining slave and ordered, Go down and bring the two bitches up to us. Make sure they take a good bath first so they dont smell too much like dog. When youre done, join me in my bed room. Darrell turned to doggyslut and asked, Doggyslut, you have had a remarkable day. I know that you are tired. Do you want to come with us or spend the night with Prince? Doggyslut smiled and answered, I would love to spend the night with Prince Master. I am very tired and would like to spend the time with him to make up for neglecting him the last few days. Darrell looked at the others and said, Well its set then. Doggyslut will stay here with Prince and well have ourselves a little fun. Im going to go wash up myself. See you all in the play room in fifteen minutes. They all got up from the table. Darrell put a pile of ribs and potato salad on his plate and set it down between Prince and doggyslut. When he stepped back he watched as Prince started chewing and knawing on the meat and bones. He ate about three fourths of the food and then turned to go to a corner to clean him self. Doggyslut crawled up to the food and ate what she could. When she was done she crawled over to Prince and let him lick her face clean. When Prince was done cleaning her face, doggyslut turned and offered her ass to him. He started licking her from cunt to asshole. Doggyslut moaned in excitement as she started to get wet from the stimulation. She started wiggling her ass at Prince and he got the message. He jumped up and soon had his cock sunk deep into her cunt all of the way to the hilt. After about ten minutes of fucking his knot swelled up and pushed against her G spot. She screamed in pleasure from the orgasm. He was soon howling as well as he filled her womb with doggy cum. When he was done he turned around ass end to ass end until the knot went down. When he finally pulled out, doggyslut turned around and began licking the cum from his cock. She had never done this for him before. This was something she learned from finding doggybitch licking his cock clean when they had entered the masters suite to get her. She let out a giggle as she thought, Doggybitch has only been a dog for a day and shes already teaching me new tricks. Go figure. This is end of Chapter 33. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 35 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. AUTHORS NOTE: I have rewritten the first chapter expanding the rape scene and including dialogue. This I hope will provide a better overall story. Chapter 35, The Rescuers Reward When Darren opened the door to the bedroom they had given Karen to live in, she stopped in shock at what she saw. The room was about fifteen by twenty feet with two large windows on either side of the bed which was a king sized brass bed with a canopy on it. The walls had a red and antique white fabric with different village landscapes on them for the bottom third of the wall with the upper two thirds painted a complimenting dark yellow above trimmed out in rosewood trim. There was a dressing table with a mirror on one side of the room and a matching chest of drawers on the other side of the room. There were two matching night stands on either side of the bed. Karen went to the walk in closet and what she saw absolutely floored her. The entire closet was full of clothes of every style that was popular. There was functional clothing and when she got to the back of the closet she found an entire rack of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. When she started going through them she noticed that everything was in her size. She saw about a dozen pair of shoes ranging from running shoes to evening dress up shoes. When she came out of the closet the look of surprise on her face was priceless. Darren and Jack had shit eating grins on their faces because they knew that she wasnt expecting anything. Karen went straight to Darren and put her arms around his neck and began crying on his shoulder. Darren spoke up and answered Karens unspoken question, Yes Karen, they are all yours. When we told the guys about you and what you offered to do for us if we helped you, they all agreed to do all they could to make you feel at home. Then we told them that you didnt even have clothes to wear because you were kept naked all of the time and well, you see the result. They all chipped in with money to buy clothes and the ones with girl friends gave them your size and the money and told them to buy everything that a girl would ever want in the way of clothes. What you got in there is the result. Now if youll go through that door over there, I think youll find another surprise. He pointed to a door on the same wall as the entry door but halfway between it and the other wall. Karen walked slowly to the door wondering when she was going to wake up and find her self back in the dog house. She got to the door, opened it and walked in to the most opulent bathroom she had ever seen. The floor was a pattern of green and grey marble tiles. The walls were covered with large travertine tiles. On her left was a double sink vanity with a full mirror and a bank of lights above it. In the far left corner was a two person whirlpool tub. In the center of the wall was a waterfall sculpture that had a painted scene at the top to make it look like the waterfall was coming out of a mountain lake. On the far right of the room was a large multi occupant shower that looked as if it could hold four people comfortably. On the right side of the bathroom were a linen closet and a bathroom bench. Karen stood their trying to soak in everything that had been done for her by perfect strangers. She was floored and the emotions started to overwhelm her. Darren and Jack had followed her as she went to the bathroom to see her reaction. Their smiles started to turn into looks of worry as she stood there and began to sob even harder. They wondered what was wrong and went up to her on either side of her. Darren asked, Are you all right Karen? And Jack asked, What did we do wrong? Both said it at the same time and with a worried tone to their voice. Karen stood there for a moment trying to get her emotions under control and finally she turned to Darren and said, Sob sob sob Tttheres nnnothing wwrong. She started undoing the buttons on his shirt as she continued, Aa girl couldnt have aasked for anything better. Aall I was hoping for was a bed to ssleep on and yyou give me a palatial suite to live in. She took his shirt off and started undoing his pants, pulling them down and off along with his underwear. She turned to Jack and started undoing the buttons of his shirt while she continued, II hoped for an old pair of jeans and a shirt to cover my nakedness, bbut you gave me a wardrobe that a princess would be happy with. She took off Jacks shirt and then started on his pants and continued, You came to my rescue even though you didnt know me. You risked your lives to come to my aid. She finished pulling Jacks pants off of him and continued as she began to strip herself. You rescued a slave who only wanted to come and hide from the bad people who enslaved her and you risk your lives to bring her to your home and treat her like a queen. Now go get the water in the shower warmed up. I want a chance to show my knights in shining armor just how much I appreciate what they did for me. Darren went to the shower and turned on all of the multiple shower heads to let the water warm up. Jack went to the linen closet and got out some towels and laid them on the bench while Karen finished stripping. She took a moment to go to the bathroom like a normal human being for the first time since she had been taken to the cabin after she and Darrell were married. She didnt even hesitate to do her business as she had no modesty left after three years of nakedness and being forced to perform every disgusting act possible in front of others. Finally Karen joined Darren in the shower and was followed in by Jack. The first thing she did was to grab the bar of soap and began to wash every square inch of Darrens body paying particular attention to his cock and balls. While she momentarily masturbated his cock, she reached around and stuck a finger in his ass hole and began to massage his prostate. When she felt his cock begin to swell she got down on her knees and covered his cock with her mouth and started sucking. His cock erupted in the best come of his life. Darren couldnt believe what he had just experienced. He quickly grabbed her on either side of the head and brought her up to his face and kissed her passionately. Jack was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable and began to back out of the shower. Karen caught him out of the corner of her eye and broke the kiss and reaching out, grabbed his hand saying, No you dont. Youre getting the same thing. Now get under the water and let me wash you up. She then proceeded to wash Jack just like she did Darren. After Jack came the two guys both began to wash Karen like she had done them. When it came to cleaning her cunt and ass, Darren got on his knees and after washing them thoroughly, he leaned in and locked his mouth on her cunt and started probing her cunt hole with his tongue while finger fucking her ass. Jack bent over and began to nibble on one tit while gently massaging the other with his hand. They soon had her peaking in a nice climax. It wasnt as earth shattering as the ones she was use to, but it was more satisfying. It was the first orgasm that she truly enjoyed. It was really the first one she ever had as a free person and she had chosen the circumstances of her own free will. She gave a shudder and a groan of pleasure as the sweet warmth spread over her entire body. As Karen felt the sweet feelings recede, she pulled Darren up and said, Lets get out, dry off and go to bed. Im not done rewarding my knights yet. She grabbed each of the boys by a hand and pulled them out of the shower. Darren just had enough time to turn the water off before she had pulled him out with her. She grabbed one of the towels that Jack had set out and began to dry him off first. She tenderly caressed him with the soft towel as she tried to bring him as much pleasure as possible. When he was dry she picked up a new towel and repeated the process with Darren. When she was done drying Darren and Jack off, Jack picked up the last towel and began to dry Karen off from the legs up. When he had finished drying her up to her hips he handed the towel up to Darren. While Darren proceeded to dry the upper half of Karens body, Jack began to suck and chew on her cunt. Darren finished drying her and began to lick and suck on her nipples as well. It didnt take long for Karen to have another mild orgasm. She began to wonder why her orgasms werent as good as before. They felt good, but were no where near as earth shattering as she had become use to. What she didnt know was that one of the ingredients in the slave gruel that she was forced to eat daily had an aphrodisiac that heightened her response to sexual stimuli. When Karens orgasm was done she left the bathroom and headed towards the bed. She looked behind her and saw the guys just standing there and said, Well come on boys. We arent even close to being done yet. Darren and Jack looked at each other wondering if they had died and gone to heaven but quickly followed Karen to the bed. Karen looked at Jack and said, I want you to lie down on your back in the center of the bed. I want that nice eight inch cock in my cunt. She turned next to Darren and reaching down to grab his cock said, And once Im settled down on Jacks monster, I want this thing up my ass. Then I want you both to fuck me until you cant fuck anymore. Without saying a word, Jack crawled onto the center of the bed and lied down on his back. Karen crawled up over him and positioned herself over his cock. She leaned forward and began to kiss Jack while she reached back and grabbed his cock. She guided it into the warm wet folds of her cunt as she gently lowered her cunt down on the turgid shaft. Darren shook his head in amazement as he stared at the wanton act going on in front of him. He was shaken out of his reverie when he heard, Come on stud. What are you waiting for? Get that cock in my ass. He needed no further invitation. He crawled up behind Karen and pushed his dick into her well trained ass. It was the first time he had ever ass fucked a girl in his life and he couldnt believe the tightness and the pleasure he was getting from the depraved act. It was also strange to feel Jacks cock through the thin membrane separating them. Karen was laying there on top of Jack being double fucked when she realized her babies hadnt been relieved since they left Darrells house. She stopped kissing Jack and turned her head left and called Baron relief. The three month old Saint Bernard came running up to the bed and jumped up on it. He oriented himself so that he was standing alongside the three with his ass end next to Karens face and his head next to their crotches where they were joined. Baron lifted his hind leg and Karen leaned forward to allow him to drain his bladder in her mouth. This was the only way he and Duke had been trained to go to the bathroom and would go no other way at the moment. Karen began to think that it was time for her to teach them a new way to relieve themselves now. She resolved herself to teach them to do it normally like every other dog in the world does. Jack and Darrell were amazed at what they were seeing. They had never seen anyone suck a dog before. They didnt realize at the time that Karen was actually drinking the dogs piss or they might not have been so turned on. Both dogs were still too young to be able to perform sexually but they didnt know that. When Baron had finished relieving himself she ordered, Down Baron, Duke relief. Baron jumped off the bed and lay down at the foot of the bed and Duke jumped up and took his place. He lifted his leg and Karen took his cock and allowed him to relieve himself as well. That was all it took for Jack as he began cumming in Karens cunt followed closely by Darren. Darren fell back on his ass at the end of the mattress and watched Karen. He stared at her and noticed that it looked like she was swallowing repeatedly and it didnt look like the dogs cock was hard. He had a confused look on his face for a moment until he realized what she was doing. He let out an Oh my god and just watched until she was done and Duke had been ordered off of the bed. Darren decided that he wasnt going to say anything and would ask her about it later. He assumed that what they had witnessed was something she had been made to do. Finally Karen got up off of Jack and sat back against the headboard of the bed. Out of habit she spread her knees apart and began to use her hand to clean up the cum that was dribbling out of her cunt and licking it off as she had been trained to do by her master. She forgot that she didnt have to do that anymore. As erotically arousing as the sight of her cleaning her cunt and licking the juices off of her hand were, the two guys were both too spent from having cum three times in the last twelve hours, with two in the last thirty minutes. When she was done cleaning herself she looked up and realized what she was doing. She saw that their cocks werent hard any more. She looked at them, got a serious look on her face and said, You both will never know how much you mean to me for what you have done and continue to do. I want you to know that if either of you ever gets horny then come to me and ask. I will never turn either of you down as long as I am living here. I wont do that for anyone else, just you. The rest of the guys will get their chance to enjoy my charms, but at my choice not theirs. Karen paused for a minute and her face went from one of happy satisfaction to one of misery and anguish. She said, For the next few days Im liable to be very moody. I have been through a lot in the past three years and I just had my wonderful baby girl taken from me. It will take some time for me to come to terms with that. So dont be concerned when you hear me crying. All of the adrenalin and excitement of the escape is starting to wear off. Ill get through it soon enough and then Ill keep my promise to the fraternity. Remember to remind everyone that not a word is to be said to anyone about who I am or how I came to be here. That would be the death sentence for anyone that has come in contact with me. Now if youll let me go to bed and get some sleep, Ill see you both tomorrow. Darren and Jack told her to get a good nights sleep and turned and left. Karen then moved down until she was lying on the bed. She called Baron Duke and patted the bed. The two dogs leapt up on the bed and lied down on either side of her. She put her arm over Duke and put her face in his fur and began sobbing uncontrollably. It had taken all of her last reserves of energy to warn her two rescuers what to expect. She had been on the verge of breaking down several times in the last few hours. It was only through a supreme effort of will that allowed her to wait until the door was closed and she was alone. For the next three days, Karen cried off and on. She was depressed and wanted to die. But she also knew that she would somehow have to get her daughter out of that hell she was in. She just hoped that she could figure a way to get her out. She didnt think that there ever would be, but she would never give up hope. These thoughts would take her down so far she would start crying for a while and then she would remember the extraordinary risks the two boys had taken to free her. That would give her something positive to latch on to and bring her out of her depression. After a while she would start thinking about Michelle and the cycle of depression would start all over. Darren and Jack took turns checking on her. They would bring her meals which went untouched. They would make her get up periodically to go to the bathroom and then take her back to the bed. When they left her alone, they always had a brother posted outside of her door to monitor her. They gave them orders to contact one of them if she started crying uncontrollably and one of them would come to help her. So when she was in the depths of her despair, her knights were there to hold her and help her through. They became worried about her as they began to move into the third day of Karens depression and began asking her to let them get her help, but she refused. It was on the fifth day that they started to notice the time between Karens bouts of depression began to come farther and farther apart. It was a full week after her arrival at the frat house that Karen woke up very early one morning and decided it was time to quit feeling sorry for her self. She got up, showered and then dressed up in jeans and T-shirt. She went down the stairs and searched the house until she came to the kitchen. She decided that she would fix breakfast for the boys so she started rummaging through to see what was available. She found about three dozen eggs, a pound of bacon, a bag of shredded cheddar cheese and a gallon of milk in the refrigerator. There were a couple of pounds of sausage in the freezer. She also found three large boxes of biscuit mix in the cabinet. Karen decided to fix scrambled eggs with bacon and cheese in them and biscuits with sausage gravy for the fraternity. She spent the next hour preparing breakfast for the boys. The wonderful smell began to wake them up and soon she had half awake fraternity brothers coming in to the kitchen looking for coffee. She had started the large 40 cup coffee maker before she started the rest of breakfast so there was plenty of coffee. She had them all go to the dining room table until breakfast was ready. Finally the gravy was done and the biscuits were hot out of the oven. Karen found some serving platters and bowels in the cabinets. She put the food on them and took them to the dining room table. She placed everything in the center of the table and took a step back. She didnt see a place for her to sit at so she did what three years of training had taught her to do, she knelt into her slaves position and waited. The guys that were sitting opposite of her, facing toward her saw what she was doing and stopped and stared. Darren saw their reaction and turned in the direction they were staring and saw Karen kneeling on the floor with her head bowed. He immediately got up cursing himself under his breath as he went to Karen. He knelt down in front of her and put one hand under her chin and one hand on her hand. As he tilted her head to look at him he pulled her up and said, You never have to kneel to anyone any more. We are so sorry that we forgot to leave a place for you. You were so wonderful to make us breakfast so please take my place at the table and eat first so you can enjoy what you have made. He noticed the tears in her eyes as she stood up and then he was almost knocked over as she launched herself into his arms and cried. He stood there and held her until she calmed down. When she finally got control she stepped back and said Thank You. Darren led her to his chair and grabbed an empty plate, filled it with food and served her. Jack came up and put a cup of coffee in front of her plate as well and said to the group, From now on, we will have a rotating assignment to help with breakfast. That person will act as waiter for the rest and will eat after everyone else. There will always be a chair available for Karen. If she is going to cook breakfast for us like this then no one eats until she sits down to eat. The waiter will serve her first and then the others. When breakfast is over, he will do the dishes and clean up. The assignment will last all day and applies for any other meals during the day as well. Now dig in. After she finished eating, Karen got up and asked Darren and Jack, can I see you upstairs when you are done please. She got up and went up to her room. She sat at her dressing table and waited for the two to come up. She didnt have long to wait as they quickly finished eating themselves and came up to her room. When they came in, she asked them to close the door. Jack did as she asked and locked the door. They both sat on a chest that was at the foot of the bed and looked at Karen. Karen looked back at them as if trying to decide on what to say and finally said, Thank you both for that. When I saw that there was no other place to sit my training kicked in and I did what has become habit for me. She paused and then went on, I know that you both have a lot of questions to ask and Ill try to answer as much as I can. Much of it is very painful and still too fresh in my mind to answer freely. So please dont push for more than I can answer now. They spent the next five hours asking questions about how and why Karen was enslaved. She answered most of the questions with the bare minimum of facts and had to stop several times and cry. Finally she had enough and said, I cant answer any more questions. I know that the brothers are going to want to know my story and will want to ask me questions. I ask that you let them know that I will not ever answer another question about my previous life. It is something I desperately want to forget. The reason I went through this with you is so that you can answer their questions for me. Please make sure that the other brothers understand that if they have questions about me that they should get their answers from one of you two. Darren and Jack both agreed and finally Jack said, Of course we will. Well make sure that everyone knows to not bother you with questions. Are you going to be all right now? Karen smiled a hundred watt smile and said, Im better than Ive been in my entire life. As of today I am a new person. My new life begins today. My given name is Karen but I need a new last name to make it more difficult to be traced. What ever name we come up with, Ill also need some way to prove that I am that person that isnt traceable back to my old name. Darren spoke up and said, I had a girlfriend in high school that was killed by a drunken driver. You look like her and remind me a lot of her. Her last name was Karen Miller. I think she would be the type of person that would want to help you if she were here. Karen then asked, Okay, what is the story that we tell the public. You all will have friends come here and we have to tell them something. Jack quickly answered, Thats an easy one. We have been discussing the possibility of establishing a Sisters of Omega Psi group for girls that want to be a part of our fraternity. Several other fraternities have done that. You will be the first member of that organization. You will be Darrens old high school sweet heart that has agreed to come and be house mother to the fraternity. As the first sister and house mother we decided to make you queen. When you answered our questions, you said you wanted to go to college so well say that you will be starting in the fall. Darren can fill you in on his home town and your history there so that if anyone asks, you can give them enough information to solve their curiosity. Do you think that will work? Darren quickly agreed and Karen said, Then its settled. I am Karen Miller and Darren and I are old friends. If anyone asks, he saved me from an abusive relationship and my ex is stalking me to kill me. That should be close enough to the truth to justify the secrecy. Do you guys know of a way I can get a form of identification with that name? Darren spoke up, Thats easy enough. There are several members of the fraternity that are underage for drinking and have fake IDs. We can go to the guy that made the IDs and at least get you one of those. We can also see about getting a birth certificate that will make your identification more provable and hopefully give you a tool to squelch any doubts that anyone might have. We can start on that tomorrow. Karen gratefully replied, That would be wonderful. Now that we have that settled, I want to have a party this weekend with just the fraternity brothers and no one else, not even pledges. They will all get a chance to sample the wares so to speak. I want them to know what they will be giving up if they spill the beans. After that party if you have any girls in mind for the sister hood then bring them to me and I will explain to them what that will entail for my brethren. I will not have a girl join that does not know what she is getting in to. I will teach them to be good slut sisters for all of you. I will also help devise the initiation for them. Now that thats settled, would either of you like to play? Karen got up and started stripping and soon the three of them were on the bed and making mad passionate love. Thats the way that they spent the rest of the afternoon. When they came down at dinner time they ordered pizza to be delivered. They then sat down and began to plan out the party for Saturday. At five pm Saturday evening the members of the fraternity started showing up. The guys were all told that this was a special meeting for only the active members of the fraternity and that no guests were allowed. They were also told that there would be a surprise for all of the attendees. There was a lot of food but absolutely no alcohol, something that was definitely unusual for a party at the fraternity. Karen had insisted that if she was to be the center of attention at the party, there would be no alcohol. She didnt want to be at the center of a gang rape by a drunken mob. A gang bang was definitely on the menu, but she wanted the guys sober and able to remember every sweet detail. At seven pm Darren went to the center of the main assemble room while Jack locked the front door. Any one showing up late would be out of luck. Darren announced, Welcome brothers. We called this party tonight to introduce our new house mother and then vote on the establishment of a new female auxiliary to the fraternity. We all know that other fraternities on campus have established auxiliaries and we have discussed the possibility of doing it ourselves. Well the time is right. I propose that we establish the new auxiliary and call it Sisters of Omega Psi. I also propose that we make Karen Miller, our new house mother the recruiter for the auxiliary. She has agreed to set up the by laws and initiation rules for the new members. She is prepared to show us what she plans on teaching the girls tonight. So as you leave tonight, be sure to cast your vote. The ballets will be by the door as you leave. Now without further ado I want to introduce our new queen and house mother, Karen Miller. Karen came out of her room to the top of the stairs and stood for a minute. She was the picture of loveliness. Her hair was shoulder length and curled nicely with a small diamond tiara on her head. She wore a nice pearl choke collar with a nice emerald pendant hanging from it, a gift from Darren and Jack. She had a black silk dress that clung to every curve of her body. It went down to mid calve but was split up the sides to her hips. The Top of the dress had a tie that bunched up the fabric under her tits and tied in a nice bow at the center between them. The dress was held up by spaghetti straps. The material that surrounded her tits was a gauzy almost see through material. If you looked close you could almost see her nipples. She had on black fish net thigh high stockings with black garters. It was all rounded out with patent leather shoes with three inch heels. When all of the guys looked up at the stairs where Darren was pointing and saw Karen, the entire place went silent. None of them had ever seen a girl as beautiful as she was. They failed to notice that she had a large German Shepherd on a leash as she came down the stairs. Finally when she got to the bottom of the stairs she walked over and stood by Darren, looked at the crowd of guys and said, Hi guys. Im Karen and Im glad to be here with you. I want to spend a bit of time mingling and getting to know all of you and then I have a little entertainment planned a little later. So please dont be shy and do come and get to know me. If you want to know my story, please ask Darren or Jack as that is something I will not talk about. If you want to know what makes me tick, what my likes are and my dislikes. Then please ask away. This is about you getting to know me and me getting to know you. She went up to the guy just opposite of where she stood and gave him a big hug and then said, Im Karen, whats your name? The guy stuttered a bit and finally said, PPPaul. That seemed to break the ice and the guys started crowding around her and asking all sorts of questions. Amazingly enough it was somewhat orderly and after about the first thirty minutes they began to disperse into groups. By eight pm Karen was able to go from group to group and participate in normal conversations with the fraternity brothers. At nine pm she did a disappearing act and went to the down stairs bathroom and stripped down to just the stockings, garters and heels. When she was naked she looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman staring back at her in spite of the brands, tattoos and piercings. She liked what she saw and took a deep breath and turned to go join her new brothers. She reminded herself that this was her choice and that she was going to have fun. Gone forever was the shy innocent girl she was three years ago. After three years of torture and sexual slavery, she was an extremely sexual being. The composite Karen/doggyslut didnt have to have sex, but she enjoyed it tremendously. And it wasnt just regular sex, but every kinky type of sex that she had been exposed to was something that she now desired. The big difference between the way she was before she was rescued and now was that she did things by her own choice, not at the bidding of others. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and opened the door to make her way to the assembly room. When she got to the assembly room she immediately went to the center of the room and got down on all fours. She called out, Here Rufus, here boy. The German Shepherd came bounding into the room and made a beeline for Karen. When he got there she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug. She coaxed him down on his side and started massaging his cock. This dog wasnt fully trained but she had enough experience with dogs to know that they went mostly on instinct. The dogs cock began to emerge and when it was half way out she bent down and took the end in her mouth. Karen could here the Oh my gods and the I dont believe its coming from the brothers of the fraternity. The guys all started moving in towards her and surrounding her. Karen began to suck on the dogs cock in earnest and it began to get bigger and longer. It wasnt near the size of Princes cock so she had no trouble at all deep throating it. She heard the groans of excitement from her audience and grinned around the cock in her mouth. When she thought she had the dog as hard as he was going to get she pulled off of his cock as she sucked hard. The suction caused an audible pop that elicited more groans from the brothers. She got up on all fours and turned her ass end toward him. She looked at Jack and asked, Help him up. Hes new at this and may be a bit confused at first. Jack went over to Rufus and helped him up and led him up to Karens ass. When the dog got close enough he smelled Karens cunt and quickly stuck his nose in it and began to lick. Karen felt his tongue curling in and going deep into the wet folds of her cunt. She enjoyed the feeling. She missed spending time with Prince and relished the tonguing that she was getting from Rufus. She was soon getting closer and closer to orgasm. She felt that this orgasm was going to be much stronger than the earlier ones with Darren and Jack. She also realized that the fact that she had an audience was what was making the difference. Just as she was about to go over the edge the dog quit licking her. She let out a wailing Nooooooooooo dont stop. Rufus had stopped licking so he could launch himself up on Karens back. She felt his weight land on her and with a little help from Jack soon felt his cock slide into her cunt. Rufus knew exactly what to do and began to hump his cock in deeper and deeper into Karens wet cunt. Now that the dog had gotten started, Darren stripped his clothes off and stepped in front of her. He moved close so that his cock head was touching her lips. She grabbed it and pulled him to her mouth swallowing his cock down to the hilt. The fraternity brothers were all so stunned that the only sounds that could be heard were the slapslap sound of the dog fucking her and the slurps and moans coming from Karen sucking Darren. Darren quickly groaned loudly and came in Karens mouth. He stepped back and Jack stepped up in his place. Karen didnt hesitate and started sucking him immediately. About halfway through sucking Jack off, Karen felt the dog start cumming in her cunt. This was enough to launch her over the edge into a massive orgasm that had her shaking and screaming around Jacks cock. When Karen came down from the most massive orgasm shed had since escaping from Darrell she realized that this was the first really good cum that shed had. It dawned on her that the three years of torture, abuse and almost constant humiliation had turned her into an exhibitionist. And unfortunately for her, to really enjoy sex she had to do it in front of a crowd. A few tears of sadness escaped her eyes as she realized what that meant about finding a life long partner that would truly love and cherish her. She just knew that no good man would ever want a woman like that. Karen felt the dog cumming as he howled out his release. She also heard a cheer go up among the frat brothers as they realized what was happening. That helped improve her mood as she realized that she was making her rescuers happy and they deserved the very best performance she could give. After the dog turned and stood ass to ass with her, Jack came down her throat. When he pulled out, no one came to replace him for a minute so Karen yelled, Come on guys, surely theres another cock that needs to be sucked. That was all it took to break them out of their stupor. One of the closest guys to her stepped up and took his cock out and jammed it into her mouth. She had only sucked a couple of times before he came. He stepped away and was immediately replaced by another. After about fifteen minutes the dog finally pulled out and went to a corner to curl up and clean himself off. When the dog pulled out, Karen let go of the cock in her mouth and said to the guy she was sucking, Lay down stud. This is your lucky day. When he was down on his back, Karen crawled over him and reaching back, guided his cock into her cunt. When she had sat down completely on his cock she looked around and said, I have two other holes available. So dont be shy. Just come on up and fuck my ass or let me suck you. When one of you cums, just step away so the next guy can have a go. Karen lay down on top of the guy in her cunt and waited. The wait wasnt long as one of the brothers stepped up behind her. He reached down and got some moisture from her cunt to lube her ass and then sank in to the hilt. He grunted out an Oh God I cant believe Im fucking her ass. A third guy finally stepped up and she started sucking on him. For the rest of the evening Karen fucked all thirty plus members of the fraternity in attendance at least two times and some of them three times. By the time the party finally ended, Karen was sore in all of her holes and totally exhausted but with the sheen of sated satisfaction. She laid there in the middle of the room covered in cum and with cum dribbling out of all of her holes. Darren and Jack stepped up to her and helped her up. They noticed that she didnt have the strength to walk so Jack picked her up and he and Darren took her up stairs to her bathroom. They had filled the Jacuzzi full of hot water and lowered Karen into the churning water as soon as they entered the bathroom. Karen let out a long sigh of enjoyment without waking up. The two guys began to clean her off, treating her as if she were the most fragile porcelain doll. They washed her inside and out. When she was clean, they dried her off and took her to her bed. They put her in the center of the bed, covered her up and after each of them gave her a peck on the cheek they left. Duke and Baron soon jumped up and lay down on either side of her as she slept. This is end of Chapter 35. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment. Redlegtiger

Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 40 By Redlegtiger [email protected] Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 40, Omega Psi Sisters initiation Four hours after falling asleep the alarm sounded. Karen groaned and turned over to turn the alarm off. It was now 7:30 am. She rubbed her eyes of sleep and went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and got ready for the day. When she came out she saw that it was 8:20 and the girls werent up yet. She took one look around the room and noticed that they all were cuddled up with their dogs. She smiled and thought God I love these girls. Theyre going to do fine. She yelled, Rise and shine you love birds. Its time to get up and get ready. You have a lot to do today. The pledge sisters all groaned and grumbled as they sat up and stretched their nude bodies. Their dogs sensing that things were beginning to happen either sat up or got up and a couple of them barked in greeting. Baron and Duke came over to the person they thought of as their mother, Karen and greeted her excitedly. She petted them and gave each of them a kiss on the nose and ordered them down. When they had gotten down and sat on either side of her, Karen announced, Alright ladies. Here is what I want you to do this morning. First I want you to all take care of your morning ablutions and then come down for breakfast. Feed your dogs and then eat. After breakfast is over, you will all thoroughly wash your dog at least three times to make sure they are spotlessly clean. You will find a gallon jug of dog shampoo in the linen closet in my bathroom. Use it for the first couple of times. The third time I want you to use the fragrant shampoo of your choice. You will find a selection of different ones in the same cabinet. After you wash them, then I want you to blow dry them thoroughly and brush them well. When you are done with that, it should be lunch time. Ill give you the rest of the instructions then. Are there any questions? The girls all said no so Karen left to go fix breakfast. She decided to treat the girls to a special breakfast of Belgian waffles with fresh fruit along with sausage and juice. She had fresh peaches, blue berries, strawberries, and raspberries ready with yogurt available for topping if they wanted. As she was finishing up the batter for the waffles the girls and dogs came running down the stairs excitedly talking and comparing notes about all of their antics during the week of hunts. They found five dog bowls stacked on the counter waiting for them and a large trash can by the back door labeled dog food. April was the first to grab a bowl and fill it with dog food. She took the bowl and set it on the table where she planned to sit and had Max sit by the chair. She then went and got her plate and fixed up her waffle with strawberries and went back to her place. She set the bowl of dog food on the floor beside her chair in front of Max and then sat down to eat breakfast. Each of the girls had watched what April had done and quickly followed suit. That was the way from then on that the sisters would feed the dogs and all future sisters would be taught the same way. After all of the girls and dogs had eaten they all went up to Karens room to begin their morning assignments to clean the dogs. As the last of the girls was heading up stairs, Darren and Sheri came down to the kitchen. When she saw the fruit and waffles, Sheri exclaimed, Belgian waffles, my favorite! and rushed up to Karen and gave her a big hug. After they got their fill of waffles and sausage Karen finally asked, I take it you two are together now? Darren burst out laughing shaking his head and finally said, Thats my Karen. You always get straight to the point. He looked at Sheri and then back at Karen and continued, We both now know how we feel about each other because of you. We were so afraid of loosing each other that we were afraid of even broaching the possibility that there might possibly be something more between us. As you always seem to do around here, you cut to the chase and arranged it so that we could break through that fear and bring us together how each of us had never dared dream could be possible. We decided that we would wait until she graduated from college to get married. It seems she wants to be an Omega Psi Sister while she attends college here and she refuses to do that after marriage. I am more than happy to wait for her to do that. Weve already decided who the maid of honor is going to be so put on your calendar that one week after her graduation will be our wedding. We both insist on that. Now Ill leave you two to compare notes while I go make sure that everything is ready for tonight. Ive also got a few items to pick up for the ceremony tonight. See you a couple of hours before the initiation. As Darren headed out of the kitchen Karen said, Alright girl. Get that shit eating grin off your face and give me the details. I want to know everything. Sheri put down the cup of coffee she had been drinking and began, I know you watched until I got that luscious cock of his down my throat so I wont say anything about that other than its a lot easier with the real thing than with a dildo. He came like a minute after you closed the door. I began giving him another tongue bath after he went soft so that I could get him hard again. I decided that I wasnt going to take his blindfold off afterwards like you suggested. After about ten minutes of kissing, licking and nibbling him all over he started to get hard again. I sucked him to hardness and by that time I was so absolutely turned on that I was ready to give him my cherry. I crawled over him and at first I just set my pussy down on the length of his cock and moved myself backwards and forwards on it to get me just a little bit wetter. As I did that he tried to reach up and go for my tits but I slapped his hands without saying anything and he put them back down. Thats when I decided that it was time and lifted myself up high enough so that his cock stood straight up. I reached back and guided it into my pussy. When I felt it at the entrance, I leaned down and kissed him at the same time a forced myself down on his cock in one swift plunge. The extra lube you had me put in made it a lot easier thank god. But it still hurt when he broke through my cherry. Sheri continued, At that point he knew something was up and reached up to take off his blindfold while I was still kissing him. When he saw that it was me he broke the kiss and exclaimed SHERI!! What are you doing here? I giggled and said, Im making love to my soul mate, what does it look like? God guys can be so dense some times. Any way I kissed him again and started fucking him in earnest. The pain had subsided by then and it was starting to feel good. He brought his hands up between us and began to play with my tits as I fucked him. I was so excited that I came like a minute after. He of course was no where near cumming because of the blow job earlier. Well after my orgasm, I wanted him on top so I broke the kiss and told him that I wanted him on top. He put his arms around me and rolled us over and then started really going to town. He took slow but long strokes in and out and it didnt take long before I was coming again and again. I came so many times that I lost count. Finally he came in me and we just lay there like that for a long time. We finally separated and lay side by side talking about our love and respect for each other. He told me how he came to love me during my recovery from the accident but was afraid to say anything because of our age difference. I told him how I came to love him because he was the only one who was always there for me through all of the painful physical therapy and wouldnt let me give up when I began to lose hope. We must have talked like that for a couple of hours and then he made love to me one more time. This was a long gentle fucking and it just felt right that we should be together like that. It was after we finished that time that he said he wanted to marry me when I was old enough. I almost came from him telling me that. We talked another couple of hours and had just started to fall asleep when you came and checked on us early this morning. Thank you so much for doing this for us. I cant wait to tell his mom or dad. Karen looked surprised and asked, You mean you are going to tell them now about you two? Sheri giggled and said, Sure. They have been wondering why I dont date boys and have talked to me several times about it. I think they may still be worried that I havent recovered fully from the accident. Now I can tell them the reason I didnt even consider dating anyone else was because I was hopelessly in love with Darren. I think that when we introduce you to them in May that Darren and I will tell them about us as well. Theyll be so happy about having Karen back that they wont say anything about it. You can give us your blessing so that it will alleviate their concerns about how it will affect you. Karen then asked, Did you guys use condoms or any other type of protection? Sheri said, Im on the pill so he didnt wear condoms. I wouldnt have wanted him to anyway. His mom put me on the pill last year. She figured that I was getting to the point where I might get interested in boys so she wanted to make sure there were no accidental pregnancies. Karen had tears of happiness in her eyes as she finally said, I am so happy for you guys. I will of course be your brides maid when you guys finally tie the knot. I am also looking forward to initiating you into the sisters when you come to school here in a couple of years. I promise that I will sponsor you. Now what are you doing tonight during the party? Sheri answered, I called Darrens mom and she is going to take me home this afternoon. I plan on coming over on weekends still until we can get you fully trained up to pass muster with them though. They only live about thirty miles from here so it isnt going to be hard to do. Ive really enjoyed this week with you. Rest assured that there is no way I am going to ever let you out of my life. You are now and will always be my sister from now on. The girls hugged and cried in happiness for a long while. Finally the two separated and Karen shooed her away to go pack and get ready to leave. She cleaned the kitchen from breakfast. By the time she was done, it was time to start preparing lunch. She made sandwiches and had everything ready when the girls and the dogs came down. They quickly ate lunch and when they were done Karen stood up and said, I would like to compliment you on the jobs you did with the dogs. If I couldnt see the dogs in the room here, I wouldnt even know they were here. For this afternoon the agenda is getting the house and your selves ready for tonight. You all know what works best for you so take your time and make sure that everything is perfect. So to start, lets get the kitchen and assembly room ready. After that is done then you are all released until 5 pm to bathe and get ready. At 5 pm you are all to be in my room waiting for the initiation to start. No one will be allowed out of the room until the ceremony starts. Now break down into teams of two and get the kitchen, assembly room and downstairs bathrooms cleaned. Karen put the bowls with the necklaces and the bracelets in them on the table and said, Be sure to get your choker and bracelets before you go upstairs. You will get the rest of your rings tonight. The sisters took a couple of hours to finish their chores and get things ready for the ceremony and then went up to Karens room to prepare. Karen and Sheri spent the afternoon in the bedroom talking and watching the pledges getting ready. When Darrens parents came by to pick Sheri up, Karen hugged her goodbye and she left at about three. Karen went into her big closet and brought out five outfits. She set one out on each of the girls sleeping bags a single white shift that was made of a gauzy white almost see through material. They had a deep plunge in the front and the back and tied on the shoulders. She put the choker and the two bracelets on top of the shift. That was all that they would be allowed to wear for the ceremony. At five pm Karen heard the front door open and reminded the pledges to stay in the room. She left and went down to see who it was. Darren and several other brothers were carrying a large long wooden bench into the assembly room. Karen smiled and said, I see that the initiation bench finally got finished. I was beginning to think that we would have to do this thing tonight without it. Why dont you show me how it works? Darren said, It took a little doing and a bit of persuasion to get it done on time. It wasnt quite finished when I went to get it this morning. I spent most of the morning helping put it all together. As for how it works, it really is a masterpiece of brilliance. It is twelve feet long and two feet wide. It is designed to hold five initiates. It stands high enough that the initiates will be kneeling like they were on all fours. It can be adjusted up or down about six inches to allow accommodations of all the initiates. Youll notice that there is a base and a top board. The top board can be pulled up about a foot and locked into position to allow the initiates to get in. The bottom board has two eight inch holes in each position to allow the five initiates tits to hang down. Weve padded the inside of the board with a half inch of cushioning foam rubber on the bottom board and three inches on the top board to make it a bit more comfortable. When the top is lowered and locked into place, the extra padding on top will allow it to conform to each initiate and hold them immobile once the top is locked down. There is a brace that comes out from the center of each position on the floor forming a T. There are cuffs at the end of each T that allow the initiates knees to be locked two feet apart. On the inside of the top board on either side of the initiate is a sleeve that is on two sliding braces that allow it to be adjusted to the forearm of the initiate and lock the arm in place. You will notice a brace on the top board that is adjustable as well and allows the initiates head to be braced up so that she is looking straight ahead and cant move once they are strapped in. So what do you think of our little initiation bench? Karen was grinning about as big as she had ever done and said, Its perfect. Its just what we wanted. What about the ones that will be doing the piercings? Darren answered, We have a doctor and a physicians assistant that are alumni that volunteered, as well as a brother that is currently in his last year of PA school. When we asked for volunteers, these were the only ones with medical experience so as opposed to choosing one to do all three piercings, I thought that we would have all three do a single piercing. My idea was to have them all do it at exactly the same time. That should make it a bit more interesting and intense for the initiate but in the long run much easier to tolerate. So what do you think? Karen answered, I love it. Were you able to get everything else for the initiates? Darren answered, That and more. Ill announce everything tonight after the conclusion of the initiation ceremony. I think you will be very happy with the announcement. How are our girls doing? Karen responded, There nervous, excited and a bit afraid. They know that we have something intense planned for them but arent sure if theyll be able to handle it or not. I keep trying to tell them that they can handle anything with the right kind of attitude but Im not sure they believe me. I think its time to check up on them and make sure that they are ready. Ill come back down with the girls at seven sharp. Have the brothers ready then. Karen gave Darren a kiss on the cheek and went back upstairs to her room. Karen started getting ready herself. She dressed in a similar dress that the girls did but had a gold trimmed robe that was held around her neck by a gold chain. Once she was ready she went around to each of the girls and reassured them. As the time got closer to seven pm, the noise level began to increase until it sounded as if a full fledged party was going on beneath them, which in fact was the case. The brothers and numerous alumni were in attendance for the first ever sister initiation. All told there were close to eighty brothers and alumni in attendance. Five minutes before seven, a brother came up and gave the girls a five minute warning. Karen lined the girls up with their dogs in order with April first, then Jennifer, Suzie, Brenda, and finally Lorraine. She gave some last minute instructions to the girls saying, Im going to lead you girls down. When we go into the assembly room you will see a long bench in the center of the room. You will notice that it has five places on it so align yourselves in the center of your place and face away from the bench. Once you are in position, you will only do what is instructed. You are not to speak at any point during the initiation. Any refusal to comply with anything during the initiation will result in your immediate removal from the ceremony. If that happens you will not be allowed to be a sister so just bear what ever it is they are asking you to do. Remember the ceremony is all about trying your endurance. You will experience a wide range of emotions to include fear, humiliation, pain, pleasure and many more. That is by design. Just take it and try to concentrate on the pleasure. Now are you ready girls? They all said they were. At seven, Jack opened the girls door and said, Its time. Karen slowly led the girls out and down the stairs. As they descended, the house became totally silent as all attention was focused on the six beauties coming down. Karen led them into the assembly room and along the bench on the side they would be kneeling on and they faced away from the bench when they stopped. On the other side of the bench were three raised chairs. The center chair was elevated a couple of feet on a platform and was empty. On either side of that chair sat Darren, the fraternity president on the right and Jack, the Sergeant of Arms on the left. Once the girls were stopped and in position Karen took up position behind April. Darren stood up and announced, Initiates, raise your right hand and repeat after me. The girls raised their hand and then Darren repeated the following oath with sufficient pauses to allow the girls to repeat the following pledge. I (state your name) do solemnly swear that as a sister of the Omega Psi Fraternity, I submit every fiber of my being to supporting and providing comfort to our brothers in accordance with the by laws of the fraternity and the sisters. I do this of my own free will without reservation or hesitation so help me god. The girls all lowered their hands and Darren said, I would like to introduce our sisters and their companions. Our first sister and soon to be President of the Sisters is April Mathus alias Trig and her companion is Max. Karen untied the shoulder straps of the dress and let it drop to the floor leaving April naked in front of the brothers with only her choker necklace and bracelets on along with a pair of white four inch high heeled pumps. Darren continued introducing each girl and dog couple with Karen untying each girls dress immediately after the introduction. All of the girls were dressed exactly the same. When the last of the pledges was introduced and stripped, Karen went to the empty chair between Darren and Jack and sat down. Two brothers approached each pledge. One took the leash from the sister while the other picked up the dress and allowed the girls to step out of them so that they could be folded and placed in a safe place for future use. Karen announced, Pledges turn about and kneel at the initiation bench. Your attending brother will assist you in assuming the correct position. The girls all knelt down and placed their knees in the cuffs at the end of the T. The brothers locked the shackles on and helped the girls to lay their upper bodies on the bottom board of the bench with their tits through the holes. Once the girls were in place, two brothers at either end of the bench lowered the top board. With the assistance of the attending brothers the top board was pushed down as tight as possible before being locked into place. The attending brothers then adjusted the arm sleeves and laced each sisters arms in the sleeves. Finally they pulled the sisters head up against the head support and buckled the strap around the sisters forehead to hold her head in place. When they had the sisters done, the attending brothers stepped back and stood behind the sister. Jack got up and went to each sister to check the bindings and make sure that the sister was bound securely while not being injured. When he was satisfied he took his position in the chair and announced, The attending brothers have adequately secured our initiates for the ceremony. They are dismissed until the end of the ceremony. The attending brothers all return to the crowd of brothers standing around the outside of the large room. Karen announced, The sisters have spent all day cleaning and preparing themselves and their companions for tonights ceremony. There is one additional task that needs to be completed before they are suitably prepared. We want our sisters to be clean and pure both inside and out. Will the enema attendants please proceed. Five brothers came into the assembly room pushing an IV stand with a two quart enema bag hanging from it. They lined up behind each sister and inserted the already lubed end of the enema hose into the sisters asshole and turned the enema valve open. They helped the two quart warm water enema drain into their initiate. When the full two quart enema was administered, they removed the hose and quickly replaced it with a six inch long by two inch wide dildo that was already lubricated. The dildo was fully inserted until it was flush with the girls asshole. When all five girls were prepared, the five attendants stood back and waited. Jack got up and went down the line to inspect the girls. He pushed two of the dildos in a bit further before he was happy and returned to his chair. He announced, Phase one of the ceremony is complete. The attendants are dismissed. The brothers all returned to the crowd standing around the outsides of the room. When the brothers had left Karen announced, For this next part of the ceremony, each initiate will be done separately. We will start with April and then proceed down the line. Will the Piercing Preparatory team please take your positions and prepare the initiates to receive their piercings. Two brothers approached each girl and took up position at the front and rear of the girl. The one at the front lay on his back and scooted under the girls and began sucking on one tit while manipulating the other with his hand, pinching and squeezing it. He would alternate tits about every thirty seconds. The brother at the initiates ass end lay on his back and lifted his head up and started sucking and chewing on the girls clit to stimulate it and make it as big as possible. After five minutes of stimulation Karen announced, Will the piercing team proceed, beginning with April. The three medical professionals that had volunteered to do the piercings stepped up to April. There was a brother holding two bowls that followed directly behind each one. One bowl held a ring for each sister in a disinfectant solution while the other held packets with alcohol swabs to disinfect the area to be pierced. When the piercing team got to April the two brothers stimulating them moved out of the way and returned to the outside of the room to watch. The doctor, who was in his forties, took up a position on his back at Aprils cunt. The other two lied down side by side and slid under her until they were in the best position to work on her tits. When the three were in position they held out their hands and the attendee put the bowl down with the alcohol swabs in it so they could reach and grab one. They first put on a pair of new latex gloves and then took the swab and disinfected each nipple and her clit. When done they reached up and took out a ring from the bowl along with a piercing needle. They each put the needle next to their respective tit or clit. When the piercer was ready the attending brother turned to face Karen. When all three were facing her she announced, I will count down from three and when I say pierce then April will be pierced and ringed. Three two one pierce. All three pushed their needle through at the same time. April screamed from the pain but couldnt move. When the rings were inserted the piercer took another alcohol swab and disinfected the pierced area once again. When they were done they got out from under April, took off their gloves and waited until all three were standing. Once they were all three up they moved back to allow the next initiate to be prepared. When she was ready they did her the same way. When they finished with the last one they stood in front of the initiates and faced Karen. Jack got up and went down the line and inspected each girls piercings and when he was done he went back up to his chair and announced, I declare the piercing to have been done in a highly professional manner. I dismiss our piercers to join the rest of the brethren. They left and joined the observers along the outer wall. Karen stood up and announced, That completes the second phase of the initiation ceremony. The third phase of the initiation will require the participation of all attending the ceremony. Will the brothers please form a line by April behind the chapter president? Darren got up and took up a position by April and the others started to line up behind him. Jack reached down to the floor beside him and picked up five paddles. They were about two and a half feet long and six inches wide. They were made of one inch oak and each one had a copy of its owners tattoo burned into it. Jack took the paddles and put the paddle that belonged to the sister on top of the board above that sister. When he was done he went to the end of the line to be the last brother. When Jack was in position, Karen announced, When a brother is to be disciplined in the future or when his grades are below a B in any course, then they will be paddled by the sisters. In order for them to understand the significance of this responsibility, they are required to receive one swat from each member attending the ceremony. The sisters paddle has been placed on the initiation bench above the initiate. Each brother will move up behind the initiate, take the paddle and spank the initiate with it one time. When the swat has been administered, replace the paddle back where you got it from and move to the next initiate. President Darren, would you please begin. Darren stepped up behind April and reached up to get the paddle. He took up a position he felt comfortable with and then brought the paddle down hard on Aprils ass cheeks. When he was done he placed the paddle back and then moved behind the next initiate and repeated the process. The next brother stepped up behind April and picked up her paddle and the two of them spanked the two sisters at the same time. When they were done, they replaced the paddle and moved to the next initiate while another brother took up his place behind April. This same procedure was followed until all of the brothers had spanked the five initiates. Each of the girls was able to withstand quite a few of the swats. But they all started screaming and crying from the pain somewhere between five and twenty. Much to their credit none begged for them to stop the paddling. Jennifer and Brenda both ended up having numerous orgasms toward the end. When Jack completed spanking the initiates he picked up each of the paddles and returned to his chair next to Karen. Karen stood up and announced, The initiates have successfully completed phase three of the ceremony. It is now time for Phase four. Will the attendees bring the sisters companion to her so that she may prepare him for his part in the ceremony? The brothers holding the dogs took them up in front of their owner and had them stand up on their hind legs with their front paws on the top board. This placed the dogs cock in front of the sister. The sister couldnt move her head so the brother helped the dog get close enough that the sister could touch the dogs sheathed cock with her tongue. The brother then started rubbing the dogs sheath until his cock started to protrude. Each sister knew what was expected so when the dogs cock started to touch their lips they started using their tongue to stimulate his cock. As the cock grew the initiate started sucking it until the dog was completely erect. When the dog was ready, the attending brother pulled the dog off and led him around to the sisters ass end and had it mount the initiate from behind. He then helped the dog by guiding his cock into the initiate. The dog then did what nature dictated and started fucking the initiate. The brother went back to the sisters head and pulled out their cock and presented their cock to the sisters lips. The sister opened her mouth and began sucking the brothers cock until he came. When all of the attendees were in front of their initiate and being sucked off, Karen stood up and announced, Will the brothers form a line behind the attendee of the sister of their choice. Each brother will now receive one and only one blow job from a sister. Please dont try for a second blow job. When a dog is done and his knot has gone down enough to disengage from the initiate, the companion attendee will take him away until he can be united with his owner. Any brother that has already had a blow job can step up and take the initiates companions place and fuck her. This phase of the ceremony ends when all brothers have had a chance to fuck an initiate once and once only. The brothers lined up behind the attendees currently being sucked off. Jack and Darren got up and balanced out the lines so that there were an equal number of brothers in each line. For the next hour and a half the girls sucked off and were fucked by the brothers of the fraternity. When it was obvious that no one else was stepping up to fuck a sister, Karen stood up and announced, The initiates have now successfully completed phase four of the ceremony. Will the appropriate attendees come forth and prepare their initiate for the final phase of the ceremony. The brothers that had done the enemas returned pushing a cart with a tarp, a bucket, a bowl of soapy water and a bowl of clean water. It also had an analgesic ointment on it as well. The brother stepped up to his initiate and spread the tarp out underneath the girls ass end. When the tarp was spread out he picked up the bucket and put it up to the girls ass. Holding the bucket with one hand he started working the dildo out with the other. When the dildo came out, the enema came out of the girl with significant force. The girls each groaned in relief from the release as they had been having uncomfortable cramps since about five minutes after the enema was administered. When the initiate quit expelling the enema, the attending brother cleaned up the initiates ass end with the soap and water. When he finished he took the analgesic ointment and spread it over the girls bright red, spanked ass cheeks. After that the brother took his cock out and began to fuck the initiates ass. When all of the initiates were being fucked by their attendant Karen announced, Will the brothers line up as they did before so that each brother has the chance to fuck one of our initiates in the ass? The same rules apply as before. If you are struggling to get an erection, feel free to have the sister help you orally get you hard again. The brothers that could get it up a third time without assistance lined up behind one of the sisters while the ones that needed a little help lined up for a blow job to get started. For the next couple of hours the initiates were fucked in the ass repeatedly until every one that wanted an ass fuck had done so. When it was apparent that no one was stepping up to fuck one of the initiates, Karen stood up and announced, The initiates have now successfully completed each phase of the initiation ceremony. The attendees will clean up and release the initiates for the final part of the ceremony. The attending brothers stepped up to their sister and began washing her again with the soap and water to clean up the leaking cum that was draining from their cunts and asses. When the initiate was clean they released the head brace and arm and knee restraints. When finished they stood beside the initiate facing Karen. When all of them were standing, two brothers stepped up and unlocked the top board of the bench and with the help of the attendants lifted it up to its maximum height and locked it in place. They then helped the initiate up off of the initiation bench and helped the sister to stand facing the brethren of the fraternity. When the attendants were sure that their initiate could stand on their own, the initiates dog was returned to her. When all of the initiates were standing with their companion dogs the attendants stood back facing Karen. Karen nodded to them and they took the carts with the cleaning supplies out of the room. Karen stood up and announced, Now that the initiates have completed the required phases of the ceremony, they have earned the right to receive their chain of binding. This chain symbolizes the binding commitment that they have made to their fraternity brothers and the corresponding commitment that the brothers have made to them thus binding us all together now and forever. The sister will be required to wear this chain as long as she is an active member of the sisterhood. Karen, Darren and Jack all got up. A brother came up with a silver tray with five long gold chains on it. The three went up to April followed by the brother with the chains. Darren and Jack stood at a forty five degree angle facing April with Karen directly in front of her but facing the assembled brothers. The attendant with the chains stepped up in front of Karen and stopped. Karen picked up one of the gold chains by its ends and turned around presenting an end to Darren and the other end to Jack. When they took the ends of the chain she knelt down in front of April. Darren and Jack clipped the end of the chain they were holding to a small almost invisible loop on the bottom center of the choker necklace. Once they had connected the ends of the chain to the necklace, all three of them picked up a clip strategically placed on the chain and attached the chain to Aprils clit and tit rings. When they were done, Karen stood up and they all three took turns giving April a kiss and a hug congratulating her on successfully completing the initiation ceremony. They then moved on to the next sister and awarded her, her chain. They repeated this with each sister. When they were done with the final sister, the three returned to their chairs and stood in front of their seats. Karen announced, Brothers of Omega Psi I present you, your new sisters. I charge you to love, honor and protect them as you would a member of your own family. We have established a set of rules that the sisters and brothers must live by. Any violation of these rules will result in an immediate disciplinary council. Those rules are as follows. Omega Psi Fraternity and Sisters Rules 1. Class work is the most important thing in any brother or sisters life. Any grade below a B in any homework, paper or test for any course will result in daily spanking and loss of privileges with the sisters until said grade is raised back to a B or better. Any semester grade that is a C or worse will result in academic probation. Said brother or sister will be required to be naked in the fraternity house at all times. They will receive daily spankings and mandatory study hall. They will not be allowed to attend any fraternity or sister function until the end of the next semester when they have brought their grades back to a B or better. A second semester with a grade below a B will result in dismissal from the fraternity or sisters. 2. The sisters will be nude at all times while in the fraternity house unless there is a special function or a fraternity members grades fall below a B average for a semester. 3. The sisters will be treated with the utmost respect at all times. Any brother that is found to be talking in a manner not fit for public consumption about any of the sisters, will be asked to leave the fraternity. In the fraternity the sisters have agreed to be your fuck buddies, but outside of the fraternity they expect to be treated as a lady would be treated by a gentlemen. 4. Having sex with a sister is a mutual decision between a brother and sister. Any brother that is found to be forcing a sister to have sex after she has said no will be kicked out of the fraternity and brought up on rape charges. The sisters have agreed that due to their state of dress at most times that they will follow the Reasonable Request Rule as outlined in Karen Wagners Naked in School stories. You will be given a copy of those rules but in short, it means that you can request to cop a feel of a sister or brother that is naked and they cant refuse as long as it falls within the reasonable request rules. Sexual intercourse is not a reasonable request. Refusal of a request will be adjudicated by the fraternity/sister presidency. Anyone just grabbing a member of the opposite sex without requesting will be brought before the disciplinary council. 5. You will notice the chain that the sisters are wearing. By becoming a sister and earning that chain, they have agreed to be your fuck buddies. When you meet a sister and her chain is attached to the choker as it is now, that sister is available. If the chain is not attached to the choker then for whatever reason, that sister is off limits. You can still talk to the sister to set up a future time to get together, but that is between you and the sister. 6. Any and all sexual activity will be exclusively within the fraternity and sister organization. All brothers and sisters will get tested monthly for STDs. Anyone that becomes infected will be banned from any sexual activity for a semester. A second violation will result in a permanent ban. If a brother wants to date someone that is not a sister then he will not be allowed to participate in any sexual activity with any sister. You can read the rest of the rules and by laws at your convenience. Gentlemen, the ladies are here for your and their pleasure. Please love them and cherish them as they are a very special group of young ladies. That concludes the initiation ceremony. Congratulations sisters and welcome to the family. Karen started clapping and the entire fraternity erupted in applause. When the applause died down, Darren got everyones attention. When he did he announced, I am pleased to announce that last month I had a meeting with the supervising board of alumni about funding an extension to the chapter house so that our sisters would be able to stay at the house. I am pleased to announce that I got a call today from the president of the supervising board and they have approved the expansion and the funds to pay for it. Construction begins at the end of the spring term and will be completed by the fall term. Their will be ten rooms in the new addition for the sisters to live in and a special room in the basement for fun and games. At any given time we should have at least twenty sisters belonging to the fraternity so that would allow them to share a room, two to the room. If we end up with more than twenty sisters, we will make additional arrangements for them. I would also like to thank our fraternity queen, Karen Miller, without who this would not have even been possible. Lets give her a big hand of applause. The entire fraternity erupted in applause and cheers and whistles for Karen. The next couple of hours were spent with the sisters mingling with the fraternity brothers and the attending alumni getting to know them. Being that they had all cum at least three times that night already there were no requests for any additional sexual activities much to the relief of the girls who were sore in every hole and especially there ass cheeks. The brothers started leaving about one in the morning with the last one leaving by two thirty Saturday morning. When the last of the guests left, Karen gathered the girls together. She gave each one a big hug and kiss and congratulated them. She stood back and said, You girls were absolutely wonderful tonight. I was afraid that one of you would want to stop during the paddling but you all took it so well. When you get back upstairs you will find a tube of analgesic ointment on your sleeping bag to apply to your backside. Your paddle will be there as well. That paddle is yours and yours alone. You earned the right to keep it. As I said during the ceremony, any brother that breaks a rule and must be disciplined will receive a spanking from each of you for the number of swats determined by the disciplinarian council. So take good care of it. I know that right now you all will continue to live where you are. But it looks like you wont have to worry about living in a dorm or renting a place for the fall semester. I assure you that you dont have to live at the fraternity house but I for one would recommend it. As much as you are going to be over here it would make it a lot easier. Now go upstairs and clean up and get some sleep. Sleep in as late as you want. The brothers have promised to clean up the mess from the ceremony. Just one final thing before I release you. Please remember that for now, April is the sister President. She will stay as such until the beginning of the fall semester where you will have the opportunity to vote for another president. From that point on, the president of the sisters will be elected and not appointed. The elected president will be responsible for the part I played in tonights ceremony. You will find the entire ceremony spelled out in the new rules book that you will be receiving soon. After this fall, the sister president will take over the room I am in. I wouldnt feel right in keeping it once I was a sister for real. I look forward to joining you all in the fall, now lets all go to bed. The girls all ran upstairs and briefly cleaned up before going to sleep. The next afternoon Karen went and took her GED and passed with flying colors. The following week end she took the ACT and got a 30 on it. With the connections that Darren had she was accepted to attend the university on a work study program starting with the fall semester. Each weekend, Sheri came by and worked with Karen on teaching her about her sister and all of the things she needed to know to assume the real Karen Millers identity. In late April, Karen started to really show that she was pregnant. She asked Darren if he could find an adoption lawyer to help find a couple to adopt the baby. She decided it would be best to have the baby adopted so she could forget her previous life. Something she would never be able to do if she had the child there all of the time to remind her. Darren agreed to see if he could find a lawyer that was an alumnus of the fraternity to help with the adoption. After contacting about a dozen of the lawyer alumni he found one that was currently working with a couple that was looking to adopt. He explained about Karen wanting to give up a baby for adoption and he agreed immediately to make arrangements. Karen decided that she didnt want to know who the couple was that adopted the baby so she wouldnt be tempted after the fact to try and find her. They all agreed that the adoption would remain anonymous. At the end of the spring semester, Darren and Jack took a hiking trip in the mountains. When they returned they took Karen to meet his parents for the first time with the made up story that they just happened to find her while on their hike. They all stuck to the story they had made up indicating that she had no idea where her captor had kept her because she had wandered for so long in the wilderness. Of course Darrens parents notified the authorities and a search was made to try and find the villain, but nothing came of the search because she couldnt remember anything about where he was and could only give a general description of him due to him wearing a mask any time he was with her. All she knew was that it was an old cabin with minimal facilities. After a few days of searching it was all called off and declared an unsolved mystery. Karen was able to successfully pass muster as Karen Miller. The times she was asked something that she should have known as Karen Miller she blamed it on the amnesia and everyone bought it because she knew so many things that no one but Karen Miller would have known. She lived with Sheri, Darren and his parents for the summer. They dotted on her as if she were their own long lost daughter. Karen received more love and attention from Darrens parents during that summer than she did her entire life from her own parents. For once in her life she felt as if she truly belonged to a family. It was shortly after Karen returned as Karen Miller that Darren announced his engagement to Sheri. When his parents protested about her being too young he explained how the two of them had fallen in love because of how they appreciated each others drive to support the other during the aftermath of the accident. When his parents asked about what Karen thought she immediately responded that after what she had been through that she had no desire at that time to be romantic with anyone. She also explained how she thought it absolutely appropriate that Darren, her best friend and her sister would fall in love and get married. After Karens impassioned support of the engagement, Darrens parents accepted the inevitable. The date was set for the 25th of June after Sheri Graduated from College in six years. Darren agreed with that as it would give him time to get established and buy a home for them. Karen of course acted ecstatic when Sheri officially asked her to be her brides maid. It was all a carefully choreographed show for the sake of Darrens parents to make them believe that it was all spontaneous and hadnt been planned already for several months. On the 19th of June she gave birth to a seven pound fourteen ounce baby girl. The adopting couple was notified when she went into labor. After a normal and uncomplicated delivery, the baby was born. Immediately after birth the baby was taken to the adopting couple to allow them to bond with the baby. Karen did not want to even see the baby because she knew that if she did, she wouldnt want to give it up. After delivering the baby, Karen focused on getting back into shape and getting ready for the fall semester. Karen had been going through the motions of applying to start the fall semester at the university to make it seem realistic for Darrens parents. Darren had arranged with his contact in admissions to send a copy of the acceptance letter that Karen had received earlier to his parents house with the summers date. His parents bought the lie that once they learned of Karens history, they gave her special dispensation to admit her late. His parents rented an apartment near the university for Karen using money that had been put in a trust for the surviving children of Sheris deceased parents. Karen convinced Darren that it would be appropriate for her to move there and live until she became an actual sister and that her room should go to the President of the sisters. Darren reluctantly agreed with her. When classes started in August, Karen had enrolled to major in business. She applied to work at the college science library as part of her work study scholarship. She reasoned that when things were slow, she would have time to study. She quickly became acclimated to the set up of the library and was the most sought after assistant to help find research articles for people. It was about half way through the semester that a married couple working jointly on a doctorate research program started asking them to help them. It didnt take long for them to come to realize that Karen was indispensable to them. One night the couple brought a baby in with them. It had been crying so much all evening that a lot of students were complaining. The couple was just getting up to leave when Karen came up to tell them about the complaints. She asked if she could hold the baby for a minute. When the baby was in her arms, it almost immediately quit crying. Karen played with the baby for as long as she dared before having to go back to work. That led to the couple to offer Karen a job and to pay for her to take the courses to become a research coordinator for medical research. They also offered her free room and board in a basement apartment of their home. This began Karen Millers association with Tom and Nancy Warren and their daughter Sarah. It was to be the beginning of a wonderful time in Karens life. Karen immediately fell in love with the baby girl and decided that she wanted to be a part of her life. She readily agreed to the Warrens proposal. It didnt stop her from becoming a sister to the Omega Psis. She still participated and passed the pledge week and initiation ceremony during the fall break. It was a cake walk compared to what she had endured before. The fraternity completed the addition to the fraternity house for the sisters as scheduled. The basement of the addition was outfitted for every possible type of sex play imaginable to include stuff for BDSM. That was especially for Jennifer and Brenda who came to love BDSM play. Most of the sisters stayed in the rooms of the addition as planned. The couple of sisters that didnt stay at the house had other arrangements that were more conducive for them and their majors or employment. Karen became a sister as planned and took four years to complete her double major. She became president of the sisters after the first year and stayed president until she graduated. Each of the five senior sisters were required to recruit one new sister each semester. With Karens guidance and instructions they became very adept at recognizing and recruiting some of the smartest and sexiest girls on campus. The girls recruited were extremely amazed at the fact that they were recruited because most fraternities and sororities were social and catered to a certain clique of students. They usually went after the most popular or those of a certain academic major. Most of the girls were too afraid of rejection to even try to join one. And to be recruited to be a sister to the most exclusive fraternity on campus was almost overwhelming to them. The Omega Psi Fraternity had become the hardest and most selective fraternity to join because the admission requirements were so strict and because of the beautiful girls that were always associated with the fraternity. Two years after Karen joined the sisters, Sheri was recruited as the first freshman sister. She majored in Bio Engineering as biology and genetics were her favorite subjects. She and Karen overlapped for two years in the sisters and they had a lot of fun together. She also spent a lot of time with Karen at her apartment at the Warrens. Their love for each other continued to grow and they became almost inseparable in their free time. Karen enjoyed her four years in college and graduated Suma Cum Laude. She didnt even have to job hunt her senior year because she had already been offered the job of Research Directory for Tom and Nancy Warrens fledgling bio research company. A number of the Omega Psi sisters and brothers also went to work for the Warrens. They were the smartest and best qualified of their major and when Karen recommended them, Tom and Nancy didnt hesitate to hire them. Darren and Jack were the first hired from the fraternity and Lorraine and Jennifer were the first sisters. Tom and Nancy became so happy with their performance that they recruited for new positions from the fraternity and sisters almost exclusively when they wanted college educated employees. They came to realize that only the best of the best were recruited into the fraternity and sisters and could always rely on getting the best bang for the buck by recruiting them. The only problem was that they all took off the same week each spring for vacation. That was so they could attend the sisters pledge week. Sheri was well liked by the other sisters and when Karen graduated, she was voted president of the sisters. When Sheri graduated two years later, she was also recruited and hired by Tom and Nancy. They had come to know and love her from meeting her through Darren. When Darren and Sheri got married almost all of the Fraternity and many of the alumni came to the wedding. Tom and Nancy closed their company down and most of the employees attended the wedding as well. There were close to 800 people in attendance at the wedding. It went off without a hitch and the lovely couple was married with Karen as the maid of honor. It was one of the happiest moments of Karens life. This is end of Chapter 40. This is the end of Karens Story, Part 1 of Karen and Michelles Sad Story. Michelles Story will begin in Part 2. Please e-mail comments to [email protected] or visit my blog at My Blog URL: http://blog.myspace.com/redlegtiger Let me know what you think of my story. I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions. If you are reading this on Storiesonline or BDSM and like the story please vote and comment.

The Little Hitchhiker by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2015 Story codes: Mf13, MMMMf, rape, oral, anal, ws, facial... I think that about covers it! Summary: A sweet little Irish tourist hitches a ride to a show in San Fransisco. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================= "Where you goin' then?" I say through the rolled-down passenger window as I pull over to the side of road--Highway One, about a half-hour north of Santa Cruz. The girl looks like she's trying to be a little punker, and doing a pretty entertaining job of it. Her otherwise apparently blond hair is dyed orange, hanging around her shoulders; she has a lot of make-up on. Well, a lot of mascara at least. And she's wearing a white schoolgirl blouse and a green plaid-and-pleated skirt, with a thick studded black leather belt. Her shoes are shiny black patent leather, heavy-bottomed and laced up the front. Quite an adorable get-up, actually. And it's made all the more adorable by the fact that she looks like she couldn't be a day over fourteen. "San Francisco," she says in the most adorable little voice, an absolutely mesmerizing Irish accent, as she climbs into the passenger seat. She's just like out of a dream for me--an adorable little teenage Irish punker girl. Perfection! "I'm going to a show!" she adds. "A show? Like what kinda show?" "Like, a band!" "Yeah? What band?" "Ramshackle Army!" she says, all bubbly. "Ever heard of them?" "Yeah, I think I've heard of them. Irish punk, right?" "Yeah, 'cept they're from Australia." "Oh, really? I didn't know that. I love Irish punk!" "Really?!?" she bubbles again. What an adorable child this girl is! "Me too!" "I didn't know they were in town, though, that's pretty cool." "They are! They're at the.." She takes her phone out of her little purse. "...the Great American Music Hall. You know where that is?" "Sure. I can probably take you right there." "Awesome! Thanks!" The girl settles down into her seat as I put the car back into drive and check the traffic. "So, you're hitchhiking to the show then?" I ask, curious about the circumstances that got her here. "Yeah, I don't have enough money for the bus. I'm not even sure I have enough to get a ticket to the show." "How much do you have?" The girl reaches into a pocket on her skirt and pulls out a wad of cash. She looks at each bill individually, like they're unfamiliar to her. Looks to me like it's all a bunch of one dollar bills. She counts each one. "Uh, nineteen dollars," she says. "Yeah, that doesn't sound like enough." "No?" She looks over at me, concerned. "No, you're gonna need more." I concentrate on the traffic, pulling back out onto the highway. "But... How will I get more?" "I bet you can think of a way," I say, still concentrating. The girl bites her lower lip, looking out the passenger side window. "Um..." she finally says after a pregnant pause, "...maybe... Do you have any money?" I snort out a laugh. "Sure, I got money." "Um..." she says again, "...if I'm... If I'm nice to you, would you maybe give me some money?" "Nice to me? Whadda ya mean?" She bites her lip again and looks out the window. "I could..." She doesn't even look at me. I can hear her voice trembling through that gorgeous Irish accent. "I could suck you." "Yeah?" I look over at her. The girl looks awfully damn cute, all nervous to be offering up her services. I can definitely see getting a blow job from this little cutie. "You ever suck a guy before?" "Yeah," she says, sweet little voice still trembling, "a few times." "Alrighty then," I say. "Um, like, maybe, twenty dollars?" "Twenty dollars?" "Yeah, is that too much?" She looks at me, so nervous. "Even if I promise to swallow?" I feel a little pity for the cute little nervous thing. "OK, little one," I say to her. "Twenty bucks if you promise to swallow." "I promise." Somebody taught the girl well, I gotta say. You don't get this good just by sucking a thirteen year old boy a couple of times. Some man in her life has gotten plenty of good head in this adorable little mouth. She keeps her jaw down and her teeth off, and she bobs and jacks like she knows exactly what she's doing. In less than a minute she's already got precum flowing out of me and she's slurping it down, just like she promised. It took me a while to find a suitably deserted parking lot, once I'd exited the highway, but I did find a nice dirt lot at a construction site in the woods; it being Saturday, we have the place to ourselves. "OK, sweetie," I say, grabbing a couple of fist-fulls of hair and pulling her off my cock. "You're doing great. You're very talented." She gives a nervous smile. "But I don't want to come just yet." I reach down and start unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to check out your goods first." "My goods?" "Yeah, you get to look at my cock, it's only fair that I get to look at you, too, right?" She reaches a hand up to stop my progress down the buttons. "Um..." I grab her wrist and pull her hand away. "It's a package deal, sweetheart," I say, looking at her all serious. "For twenty bucks I get to see you naked, understand?" She nods. "Good." I sit back. "Now take off your clothes." "Um..." I sit up again and put my hand on her face, fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, squeezing tight. I lean in, my hot breath warming her nose and mouth. "It's a package deal, sweetheart. Take your clothes off. Now." Her fingers are trembling as she finishes unbuttoning the blouse. When she opens it and pulls it off her shoulders, I see that she has the most adorable little bra on. "A" cups? Not hardly. This is a little cotton training bra with no cup at all, and just a couple of little budlets underneath. "Bra, too?" she asks all nervous as she finishes taking off the shirt. "Yeaaah," I say with a sarcastic slur, like, Duh! I can see a tear welling in a sweet blue eye. Is that a pang of guilt I feel? No, just a little indigestion. Hee hee. She pulls the bra over her head, revealing the most adorable little baby breasts. Oh my god what sweet little things. Nipples so pale they hardly have any pink in them at all, swollen up just wonderfully with the soft, distended flesh of a newly-pubescent girl's first growth, held aloft by the tiniest mounds of lovely, barely-erupted breasts. In the center of each puffy nipple is an almost imperceptible pin-prick of dark red. A little girl's little teats. Yeah. Oh yeah. She sits there, shaking, letting me stare at those visions of beauty. "Get up on your knees now, sweetheart," I say, after making her just sit there for a half a minute while I stare. "Lift that little skirt and drop your panties." "Oh man!" I just look at her. She does what she's told. She's a good little thing. I can tell somebody's taught her well. She reaches up her pleated skirt, and down come a pair of pink panties. "All the way off, girl. Hand them to me." She slips them off her feet and hands them to me. A tear, now two, flow down her cheeks. I reach out and use her panties to stop the tears. ""Don't cry, sweetheart, it'll be OK, you'll get your twenty bucks. Now lift the skirt and let me see." She shuts her eyes tight, more tears along with that thick mascara running down her cheeks, and lifts her skirt. What a sweet little girlpuss my little hitchhiker has! Just a tiny tuft of blond hair above the two sweetest, palest pussy lips. Not a hint of inner labia, not even her clit, poke out through those chubby lips. Jesus Christ, it looks like a child's sex. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?" I ask. Her eyes are still shut tight, and tears are flowing. She shakes her head, no. Well isn't that sweet! Some lucky bastard's had his cock in that little cunt. No doubt it's the same guy that taught her how to give head so well, and how to be such a good little girl. I stare for a while at that little pussy. Man I bet that's a remarkably tight fuck. "OK, sweetie, back to business." I lean back. "Time to suck some more." She lets the skirt fall and opens her eyes, wipes away tears with the back of her hand, smearing wet mascara in the process. "OK," she says in the sweetest little trembling accent. I can tell she's happy that the stripping is over and she can get back to doing what she'd actually agreed to do. She leans down, opens her mouth, takes my head in. "Oh baby," I whisper. Her little mouth is so warm! Her soft tongue laps delicately at my glands, cleaning off the precum that leaked out during the striptease. Oh, yeah, I like this girl. I like this little cock sucker. I put my hands on the back of her head. I think she knows what's going to happen next, I can feel her tensing up. "Relax," I say softly. "Relax, sweetie, let me do what I want." She looks up at me, sucking, and nods. Damn she looks so fucking cute with my cock in her little mouth! "That's right, you're a good girl, aren't you? You're gonna be nice to me. You're gonna let me do what I want." She nods again, still looking up at me. In a strong, quick motion, I pull her head into me, I push my hips into her, and my cockhead burrows into the back of her mouth. Warmth, tightness, a sucking, swallowing feeling! Oh, fuck, yeah! Right down her fucking throat! The girl's beautiful blue eyes go wide, and her face gets all red, and she's clearly trying to gasp around my huge member so rudely lodged in her esophagus. She lifts her sweet little hands up, puts them on my belly, tries to push me away. I hold her in place for a few seconds while she pushes at me, just so she knows she's not actually strong enough to resist me. There's really nothing she can do, she's entirely at my mercy. Then I let up. She pulls off, gasping and coughing, a big string of viscous phlegm connecting her to my cockhead. I give her a moment, and then, "Alright bitch, back on, let's go." She looks up at me with pleading wide eyes, but she knows her duty. Someone trained her well. And it's jaw down, mouth wide, right back on my cock again. I gently stroke her hair as she starts sucking and jacking. "That's a good girl," I say. "You're being very nice to me." I let her work it for a little while before I two-handed grab the back of her head again. The poor thing knows what's going to happen, but I wait a little while. It's fun for her to know, but not know when. But she does prepare, she puts her hands on my stomach, ready to push me away again. And then, I hold that little head tight in place as I shove that cock down her throat. She sputters and coughs and gets all wide-eyed and pushes hard against me with her hands. "No, bitch!" I say as I grab a wrist and pull it off of me. Nice, I'm so much stronger than her that I can hold the little girl tight in place with just one hand! Even while she struggles! Once I've yanked one of her hands off my stomach, I grab her face, fingers splayed around, and squeeze. "I'm gonna fuck your throat, bitch, now be good and just take it!" And I start fucking her, sliding my head in and out. What a nice throat for throat fucking! She's sputtering and coughing and trying hard to pull away. But the little thing's gotta learn, doesn't she? When a man wants to fuck her throat, she needs to just sit there and let him do it. So I gag her repeatedly, over and over, ten or twenty times. In and out, in and out, my huge bloated head ramming down the little girl's throat. Fuck yeah! Finally she works up the strength to pull off, and I let her go without a fight. But I'm afraid it's a mistake, little one; I was about ready to cum and this whole thing could have been over for you in another ten, twenty thrusts down your tight little throat. But now... Well, the orgasm's passed, and I'm pissed. And that ain't gonna turn out well for you, little girl. She's gagging and sputtering and coughing but I reach out and wrap a big strong hand around her throat. I'm not choking her, just threatening to. And I push her down and back, onto the car seat. Her eyes go wide and I can tell she knows what I'm doing. Once the poor thing is on her back, I climb on top of her. With my hand still wrapped around her neck and my face right in front of hers, I use a harsh, scratchy whisper. "Open your legs," I say. "Let me do what I want and everything will be OK." "Bu..." she stammers in her adorable accent, laced with fear. "But I don' wan'..." I squeeze her neck now. My free hand is pulling up her skirt. "Open your legs, bitch! Let me do what I want!" She's looking up at me with those adorable wide terrified eyes. "I..." she stammers, hoarse and quiet. "I can't breathe." I'm spreading her legs with my knees. I can feel her resistance leaving her. "Just let me do what I want, and you'll be OK." She nods. "OK," she says, quiet and hoarse. "OK! Just don't hurt me!" I'm all business for the next few seconds, getting my cockhead into the opening of her girlsex. Once he's burrowed inside her, tight little wet lips splayed open around him, I lean in and kiss her, right on the lips. "That's a good girl," I say. "You be a good girl now, you be nice to me and let me do what I want, OK?" She nods. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" My cock is pushing in now. She's dry. I love fucking a girl dry. She nods again. "Tell me," I say, pulling back and pushing in, fucking the little thing now. Her voice is shaking, but she says it. "I'm a good girl." God that sounds nice in that trembling Irish accent. And as she says those words, I can feel her suddenly get a little wetter. Sweet! I kiss her on the lips again. "You're a little slut," I say. She nods again. I'm in her all the way now. She's fully lubricated, but tight as fucking hell. Jesus Christ I've never had a pussy this tight before. "You're a whore!" I shout as I really start railing on the little thing. She has a look of terror on her face. "Oh fuck! You little bitch! Oh fuck!" My adrenaline is firing so hard now I can't stop. I don't actually mean to cum yet, I want to enjoy it for a lot longer than this, but here I am, spurting my semen into the young girl's little teenage womb. "Oh fuck!" I shout a few more time as I dump a gigantic load into her sluthole. "Oh fuck," I say again, in the come down. She's just looking up at me with those big blue eyes. Once my cock deflates a bit, I pull out of her. I suddenly find that I really have to pee. "I gotta piss," I tell her. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." She nods. I pull up my pants, climb out the door, and walk around to the back of the car. As I'm standing there, waiting for the pee to start, I can see her laying on the back seat, her legs still open wide. She's not doing anything, nothing at all, just lying there motionless and staring up at the ceiling of the car. Suddenly I have a thought, and I walk over to her side of the car and open the door and grab her by her underarms and pull her so that her head is hanging out of the car. Then I aim my cock at her face and the pee comes. A nice big solid stream of urine, warm and splashing right onto the lovely girl's pretty little face. She doesn't say a word, doesn't do a thing except turn her head to the side while I just stand there urinating on her. "Ah," I say, as my bladder is happily drained. After shaking a bit of the excess off onto her face, I step above her and squat a bit, so that my cock is above her mouth. "Clean it off, little one," I tell her. "Be a good girl and clean my cock now." She's looking up at me with those big blue eyes, like she's begging me to not do this, but she opens her mouth. I slide my happily limp cock, still tingling from fucking her tight cunt and still dripping a little bit of piss, into her mouth and the poor little thing sucks it clean. And, to my delight, while she sucks I feel blood flowing to the little guy again and he starts getting hard. "There you go," I say as I take my freshly-cleaned dick out of her mouth. I pick up her panties and hand them to her and let her wipe her face off a bit. While she does it, I have my cock hanging right in front of her face so she can see me getting nice and hard. Time for round two! She looks like she's about to start to cry, but she's like a rag doll as I drag her out of the car. I love it, she's completely submissive now. She's gonna let me do whatever I want. And that's good, because I am not going to ask for permission, that's for damn sure. I turn her over so she's kneeling on the ground and push her face-down into the dirt. I lift her skirt and spread open her ass cheeks, exposing the most adorable little pink anus. I slobber some spit on my cockhead and position him at her butthole. I grab her hips and push in. Only now does she realize what I'm doing. "No," she whimpers, "not there!" I'm all smiles now, I love the way she whimpers in that pretty little Irish accent. I push my head all the way in. That little anus is the tightest thing I have ever fucked! She sobs as I pull back and push in. I just fuck her anus with my head, feeling that tight muscle squeezing me. She sobs the whole time I rape her ass. Eventually I pull out of her anus and flip her over. The girl is emotionally drained now, hardly even coherent. I wipe my cock off on her skirt, then finger her little puss for a moment. "Time for one more party, little one," I say. "Please..." she sobs. "Please don't." My cockhead stretches her pussy lips open as I commence to raping her again. "You just be quiet." I'm sliding in and out now, nice and slow. Gonna take my time now, that's for sure. Poor little pussy's going to be raw when I'm done. And I do take my time, ten or fifteen minutes at least. Every time she starts sobbing, I tell, her, "Be quiet now little one. Be good." And she nods and tries to stop crying, as best she can. Eventually, little pussy is getting awfully raw. The poor thing isn't keeping us lubricated any more, and I know that it's time to finish this up. So I start fucking the girl hard. Big, solid strokes, treating her just like a woman. My balls are whacking up against her ass. "I'm getting ready sweetheart," I say to her as I grunt and she moans. "I'm gonna cum!" "Are you... going to... cum in me?" she asks breathlessly. "Oh yeah." "What if..." "Oh YEAH!" "...I get pregnant?" "OH FUCK YEAH!" I slam in as deep as I can and hold myself there as my cum streams out of me and into her fourteen year old womb. "Take it whore!" I shout. "Take my fucking cum!" I rear back and slam in again and unload another giant shot. "Oh fuck! You little whore!" A few more shots, and I'm finished draining my balls into her fertile little girl-body for the second time that afternoon. I leave my cock inside her, twitching through the final throes of the orgasm, and lean over and kiss her sweaty face. "You were very nice to me," I tell her. She just looks up at me with her big wide blue eyes, dyed orange hair matted to her face with sweat and pee and tears, and she nods. "You're a nice girl, aren't you? Let's get you cleaned up now and get you to your show, OK?" She nods again. Once we're back on the road, I ask her if she needs to stop somewhere to clean herself off. She's looking out the window in complete silence, but she nods. I'm not sure yet whether the girl is going to rat me out, I actually sort of don't think she is, but I'm not sure and I'm not willing to take the chance, so no way am I going to let her go into the restrooms at a truck stop or something. "If we stop at one of those little sea-side beach parks, you can wash your face off in the ocean, OK?" She nods again. "OK," so soft I can barely hear it. At the beach she kicks off her shoes and socks in the sand and wades out into the waves. There are a few other people around, a couple of families having picnics, but luckily they aren't paying much attention to her and she lifts her skirt and splashes water on her still-bare pussy, cleaning the poor thing off as best she can. She even splashes a little on her asshole, and she winces a bit, like maybe the salt water stings. Then she splashes water on her face, and in her hair, and she climbs back out again. Back at the car, we sit on the hood and she pulls a make-up kit out of her little purse and thickly applies her mascara again. "Do I look OK?" she asks, turning to face me as she runs her fingers through her salt-encrusted hair. "You look great," I answer. It's not entirely true. But if her somewhat disheveled appearance contrasts with how cute she was when I first picked her up, it definitely helps in other ways. It makes her look like she just got ravaged. It'll make every man at her punk rock show want to take her out to the alley and fuck her brains out. That reminds me. "Hey," I say, "I owe you money." I take out my wallet and take out some twenties. "Here you go." She takes the money, counts it. "A hundred dollars? So much?" I try to give her a sheepish smile. "Yeah... You know..." She stuffs the money in the pocket of her skirt and, looking off to the horizon over the Pacific ocean, gives a snarky little up-turned lip smile. "Are you OK, then?" I ask. "I won't tell anyone what you did to me, if that's what you mean." "Oh... OK, thanks." "As long as you take me to my show." "I will," I say. I stand up, and she stands up, too, and we get back into the car. "So," I ask her, "whadda ya gonna do after the show? You can't exactly get back to Santa Cruz or wherever in the middle of the night. Where you gonna sleep?" She's looking out the window again. "I don't know." "You can stay at my place." She keeps looking out the window. "Why?" she says, real quiet. "So you can rape me again?" "Hey," I say. I put my hand on her knee. She looks over at me with squinting red eyes, a tear running down her cheek. I take my hand away. "That was just for fun back there," I say, "right?" "Fun?!? Fuck you!" "Hey, you're the one that offered to suck me for money! What did you think was gonna happen?" "I didn't think you were gonna rape me!" I think of a million mean comebacks to that. But I decide to take a different tact. "Well, sorry. I guess I thought..." "You thought it was just for fun?" "Yeah, I mean, just a little rough sex between a couple new friends, you know?" "Do you always have sex like that?" she asks. "Not always. Sometimes. Some girls really like it that way. I thought, maybe..." "You thought I liked it that way?" she asked. "Maybe." She looks out the window for a while longer. "If I stay at your house tonight, will you..." "Will I rape you?" "Well... Will you have rough sex with me?" she asks. "Depends," I answer. "On what?" "On whether you want me to or not." She looks at me with angry red eyes. "I don't." "OK then," I say. She looks back out the window and is quiet for a while. "Why should I trust you?" she asks eventually, almost in a whisper. "You can always call the cops on me." "That's true," she says in the same almost-whisper. "So you really gonna let me sleep at your place?" "Sure." I buy two tickets to the Ramshackle Army show from a scalper, it being sold out. The tickets are dear, thirty bucks a piece. Inside, it's a lot of fun. I'm pretty clearly with one of the hottest girls there, she's got the attention of all of the guys in attendance, and most of the girls for that matter. I assert my ownership, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in tight, and she lets me, possibly because the alternative seems even worse--there's a lot of lecherous stares from some pretty scary-looking freaks. After the show, we both sleep in my bed that night. I'd planned on fucking her again, but I'm pretty exhausted from the show, slam dancing and all, and I just fall asleep. She looks awfully cute the next morning, still with the thick mascara and the little punker girl outfit. She's out cold exhausted, the poor thing. Yesterday had been a heck of a day for her. I slip out without disturbing her and go to make some coffee. My roommate is in the kitchen already. "Hey John," he says. "Hey Henry." I pour a coffee. "Hey," I say, "like, I got a girl in my room." He grins. "Sweet!" "Yeah, picked her up at the Ramshackle Army.show last night." "Awesome dude." "Thing is, though, she's... young." "Yeah? Like, how young?" "Like, sixteen." I couldn't bring myself to tell him the real truth. "Fuck, you picked up a sixteen year old last night?" "Yep." "Did ya fuck her?" "Damn right." "Fuck! You lucky bastard!" "Hey, you know, after I'm done with her this morning, I bet she'll let you have a go at her." "Really?" "Yeah, That's the kind of girl she is. She'll at least give you a blow job if you offer her twenty bucks." "Sweet! I like your new girlfriend already!" It's pretty special, how the girl lets me fuck her when I go back in after my coffee. She's not exactly enthusiastic, but it isn't rape this time. She lets me undress her, and from there, it's just a straightforward cum dumping. The only thing she says is something about getting pregnant again. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'll get you a morning after pill, OK?" "OK," she says. We lay in bed chatting for a while afterwards, about the show and shit, and then I'm like, "Hey, I want you to meet my roommate." I get her one of my teeshirts, which is so big on her sweet little body that it's like a dress. The girl is completely naked underneath. And we go out to the livingroom to meet Henry. And maybe our buddies Bosco and Louie, they're usually around this time of day. All three of them are there, and we slept so late it's already after noon so the boys have already cracked some beers. The girl sits on my lap on the couch, which is sweet. Not so sweet is the fact that I don't actually know her name, but she deals with this pretty adeptly. "I'm Jackie," she says, smiling at the guys. I can tell they're all in love once they hear her accent. My little Irish punker girl. Bosco gets us both a beer, and Henry puts on some music and lights a joint. Not too much later, Jackie's had three beers and smoked a couple of joints and I have my hand on her thigh, on the inside of her leg. And I can see the boys are looking, and I want to give them a good show. so I lift the bottom of the shirt so they all get a nice look at the little one's adorable little pussy. She giggles and pushes my hand away, and pulls the shirt back down, but not before the boys get a nice look. I put my hand right back on her thigh and slide it up a bit, and she's giggling and I kiss her on the cheek. The guys all watch as she turns her head to me and lets me kiss her and we start making out, while my hand slides on up and I start fingering little pussy. She reaches down, puts a hand on mine, seems to be trying to pull my hand away from her puss. But I don't let her, and she eventually seems resigned to, if not exactly accepting of, the fact she's going to be fingered right in front of a bunch of strangers. Pretty soon she's grinding, and pussy's soaking, and I push my middle finger all the way up to the last knuckle. She lets out an adorable little moan into my mouth while I finger fuck her. Right in front of my fucking buddies! I pull my finger out and hold it up in front of her mouth. She knows what to do. Somebody trained this girl well. She opens her mouth and I slide my finger in, and the boys watch, entranced while the little girl sucks my finger clean, and then keeps on sucking it while I slide it in and out, just like it's a little cock. While she's doing that, I use my other hand to lift the shirt again. She closes her legs in response. "Come on, sweetheart," I tell her. "Spread those legs and let 'em see." She's little miss reluctant, but when I put my free hand on her knee and push, she doesn't resist, and her legs spread open and the boys get a fine look. This is starting to get fun. Time to take it up another notch, wouldn't you say? "Hey, sweetie, these guys, they don't get much sex, you know? Right, guys?" "Fuck you John," Bosco says. "I get as much as you do." "Sure Bosco. You're fucking married! You don't get shit! When's the last time you fucked a girl this hot?" "Fuck you," he says again, and everyone laughs. The girl is still sucking my finger, but her blue eyes are big and wide. "Anyway," I say back to my little Irish punker, "I'm thinking they need something to jack off about later when their girlfriends won't fuck them. How about we let 'em watch us have sex?" A couple of the guys let out a hoot. The girl, of course, demurs, pulling off my finger. "Um... I don't know..." The poor thing. Always playing little miss reluctant. But the teeshirt's already coming off. She may be reluctant, but she doesn't have much resistance left. Not that she really ever had much to begin with. And now my boys are getting to look at those tiny little baby breasts of hers, and the girl is buck naked, in a room with four horny guys. This isn't going to turn out good for her, is it? I stand her up, my hands on her shoulders, and turn her to face the guys. Let 'em look, sweetheart. Let them get a good eyeful of your beautiful body. The girl just stands there, looking adorably shy and embarrassed and nervous. God she's such a sweetheart! I start unbuttoning my pants. "We'll show 'em how good you are at sucking, first, OK?" To my surprise, she just looks at me and then sinks down on her knees in front of me. Damn! What a good girl she is! She pulls my pants down for me, and my boxers, and just starts sucking, jacking and bobbing. Damn she's good. The boys are all excited. They all have their phones out, videotaping the show. I don't really plan on throat-fucking her, I want to get to the actual sex. I want my buddies to see her take my load like a good little slut. But, I do want to show them that she'll take me in her throat if I want her to, so the hands go onto the back of the head again, and she knows what's coming, and I pull in her head and push in my cock and FUCK YEAH! My head goes right down her throat again! God I love this girl. She sputters and coughs, but I hold her in place long enough for the guys to get some pictures before I let her go. After she sits back and clears the phlegm a bit, she just comes right back with her mouth wide open, ready for more. Oh yeah, she's been trained so well! But I'm done with the mouth. It's time for the cunt. I kick off my shoes and pull my pants off, then lie down on the floor and pull her onto me. "You ever fuck on top before?" I ask. She shakes her head no, but she figures out what she needs to do rather quickly, straddling my hips and trying to sit down on my cock. It's so cute how the girl has no resistance any more at all. I reach in and help her get my head in between her lips, and once it's in she sits down and I slide all the way into her wonderfully hot pussy. Jesus the girl is so tight! I lie back with a big shit-eating grin. "Fuck me now, little one," I say. And she does her best, riding me. It's the most adorable thing you've ever seen, a little fourteen year old girl with bright orange punker hair, her face dark red from embarrassment and exertion, trying her hardest to figure out for the first time how to fuck a man when she's on top. The boys are all excited, of course, and Henry's like, "Hey John, you think she'll give me a blow job while she fuck you?" She looks at me with her eyes wide and shakes her head no. "Yeah, of course she will," I answer. And of course she does. One by one, she blows each of the guys while she trying her hardest to fuck me at the same time. It's a little too hard for her to actually get them off, so after a while they just pull out and let the next guy have his turn, and then all three of them jack off, right in front of her face. Henry pops off first, I've heard from the girls he's with that he's always over-anxious. "Oh, shit," he hollers, as a big shot of cum fires out at point-blank range. The little girl squinches her eyes and shakes as it strikes her. He unloads the rest in her hair. The other two finish off in pretty much the same way, big old shots across her face and plenty in her hair. She's quite a mess when they're done, I'm sure you can imagine. But she takes it all like the little sweetheart that she is. Once they're finished, I stand up with my cock still impaling her and flip her over, face-first on the coffee table, and I finish off myself. A few good solid strokes, and a nice hard orgasm, filling the little bitch full. Bosco comes over with his phone and gets a nice close-up video as I leave her, a big old dollop of my cream oozing out of her cunt and dripping down her leg. Afterwards, I take Jackie out, not even giving her a chance to shower off. It's sort of fun to be out with her when both of us know she has a bunch of cum in her hair. We go to a pharmacy first, then spend a bunch of time doing tourist shit around town. She's having an awfully good time, actually. It's pretty sweet. I ask her about a train ticket home, but it's already late and even though she probably could get a train, she isn't exactly ready to go right now, and besides I sort of get the impression that maybe she doesn't plan on going home anyway? "Um..." she says... "Do you think maybe I could stay just one more night? I mean, tonight? If it's OK with you?" Fuckin' right it's OK with me! 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This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============= The Lighthouse (story codes: Mg(11), nc, first, oral, anal) I slammed on the brakes and threw my truck into reverse, drove backwards about a hundred feet and quick rolled down the passenger window. "Hey!" I yelled over the roar of the storm. "You alright?" I'd barely even recognized the figure by the side of the road as a human; it was crouched on the ground, completely covered in a big oilskin raincoat. In the gathering darkness, it looked like a rock, or maybe even a discarded bag of garbage. I'd just noticed a hint of the glimmer of the oil skin reflecting my headlights and only after I'd driven past did it dawn on me what exactly it was. The person's head lifted and a pair of dark eyes peered up at me. "You alright?" I shouted again. The mouth moved, but I didn't hear a thing. The wind was really starting to kick up, promising to blow into an October blizzard, hitting us hard and hitting us early. I reached over and swung open the passenger door. "Get in!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The figure slowly rose, tightening the oilskin coat, and walked to my truck, swaying against the wind, and climbed in. With the door closed, the person finally pulled off the hood of the oilskin. To say I was shocked would be a bit of an overstatement, but surprised, for sure. Revealed from underneath the big hood of that big oilskin coat was the little face of a girl, soft and pale and delicate, with long straight tangles of dripping wet hair falling around it. It took me a moment to gather my wits and think of what to say to her. "What are you doing out in a storm like this?" She glared at me with menacing dark eyes. No answer. OK, obviously the wrong question. No doubt she has her reasons, who am I to pry? "What's your name?" She glared some more. "Look, keep your secrets, OK? But ya gotta tell me your name. I'm Bryan," I said. "Bryan Grossman." She glared at me for a little while longer. As my eyes adjusted to the dim illumination of the dashboard lights I could start making out a few details; she looked to be about thirteen, fourteen years old, maybe a bit younger. I'm a bad judge of kids' ages, though. She had a small, skinny face, with shallow, shadowy cheeks that gave her, at least in these circumstances--with the storm raging outside and the greenish glow of the lights from the dashboard reflected on her pale skin--a slightly scary or ghostly look. But above the cheeks, just below her eyes, was a smattering of little freckles, which had the exact opposite effect, making her look cute and childish. But then there were her eyes--dark, penetrating, staring right at me. "Jennifer," she said. It took my addled brain a moment to figure out that she was answering my question this time. Telling me her name. "OK. Jennifer, you need a ride somewhere?" She glared again. "Not trying to pry, Jennifer, just want to help you out. You can't be out on a night like this, it's bad enough now but it's gonna get deadly soon." "I don't need a ride nowhere," she mumbled. "Look, Jennifer, I'm busy. I got to get out to Round Island before this storm turns into a gale and I haven't got any time to waste, OK? But I need to know what I can do to help you." "I'll just get out then." She opened the door and swung a leg out into the storm. The driving rain was turning to thick snow; this was threatening to turn terrible, just as the weathermen had predicted. I grabbed her arm, up near her shoulder. "The fuck you will!" She looked at my hand on her arm with a nasty snarl, shaking her arm to get loose. "Look, Jennifer, I'm not letting you out into this shit, you'll die. This is going to be a fucking hurricane in an hour or two. I guess I'll call the police, they can come pick you up." I started fishing around in my pocket for my cell. "Don't call the police," she said quietly. "OK then, where should I take you?" She looked up at me, big brown penetrating eyes. I could swear I saw a couple of tears rolling down her cheeks although it was a little hard to tell from all the water everywhere. "Can I go to the island with you?" "That ain't a good idea." "I don't have anywhere else to go. I have money. You want money?" "No, I don't want money. What, are you crazy? You can't go out on that lake with me, that's fucking nuts!" OK, those were real tears, definitely. "Hey," I said, putting my hand on her knee, "it'll be OK, OK? Everything'll be fine. I gotta get out to Round Island to fix the light, and I'll probably be stuck out there until this storm blows over. Just getting to the island is going to be dangerous, staying out there is probably even worse. I definitely don't want you out there in this shit." "Please?" I swear she was starting to sob. "Alright, look, OK, you can come out there with me but tomorrow we come right back here and we figure out what to do with you, and if nothing else we call the police and let them sort it out, OK?" "You can't call..." she paused, apparently contemplating her options. "OK." I parked the truck and hauled the cooler out to the motorboat, Jennifer following behind me shrouded from the wind and rain and snow in her oilskin. I stuffed the cooler down in the boat's hold, and indicated to Jennifer that she ought to climb down there as well, and then I untied the boat and took off into the storm. On a good day it's a half-hour to Round Island from Mackinaw City, and this wasn't a good day at all and it took me at least an hour to get there, and the storm was starting to get really nasty now. But I managed to land the boat and unload the girl and the cooler and tie the boat up good and firm. Then she and I trudged our way up to the old rundown keepers' house that will be our humble abode for at least the rest of the night. "I'll get a fire going for you, but then I gotta go figure out what's wrong with the light. Once I get that going I'll get us some dinner, OK?" The girl nodded, looking a bit bewildered. "It'd be good to get your wet clothes off before you catch a cold, but I doubt there's any spare clothes in this dump. I guess the best I got is a musty old blanket." Having got the fire going, I tossed her a blanket and started out the door. "Hang in there, I'll be back as soon as I can." I had a feeling I knew what was wrong with the light; the power was down all along the shore and an old diesel generator was supposed to kick in when the power went out, but the park rangers always forget to check on it and the squirrels love to chew through the wires. Sure enough, the generator was chugging away just like it's supposed to but it wasn't powering the light because one of the wires was in shreds. It was an easy fix, a bit of twisting and some black tape and the light was back on. I was damn glad to have it working again; any boats out on Huron or Michigan tonight are in some serious fucking trouble and they need all the help they can get. Buoyed by my quick success, I briefly considered trying to get back to the mainland before bedtime, but it was already late and I had the kid with me now so I decided that it was best to play it safe and I made my way back against the howling wind to the keeper's house. Jennifer was sitting on the couch--about the only decent piece of furniture in the place--in front of the fire, wrapped in the old wool blanket. Judging from the amount of clothing hanging to dry around the fire I figured she didn't have much on under that blanket. And that thought caused an interesting reaction. Up until that point, I hadn't thought much about the fact that Jennifer was a girl of the female persuasion. She was just a kid, a runaway kid, and I was a state employee with a job to do and a super nasty night to do it on. But now... I'm not sure if you'd really think of the girl as good looking. She was too young to merit that label, for one thing, and too skinny, too. But if you're into girls of a certain physique, and of a certain age--if you like 'em young and skinny as a rail--you'd probably rate her as a prime specimen. Regardless, like pretty much any guy, I ain't picky, and I couldn't help looking at Jennifer in a new way right then. I think the girl knew it, too. But more interesting was that it didn't seem to faze her much at all. She just smiled at me and said, "Light fixed?" "Yeah, stupid squirrels chewed through the wire. You hungry? I'll get some sandwiches." She was definitely hungry, she plowed through a couple of sandwiches in less than a minute. After dinner I stoked the fire up good, it was damn cold in that old house and it wasn't going to get any better; other than the fire, there's no heat in this dump; the boiler conked out decades ago and there's no money nor reason to fix it. Then I grabbed the one thing that all us keepers always made sure was well-stocked in this place: brandy. I sat down on the other end of the couch and poured myself nice tall glass. I peeled my soaking wet socks off of my cold feet and hung them over the fireplace screen and stretched my legs, tipping back the brandy. "What's that?" Jennifer nodded at my glass. "Brandy." "Is it good?" "Keeps me warm." "I'm cold." "I can get you a little glass if you want." "OK." I got another glass and poured the girl a finger of brandy and she drank it down in one gulp. She coughed and wheezed, then raised her eyebrows and shook her head; but then she reached the glass in my direction. "You want some more?" "Yes, please." As the girl drank down her second glass and the wind rattled the loose clapboards on this weary old house, and as my head danced light from the drink, I started getting some decidedly naughty thoughts. I pictured her in my mind, laying there dead drunk while I use each one of her holes as many times as I want. When she reached her glass out for another refill, this one was three fingers rather than one. "So Jennifer..." "Jenny," she said. "Jenny, how old are you." "Eleven." Damn, even younger than I thought. Like I said, I'm a bad judge of age. "So, is that sixth grade?" "Yeah." "Where you from?" "My ma lives in Chicago." "Chicago? What the fuck are you doing all the way up here?" "My sister and her boyfriend are spending the weekend in Cheboygan, and I came with them." "Yeah? Why aren't you with them now?" "Long story." "I got time." I filled both our brandy glasses again. Hers wasn't empty but it's been my experience that if you keep the ladies' glasses full, they're less likely to notice how much they've been drinking. "What about you?" she said. "Are you married?" "My wife left me a couple years ago." She raised her eyebrows and took a big drink of brandy. "Why?" "'Cause she's a bitch." "Did you cheat on her?" "No! You're getting a little personal, aren't you? Beside, you were gonna tell me why you aren't at Cheboygan with your sister anymore." "No I wasn't." The wind was howling hard outside now. The old window panes were rattling and a cold wintry breeze blew through the room. "It's cold in this goddamn house," I said. "I gotta go find another blanket." Jennifer lifted the side of the blanket she was sitting under. "Here," she said, "we can share." "You sure?" She nodded and smiled at me. I climbed underneath the blanket. My hand brushed up against a lot of bare skin as I settled in. "So why did your wife leave you?" "Why you aren't at Cheboygan with your sister?" She giggled and drank some more brandy, then looked at the fire through the amber liquid. "My head's getting sorta light. Is this stuff gonna make me drunk?" "Maybe." I poured some more in her glass and she giggled. "OK," she said, "You really want to know? Turns out my sister's a prostitute." I was a bit stunned by that and sort of sat back. "Huh?" The girl giggled again. "Yeah. I guess her boyfriend's really her, what do you call it..." "Her pimp?" "Yeah, her pimp. So she was doing her thing, like in the next room over. And then her boyfriend, he's like telling me that he's gonna pimp me out, too, that's why they brought me along. I'd make tons of money, he said. He'd be nice and share it with me. So I just grabbed my shit and got out of there. He tried to stop me but I started screaming so he just let me go." We both just sat quiet for a little while, staring at the fire and listening to the wind outside. "So," I said, finally breaking the silence. "You need a ride back to Chicago?" "I got money," she said, "I'll take the bus." "Bullshit. I'll drive you. It'll be fun, like a road trip." She smiled at me. "So, your turn. Why'd your wife leave you?" "It's pretty boring compared to your story. She hooked up with some rich guy from New York and he took her to live with him in his big Manhattan apartment and be his mistress." "Shit, that sucks." "I'm over it. Can't let other people get the better of you, you know?" "That's good," she said. "You got a girlfriend then?" "Well, there aren't a lot of eligible ladies my age in Mackinaw City." "Come on," she said. "You're hot, ladies must want you!" I laughed. "You're nice, Jenny, but you're full of shit!" She giggled and drank some more brandy. "No I'm serious! You must be the most eligible bachelor in Mackinaw City!" "Well, maybe, but that ain't saying much." She smiled at me and settled into the couch some and her eyes started narrowing. The wind and rain and snow ripped through the night outside, but the fire was getting hot now and it was starting to get cozy in our little room. "You getting sleepy?" I asked her. "Nah I'm OK." "You should get up for a sec, this couch converts into a bed. You'll be more comfy with it down. I'll sleep on the floor." She stood up, keeping the old blanket wrapped around her, but it fell off her shoulders and revealed a little bra, sweet and tiny and girlish. "Why the floor?" I looked the girl over as I pushed the couch back a bit and pulled out the hide-a-bed. "I'm worried that if I sleep in the same bed with you..." My voice trailed off, not willing to say what I was worried I'd do. She smiled as she settled down onto the bed. "It's OK," she said so quietly I could barely hear her over the storm outside. At least I think that's what she said. Up until then, my only thoughts about the girl had been in the realm of fantasy. Get her drunk and fuck her? Yeah, sure, but I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm an asshole in a whole lot of ways but I'm not that much of an asshole. But now? Well, she seemed to have given me permission, at least I could reasonably interpret it that way, right? Just looking at the pretty little thing laying there, her soft pale freckled face, her dark eyes, her straight black hair, looking up at me with a silly little smile and heavy-lidded eyes, I could feel my member swell. OK, what the fuck, I haven't had any pussy in a long fucking time. I deserve some, right? But she's only a child. She wearing a bra, right ? That means like she's got tits, I'm sure she's got hair, too. That means she's a woman. But she's so sweet, so vulnerable! That'll just make it all the more fun. But we'll hurt her. Bullshit. Women are made for fucking. She'll get over it. I suppose that's true... The little devil on my shoulder--the one with the little hard-on--having won the argument, I dropped my drawers and I was naked in about a half a second. I climbed under the blanket with her. Her eyes were almost completely shut now, just glassy little slits. I took her arm by the wrist and guided her hand down to my cock. When her fingers made contact, her eyes went wide and she pulled her hand away. "I... I..." she stammered. I put my finger against her mouth. "Shh," I said. Then I took her hand and pulled it down to my cock again. Her eyes narrowed to little slits and she left her hand there this time, cool fingers doing nothing but gripping tight. Then I pushed my hand down her panties. "Wait," she said, trying to reach down to my wrist with her free hand, "I don..." I grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Shhh!" I said. I dug into her panties a bit, feeling soft curls of hair, and down further to warm, sticky lips. And then down came the girl's panties and I climbed on top of her, spreading her legs open with my knees. "I really don't...!" I put my hand over her mouth. "Quiet, now. It'll be OK." She was looking up at my face with those big brown penetrating eyes. She nodded, apparently finally resigned to her fate. I took my hand away from her mouth and lifted it up to my mouth. I licked my fingers, reached down and rubbed them over her hot little pussy lips, then gripped my cock and positioned my head at her opening. I rubbed my cockhead into her lips, feeling their slick flaps of skin wrap around my head, and then in one quick motion I shoved my hips toward her, holding my cock tight as my head burrowed into her tiny little hole and tore open her hymen. She arched her back, her head rolling up so that her chin was lifted and her neck exposed and she let out a painful moan, "Uggghhhaaahhhh!" as my cockhead passed through the shards of her virginity and into her little eleven year old virgin fuckhole. The sound of her moan, and of the gasping sob that followed it, sent a surge of adrenaline through my body, and like some crazed rapist I pulled back and shoved my hips in hard again, my shaft half-way in the little girl now, my big fat head burrowing into her tight hot little hole, forcing her open. Another moan, another gasping sob; the storm was raging outside now and I heard a huge wave crash against the barrier wall right as another surge of adrenaline crashed through my body and I pulled back and slammed in, all the way this time, my head shoving hard into the back of her vagina. She arched her back even further and wailed. Having conquered the little girl now, my adrenaline surge lessened and I settled down to a steady rhythm. The girl, too, seemed to have calmed after the initial assault; she wiped the tears from her cheeks and even looked up at me. I pulled her bra off of her, over her head, exposing her tiny budding breasts, not so much because I cared at that moment to see them or touch them, but simply wanting to make sure she understood that her whole body was mine now, every inch of it. Her little preteen tits belong to me. The snowstorm pelted the windows of the old keeper's house but the wind was blowing a little less now, and Jenny and I rocked together, an experienced man setting a steady pace, taking his sweet time, and a virgin girl laying with her legs splayed wide, learning for the first time what it was like to have a man inside her, to enjoy the sweet agony of being forced open, stretched and spread and strained, and to feel his fullness and hardness deep in her body. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was a very long time, at least from the perspective of a young virgin enduring her first assault. But as the windows rattled and the waves crashed, I eventually came, firing sperm into her little body, and she had no choice but to take it all, completely overpowered by the large man laying on top of her. Afterwards we lay together, holding each other for a while, listening to the hissing of the wood in the fire and of the sleet hitting the old roof of the house. I poured us more brandy and she giggled as she drank hers down. "I'm drunk," she said with a big silly smile. Then she lay her head on my shoulder and five seconds later she was out. I lay with her for a while, watching as the fire started dying, and then got up and put on some more wood. When I returned, Jenny had rolled over onto her stomach, one leg out of the blanket up to her buttocks. I took a couch cushion and, lifting her lithe little body around the waist, slid the cushion under her torso so that her ass was up in the air. The girl did not so much as flinch; just lay completely docile like a rag doll. I climbed up behind her, grasping my once-again engorged cock in my hand, and pushed it into her little eleven year old pussy a second time. She was rather dry, which contributed to the tightness of her childish sex, and I forced my way in and fucked her hard; rough and merciless. She let out a few grunting breaths as I raped her but otherwise she made no outward signs of consciousness at all. After a couple minutes of furious sex, the little girl-pussy was flowing freely, once again hot and sopping wet, happy to have a cock inside her again and doing her best to make sure that he was at least as happy as she was; at this point I pulled out, satisfied that my cock was lubricated enough for what I had in mind next. Gripping my cock again, I used my other hand to spread her ass cheeks open, exposing her little pink anus, puckered, tight and tiny. I positioned my cockhead above the little hole and pushed in, nice and hard. The girl grunted as my thick head stretched her anus open. Her face was to the side and her eyes suddenly went wide open and she looked back at me. I pulled back, all the way out, then pushed in again, my thick head forced her open a second time, her tight little anus clamping down painfully around me. Her eyes rolled up until only the whites were showing, and whatever consciousness she had achieved as a result of the pain of her first experience with anal sex was gone. And so I violated her anus, as the storm continued to rage outside, as the little girl lay underneath me occasionally becoming semiconscious and grunting painfully and looking back at me, then lapsing back into unconsciousness again. I raped her ass for several minutes until I finally felt the need to orgasm boiling up inside me and I pulled out. I turned the poor girl over onto her back and climbed up, kneeling above her face, and stuffed my cockhead in her mouth. Her eyes opened again, looking up at me, dim and foggy, and I jacked myself with my head in her mouth. It only took a couple of strokes and I exploded, unleashing pump after pump of come into the young girl's mouth. Her eyes were closed when I came, but she swallowed, coughing and gurgling, come dripping down her cheek. Jenny sat up, hugging the blanket around her still-naked little body, and drank down the horrible coffee in huge gulps. It seemed to perk her up a bit; before that she was looking pretty bad. "So, we should be able to get back to land this morning," I said, "and then we can drive to Chicago, OK?" She gazed into the fire that I'd just resuscitated. "OK." "I don't really have anything for breakfast here, but we can stop somewhere on the mainland for a bite." She smiled, looking at me. "Thanks." "Sure. For what?" "For being nice to me." I felt a little guilty, hearing the girl say that. "Do you have any money?" she asked. "Sure. How much do you need?" "Like two hundred." I'm sure my jaw dropped. "Two hundred!?" "The thing is, I owe my mom a bunch of money and she won't let me come home unless I pay her." I kind of cleared my throat, not sure what to say. "Please?" She let the blanket slip off her shoulders. "You know what you did to me last night? You can do that again, right now, if you want." "For two hundred dollars?" "I'm not a prostitute." She looked down at the floor. "I just need the money." "I know you're not a prostitute." "You can... you can do anything you want. You can take pictures if you want." She let the blanket fall, exposing her little breasts. It was the first time I'd had a good chance to look at them; they were so very tiny, little more that light-pink nipples rising off her chest. I leaned back on the back legs of the folding chair I was sitting on and took a big swig of the terrible coffee. I knew something was up here. The girl couldn't possibly owe her mom two hundred dollars, could she? I was pretty sure she planned to run away, to keep on running, and that was why she needed the money. I pondered my options. I could just take her home to her mom in Chicago, ruining her chance to run away. Or, I could call the cops, turn the little runaway in. Neither of those were great options because she holds the trump card: if she ratted on me, I'd wind up in prison. And besides, neither of these options led to me getting some more eleven year old pussy, which was an important factor in the decision as well, I imagine you can appreciate. So I decided I'd help her out as much as I could and get pussy in the bargain as well. "Tell you what, Jenny. Let's make a deal. I'll give you five hundred bucks." Her face lit up with a smile. "Five hundred?!" "Yeah, but I get you all day today, we'll drive to Chicago this morning and rent a hotel and I get you all I want all day and all night and then tomorrow I take you to your mom's." She nodded, smiling. "And like you said, I get to do anything I want." "Anything! Even pictures!" Little eleven year old Jennifer sat on the hotel room couch, naked, her legs up and open with her feet on the coffee table. Her hands were between her legs, fingers spreading open her labia. "Like this?" she asked. Her face was bright red. I took picture after picture after picture. A dozen pictures of the girl sitting there spreading her pussy open, and then close-ups of her bright-red face, of her little budding breasts, of her pink pussy spread open by her fingers. I put the camera on its little tripod and started recording a video. I walked over to her, her face and my solid cock the only things visible in the video frame. "You ever give a blow job before, Jenny?" She was looking up at me, big dark beautiful eyes. She shook her head. "You know what to do?" "Uh, just, like, put it in my mouth?" "Well, that's a start." The girl looked down at my cock, focusing her eyes on my head, then lifted her index finger up and placed it underneath my shaft, leaned down, and opened her mouth wide. It really is a fantastic video, I have to tell you, the best blow job video I've ever seen. I've watched it a million times. The girl had absolutely no idea what she was doing and at first I gave her no coaching whatsoever; j just stood there in front of her and let her experiment, let her try to figure out what she was supposed to do. The first thirty seconds of the video is her just sitting there with her mouth open as wide as you could believe and my cock filling it completely. And she was just sitting there, mouth full of cock, staring up at me, wanting me to tell her what to do next. But I said nothing. Eventually she started bobbing her head a little, letting my cock slide over her slippery tongue, sucking as it goes in, letting up as it moves out. "That's it," I said to her. Then, after she'd sucked for another twenty seconds, "You're a little cock sucker, aren't you?" She nodded, my cock bouncing up and down. "Tell me," I said. She pulled off my head. "I'm a little cock sucker," she said, still staring up at me. "Say it when my cock is in your mouth." She opened wide, sucked me in, "I a 'idddle 'ock 'uger," she said. "That's good. I want you to talk when my cock is in your mouth." She nodded again. "O'ay." "You like my cock?" Nodding again, still staring up at me. "Uh uh." "What do you like about it?" "I' 'ig." "Did you like getting fucked by it?" "Uh uh." "You want to get fucked again?" "Uh uh." "Do you like getting come in your mouth?" "I 'on' 'oh." "You'll find out if you like it pretty soon." She nodded again. I pulled my head out of her mouth and lifted my shaft, my balls hanging in her face. "You like my balls?" Her eyes focused on my sack. "Uh huh," she said. "They're big." "Get down underneath them and kiss them. I want 'em soaking wet!" The girl planted big slopping wet kisses all over my nutsack. I was jacking off hard while she did her work, and pretty soon I was on the brink. "OK, that's enough," I said, and she sat back up. I was aiming my cock right at her mouth as I jacked off. "Look up at me now, Jenny, and tell me you want me to come in your mouth." She bit her lip and looked up at me, clearly hesitating. But then she said, a little haltingly, "I want you to come in my mouth." With that I stuffed my head in and my orgasm started. "Take it, slut!" I shouted as I came, an electrifying blast of sexual energy hitting hard in the back of her mouth, and I grabbed her head with both hands. Her head shook with shock, and her eyes went wide, but I held her in place and fired another shot, and another, and another. She had an unhappy grimace on her face when I pulled out, but I put my hand on the bottom of her chin. "Swallow now, Jenny," I said. And her face contorted, eyes squinting shut, but she managed to swallow it down. She started hacking, like she was going to throw up. She stood up and ran to the hotel bathroom and I grabbed the camera and followed her. She leaned over the sink and and I filmed her as she retched two or three times, then rinsed her mouth out. Finally she stood up and smiled sheepishly at me. "Sorry," she said. After the video, I took her shopping. I knew she was planning to run away and I wasn't in a position to judge or second guess that decision--in fact, assuming anything she's told me is true, then it's probably the best decision she can make. I figured the best I could do for her was to to make sure she had what she needed for her adventure. So I got her a good winter coat, a nice big backpack, clothes, feminine products, and most important of all, a toothbrush and some toothpaste. I also bought some Vaseline for use a bit later in the evening. Afterwards, I took her out for a beautiful dinner like only the big city can provide. And then, I was on top of her, sliding my big fat cock in and out of her immature pussy. She was smothered underneath me, barely able to breathe, but I didn't care. The only sounds coming from her body was a steady grunt, each time I pushed in, and the sloppy sound of cunt, wet and getting wetter. I took my time, a nice steady pace, ten minutes at least, and the girl had no choice but to just lay there and take it. Her pussy was tight and tiny, and her lips were hot and sticky, sliding up and down my cock as they made their sweet love to me. I was holding her down now, both hands hard against her face, holding myself up and the weight of my body pushing her down into the bed. I was slamming in and out of her now, fast, hard, brutal. "Oh you little slut," I said quietly. She couldn't see me, my hands were covering her eyes as I pushed her down. "Oh you fucking little slut, you are going to be so full of come!" I pounded the little girl, pounded and pounded her. "I'm gonna make a baby in you! Oh my god!" I pushed down on her face even harder, lifted my head in the air, and bellowed as a huge shot of come fired out of me and into her poor, abused vagina. I bellowed again as I pumped another shot into her. "Oh, yeah, you're gonna have my baby!" I shouted as I pumped a third shot into her. When I'd finished, she looked up at me with a frightened expression. I don't think she had expected something like that when she agreed to my five hundred dollar proposal. But as you can probably imagine, her nightmare had just began. I was planning to get my money's worth from her. The first thing on the agenda after sex was more pictures. I needed some pictures of the young girl after she'd been ravaged. They were good pictures, she looked used and bedraggled, tired and scared. Then I led her into the bathroom where we showered together and I touched her all over, fondling her baby breasts, pinching and pulling on the little nipples. And I cleaned her carefully, running soap all over her. Then I had her get down on her knees in front of me and suck me some more. Once her sweet little mouth had gotten me nice and hard, I led her out to the main room and propped some pillows on the bed and had her lay on them, stomach down. I spread some Vaseline around her anus, gradually pushing my finger in and massaging her. As I worked on her ass, she turned her head and looked up at me with wide, dark, frightened eyes. "Are you going to have anal sex with me?" I pushed my finger into her warm asshole. "I am." She closed here eyes tight and took a deep, trembling breath. "Will it hurt?" "It feels good." Her dark eyes were shining with wetness as she looked up at me. "I'm scared," she said. I climbed up onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and spread Vaseline on my cockhead. Then I directed it down to her anus. She closed her eyes tight. I pushed in, nice and hard. Her mouth went open and her eyes clenched shut and she let out a painful grunt as her anus reluctantly stretched around my hard cock. "Oh, yeah!" I said aloud as my head burrowed into the warmth of her rectum. "Look up at me," I ordered her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I picked up the camera from the bedside table and started recoding a video. "Tell me that you like being fucked in the ass." She just looked at me with her lips pursed and didn't say a word. "Tell me, bitch!" I said, pulling my cock back and shoving it in again, and at the same time slapping her ass hard with my hand. "I like getting fucked in the ass," she said. "There you go, bitch!" And then I lay down on her and fucked her ass for a very long time, feeling that unbelievable tight anus slide so reluctantly up and down my cock. With my orgasm at the boiling point I pulled out, rolled her over on her back, grabbed the camera, and filmed as I jacked the last couple of strokes and then came with ferocity on Jenny's pretty little eleven year old face, thick, hot ropes of come. Jenny and I both knew it wasn't really her mother's house that I dropped her off at the next morning. But we both played along with the charade, and she gave me a little peck in the cheek and said "thanks," and then walked around the back of the south-side brownstone, five hundred dollars richer and a whole hell of a lot wiser about the adult ways of the world. I was surprised at how heavy my heart was as I pulled away from that brownstone. I really wished I could do something more for the girl, but I figured anything I did would result in her being forced to go back home, which was probably already bad and would get even worse. I just wasn't going to do that. So it was with not exactly a clear conscience, but something reasonably close to it, that I headed back onto the freeway to head home. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. Also, visit my story site at www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Lucky Number Seven by Chris Hailey copyright 2015 Story codes: MF Mg11 oral first Summary: The third part of the story of Millie the flower girl; in this one, Millie is Brian's little soccer player, and so much more. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================= Ah, pussy! Brian Thorston thought this to himself as he sunk his cock into the soft, moist flesh of his lover's womanhood. In Brian's opinion, pussy was the finest thing on Earth and the one he was boning right now was worthy of top honors. That it was nestled between the legs of woman who was married to a man other than Brian himself, and a mother of two, was not a concern of his. Liz Barlow was stuck in an awful marriage to an abusive drunk, and if she found escape from her disappointing love life in the form of another man's cock, who was Brian Thorston to judge? And if that cock was his, and better still if she gladly let him go in bare and finish the deed inside her, then all the better, right? Damn right! And besides, not only was she a gorgeous woman, blond and tan, fit as a pro athlete and nicely stacked, but she was also a wonderful companion in other respects, too. Smart, sharp-witted, and so very sweet, traits that--along with her fabulous good looks--she's passed on to her two adorable daughters. Brian couldn't imagine what sort of an idiot would choose drink over this woman. Made him want to punch some sense into her husband, that's for damn sure. But--Ah, pussy!--right now he was benefiting fantastically from her husband's incredible lack of judgment, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He delved deep inside, his cockhead an heroic explorer, plumbing the depths of this wet and wondrous cave; a brave, solitary spelunker, searching deep for the ultimate reward. His balls, super-charged right now, provided fuel to a powerful piston that plunged and reared and plunged again as it worked so diligently at its appointed task, driving the rod in and out of the woman's glistening font. Oh, fuck, pussy is so nice! Especially when it belongs to a woman who wants you to be in charge and will let you do whatever you want! Liz let out a little moan, the sweetest sound you could imagine. Brian knew her thoughts were similar to his, he knew how much she loved cock and loved to be balled by him. But when she opened her eyes, shining bright blue, and wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered, "Come inside today you fucking stud. Make a baby inside me!" his poor balls had met their match and they let loose their glorious creative spunk and he bellowed like some sort of animal while he unloaded into the woman's cunt. All the way in, a glorious pump; out, then all the way in again and another glorious pump. As he finished, a few more solid thrusts and sizable shots, he found once again that it was a lot of fun to fill another man's wife with his cum. After an appropriate few minutes of postplay--a little kissing and tender hugging--he'd gone to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his sweaty face. He hadn't bothered to dress, he didn't even put on even his boxer shorts, since her husband was out of town all week for work and the girls... where were the girls again? As he dried his face on a towel, he happened to look in the mirror. There, looking back at him, was the shocked face of Millie Barlow. It was an adorable face, tanned and round and framed with dark hair, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. After a moment, her beautiful hazel eyes narrowed at his reflection, giving him an accusatory look. "Did you just... 'do it?' With my mom?!?" she asked. The look on her reflected face may have been disgust, though possibly simply disbelief. He wasn't sure which. Brian just paused, holding the towel to his face. "Do it?" was all he came up with to say, as if he was such a moron he didn't understand what she meant. "Yeah," she said. "You just had sex with her, right? You just fucked her, right?" The strong emphasis on the word "fuck," quite a startling thing to hear from the mouth of an adorable little eleven year old girl, made her unhappiness unequivocally clear. Despite being completely naked, Brian turned to face the girl. "Millie..." he said. He saw her eyes fall down to his cock, then she turn and ran away. Still buck naked, he hurried back into the master bedroom, into the very room where little Millie was conceived eleven years earlier. Liz was still lying on the bed, her legs open as she diddled lazily with her clit, a puddle of their adulterously commingled cum spilling out from her sex and onto the bedsheet between her legs. "Um, Millie's home," he said. He started pulling on his shorts. "She knows... She saw what we were doing, or she heard it, or something. She knows." "Shit!" Liz sat up, looking confused and concerned. "She has soccer! What time is it?" "Is it alright if I go talk to her?" Brian asked, pulling on his shirt. "She's pretty upset, and..." "You? I mean, I guess..." She obviously wasn't at all certain why Brian should be the one to have the necessary conversation with the girl, and Brian wasn't about to tell her the truth, that he and Millie had a relationship of their own and he was keenly interested in patching up whatever harm he might have just done to it by getting caught having sex with her mother. So he just finished pulling on his shirt and hurried back out of the room and down the hall to Millie's. The little eleven year old was laying face down on her bed, her head buried in a pile of pillows. "Millie..." Brian said gently. "Go away!" her muffled voice returned from within the pillows. "Listen... Sweetheart..." He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "Go away," she said again, this time much quieter, and with less conviction. He put his hands on her shoulders and began gently rubbing her back. "Millie," he said softly to the back of the girl's head, "your mom and I are close friends, and..." "Is she your 'girlfriend?'" the muffled voice asked with a somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word "girlfriend." "Huh?" he said, sounding like an idiot. "No! I mean, of course not. She's married, and..." "That didn't stop you from having sex with her." "Yeah... Look, I"m sorry, Millie..." "No, I'm sorry," the muffled voice said. "You're sorry?!?" "I'm sorry I'm just a silly girl." "Millie, you're not a silly girl!" "I am. I thought maybe you might want to be, like, my boyfriend," Millie said face-down into the pillows. "Sweetheart," he said, still gently rubbing the girl's shoulders, "I'd love to be your boyfriend." "Really?" She finally turned her head, so that her face wasn't buried in her pillow, and for the first time he saw the sparkle in her hazel eyes. God he loved that sparkle! "I'd be honored," he said. He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. "This thing with your mom, it's not serious, it's just, she needs a little distraction, you know, because your dad..." He didn't know exactly how to finish the thought, but he didn't need to, Millie understood quite well what he meant, and she nodded. "I promise I won't do it again," he said, and then he added, "if it bothers you." She smiled, a sweet little smile that made her look just adorable. "It doesn't bother me," she said softly. "I like it that you want to make her feel good." He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead again. "You are so sweet, Millie." "Does she make you feel good, too?" "Um, yeah, I guess..." "You like it better because you can use her vagina. Right?" "No, not at all!" "I know guys like to use vaginas." "I love what you do, Millie... I love what you did that night, at the wedding." "Yeah?" "Absolutely." He leaned over and kissed her cheek this time. "I told you then that you can use my vagina, remember?" "I'll never forget that, Millie." "I meant it, you know. I want you to." He leaned over again and kissed her on the lips this time. "You're very sweet, Millie." "Hey you guys," Brian heard Liz's voice from the doorway to Millie's bedroom. Shit, did she see me kissing her daughter? "You OK, Millie?" Liz asked. "I'm fine, Mom," the girl answered, perhaps a bit sardonically. "Good, good." You could sense the guilt in her voice. "Um, I'm gonna jump in the shower, so..." "OK," both Brian and Millie said in unison, and Liz, awkwardly dressed in only a terrycloth bathrobe, stepped away from the door and down the hall. Millie looked back at Brian. "Do you want to do it right now?" "Huh?" He sounded like an idiot again. "You know, put it in my vagina!" His heart caught in his throat. "Right now?" He felt a certain stirring in his loins... "I'll let you," she said, "if you want to." A part of him--the part that was growing increasingly hard, as well as becoming increasingly obvious, in his shorts--wanted to jump on top of the girl and mount her immediately. It took a great deal of self-control for him to respond the way he knew was more appropriate. "Oh god, Millie, I really want to!" he said, in all honesty. "But I don't think we'd have enough time." He gave a heavy sigh, clearly indicating his even heavier sense of disappointment. "Your mom might catch us, and that would be... you know. And besides, we don't want to be rushed." "I guess you're right." "We want to take our time!" He smiled at her. "When it's your first time, you want it to be special." She smiled. "That sounds nice." "We should do it at my apartment," he said. "That'd be the best." "I can come over tomorrow!!!" she bubbled in her adorable way. Brian's cock hardened even more. "I can ride my bike over, after soccer!!! I'm done at noon so we could have all day!!!" "Perfect!" His cock was rock hard now at the prospect of fucking sweet adorable Millie all the next afternoon. "Um..." He had an idea... Brian stood up, next to the bed, and looked quickly and surreptitiously at the doorway. "As long as your mom's in the shower, what do you say to you giving me a quickie with your mouth?" Millie just gave him a great big smile, by way of an answer. A few seconds later, she'd sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'll catch it all in my mouth," she said. "I promise. I wouldn't want to get any on my teeshirt, would I?" "No, you wouldn't," Brian answered, his heart thumping. He dropped his shorts to his knees, and Millie was the second Barlow woman he'd penetrated that afternoon. Ah, a little mouth! Brian Thorston thought that to himself as she wrapped her shiny pink lips around the crown of his head and gave him a suck. He always enjoyed a lady's mouth, almost as much as a pussy. In some ways even more. And he'd never had his cock inside a better mouth than Millie's. She might be underage, in fact a preteen, but she was an eager little cocksucker, that's for sure! What she lacked in experience and skill, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, not to mention she was just so adorable that simply looking at her made him want to cum. And so he held her head and face-fucked the little girl, sliding in and out of her soft warm mouth, while she stroked and sucked and lapped at his head with her tongue and stared up at him with adoration. "Oh, Millie," he whispered. Damn, she's so good I'm already gonna cum! "You ready?!? It's time for you to take it!" He was practically shouting now. The little sweetie nodded. "Oh, Fuck!" he hollered, even louder now, way louder than he had intended, as his cum boiled and he orgasmed inside a Barlow woman for a second time that day. Little Millie, the little trooper, kept her lips locked tight around his head, sucking hard while he came. And of course she caught it all, just like she promised. As he pulled his happy dick out of the little girl, she opened her mouth to show him his cum, like she knew he liked. Right about at that moment, Brian heard a sound from the doorway to Millie's bedroom. He turned to look, with his pants still down around his knees, and there was Millie's older sister, Ellie, standing there staring at her little sister and him. Ellie's big blue eyes were wide, her mouth was agape and her braces were shining. "You guys!" she said. "Oh my God! Mom's just in the other room!" "What's that, Ellie?" Brian heard their mother holler. He grabbed his shorts and yanked them up, and Millie gulped down his semen, just as their mom appeared next to Ellie in the doorway. She looked concerned. "Everything OK?" She looked from Millie, sitting on the bed and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, to Brian, with his erection still visible in his shorts. "So..." Liz said. They were sitting out on the back deck having a couple glasses of wine. "I ought to call the cops on you, huh?" "Huh?" He was pretty sure she knew what was going on in Millie's room, but he held out hope that he could at least feign ignorance about what she thought she knew. "It's not like it's hard to figure out what you were doing with Millie." She took a sip of her wine and raised her eyebrows over the rim at him. She waited a while for him to say something. His heart was racing, wondering what the fuck was going to happen now. His life flashed before his eyes. Ten years in prison seemed the most likely outcome. "Why'd you leave the door open, you moron?" she asked. "What, didya want Ellie to catch you or something?" "Liz..." "It's a little boorish, isn't it? First you fuck her mom, then you go in her bedroom to console her about it and wind up sticking your cock in her mouth? At least I hope that's all you did, was stick it in her mouth." "She offered," he said defensively, and regretted it immediately as a very stupid thing to say. Humble apology was his only hope now. "I mean... I'm sorry... It's just..." "Oh, she offered, did she?" the woman said, taking a big drink of her wine and pouring some more. "What, is Millie the neighborhood cocksucker now?" "Of course not!" Brian took a huge gulp of wine himself. "Well if she offered, then it wasn't her first time, right? How long have you been doing her?" She filled his glass, then looked at him with narrow eyes. "Are you fucking her?" "No!" "Well, that's good. She's only eleven, you know. You'd probably tear her apart." She took another sip, while Brian downed his fresh glass in one very nervous gulp. "If you're gonna fuck one of my daughters," she said, filling his glass again, "do Ellie. At least she's got tits." "Liz..." She smiled at him. A genuinely sweet smile! He felt the stress level in his body suddenly reduced substantially with that smile. "Look," she said, followed by a pause, "it's OK with me if you and Millie play around a little bit. Just be careful, OK? Her dad'll kill you if he finds out. And, you know she's got a tender heart. If you hurt her, I will kill you myself." He nodded, feeling bewildered by the woman's reaction. "I think it's good for a girl to learn," she added. "It was good for me, that's for sure. As long as it's a decent enough guy that's teaching her." "I definitely agree." "Oh, I'm sure you do!" She smiled again. "You know, I'm strangely turned on by the fact that my daughter is hot for my boyfriend. Is that weird?" He let out a little laugh, and shook his head. "No, it's not weird." "You don't think so? Well, good. Because what I really want to do right now is go back upstairs and fuck again!" She drank down the rest of her wine and stood up. "And you can't exactly say no, can you? I got you just where I want you now, you asshole!" She was grinning ear to ear now. And so it was that Brian was plunging his dick into the soft velvety warmth of Liz Barlow's wonderful cunt once again that glorious afternoon. It probably goes without saying that he felt at that moment like the luckiest man on Earth. He'd noticed, when Liz had enthusiastically dragged him by the hand into her bedroom a second time, that she'd left the door slightly ajar. That made him smile. And so, as he was fucking her sloppy cunt, sloshing away inside her wide-open wetness, he knew that Millie and Ellie were on the other side of the door, peeking in. He could hear them giggling, and he would look over at them and they'd duck back outside into the hall. And then one time, when he caught Ellie looking, she didn't duck back, she stayed and grinned and gave him a little wave. "Hi, Ellie!" he said, a bit breathlessly from the sex. "Why don't you come on in?" "Oh fuck," her mother said from underneath him. The cute young teen ducked back out into the hallway, but it was inspiration enough for Brian and he started orgasming, and he dumped his third load that fine afternoon. He could hear the girls giggling in the hallway as he grunted while he finished the task. Before he left, he surreptitiously wrote his address and phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to Millie. "Text me anytime :)" he wrote below the number. --------ooooOOOoooo-------- "Dum duh DUM!..." Brian's phone chimed the ominous ringtone of an incoming text message. His phone was out of his pocket in an instant in the hope that it might be his little girlfriend Millie, whom he was expecting at his house in a couple of hours. "Soccer practice is soooooo boring!!!!" the text read. He laughed out loud, so loud in fact that all the people around him at the Home Depot--and that amounted to a lot of people--turned to look at him. He barely even noticed, already typing his reply, but had he noticed he would have been sorely tempted to wave the phone in their direction and exclaim that he had just gotten a text from a unbelievably hot little eleven year old who was going to come over to his place that afternoon so that they could fuck! So there, bitches! It's good thing he barely noticed, that would have been a problematic response. "That sucks," he typed back. "Going to be done early then maybe?" "No! Coach is a dink!" "Aww... I hope you'll still be up for coming over afterwards?" "YES!!!!!!!!!!" He laughed out loud again, and everyone looked. See, bitches? The girl is hot! Brian could hardly hide his excitement, and possibly also his angst, as he opened the door two hours later. Literally, his hands were shaking. Millie stood before him with a big beautiful smile on her face. "Hi, Brian!" she said with bubbly enthusiasm. God, she's so beautiful. She's got the compact body of a soccer player, toned and muscular. Really, the girl ought to be sculpted in marble by a master artist, she has such a beautiful form. Her brown hair was shining in the sunshine along with her hazel eyes, and she looked particularly nicely tanned right now, with the glow of the early afternoon light adding to the beauty of her skin. She was dressed in her soccer uniform, baggy green shorts and a green and white striped jersey with a big number 7 in the middle. She even still had her shin guards on. "My lucky number 7!" he said as he gestured her into his apartment. He was rock hard already, just from looking at her in that adorable soccer outfit. He had set the scene in anticipation of her arrival. There were flowers in a vase on the coffee table and a bottle of champagne cooling next to them. The lights were off and the curtains pulled, with some soft cool jazz playing on his ipod. She grinned as she looked around. "Are these for me?" she said, pointing at the flowers. "Yep," he answered, rocking nervously back on his heels. "Champagne?!?" she said, noticing the bottle next. "I love champagne!" "Do you want a glass?" "Yes please!" The two lovers, the man and his little girl, sat together on the couch, sipping their champagne and smiling bashfully at each other. Brian knew they should take their time, that he should be careful and cautious, to make sure that the girl was as comfortable as possible. But his little head was doing all the thinking now, perched as it was atop a big stiff cock and a set of aching balls. Let's go, dude, cockhead was saying. She's ready, she wants me, let me at her. It's time for that little eleven year old pussy to put out. And Brian didn't need much convincing. He was all over little Millie before she'd even finished her first glass of champagne, and she didn't seem to mind at all. At first he just pushed her gently, but assertively, back into the couch, and their lips met and their tongues flirted in her mouth. Oh, man, did little Millie taste so good! Like candy and flowers and Oh fuck! He could feel his cock leaking, pressure building. God I gotta get him inside her! I gotta unload in her little pussy! It was all he could do to hold back even a little bit, but he had to advance the ball, and fast. He knew he had the advantage here, she wasn't going to say no, no matter what he did. He could just yank her shorts down and fuck her right now and she wouldn't resist. But he had to slow down, he knew that, so he broke their kiss and sat up. He hooked his finger under the bottom hem of her soccer jersey. "Should we take your shirt off now?" She looked up at him with her wide sparkling eyes, and raised her arms up in the air to let him pull it off. It had been a while since Brian had seen those little nipples. Her little cherry blossoms, her little dollops of pink cream. Oh my god they were the sexiest things he'd ever seen, standing up a half-inch from her otherwise flat chest, her undeveloped breasts so pale-white where her tan lines ended. "Oh Millie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful." She smiled so sweetly. He reached out and gently touched one of her nipples, and at the same time she picked her champagne glass up off the coffee table and drank the rest of it in a big nervous gulp. He picked up the bottle and filled both of their glasses, and then they sat there together, little Millie bare-chested and red-faced, and drank their champagne. "How was practice?" he asked her, loving the idea of sitting there talking with her while she was topless. "It sucked!" she grinned. "Yeah?" "Yeah! All I wanted was to get over here!" "Sweet! I couldn't wait either." They took few more sips, enough to calm himself down a little bit more, he set his glass down on the table. He reached his hands over to the girl. "Stand up, Millie," he said. "Stand up in front of me." The girl rose as he lifted her, and when she was in front of him he put his hands on her sides and leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth. More candy, more flowers, the taste of heaven embedded in a little girl's breast. Her nipple was so soft against his tongue, such a delicate little thing, and he lapped at it and suckled like a baby. He heard her moan and felt her breath increase and as he moved to her other candy nipple he slid his hands around to her back, then down to her bottom. He slipped them under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down, in, under her panties and to the bare flesh of her buttocks. Her breath increased dramatically, light and rapid. He leaned back, away from her beautiful girlish chest, and looked up at her face, bright red and glassy-eyed. His hands gripped tightly to her ass, squeezing, and he moved his arms, opening them, which caused her shorts and panties to begin to fall. Time for little pussy to come out to play. Green soccer shorts and sweet pink panties at her ankles now, and Lucky Number 7 was naked in front of him, except her cleats and her shin guards. He was surprised to see that she had pubic hair; not much, but a little patch of brown curls atop a chubby little mound. The darkness of the hair contrasted delightfully with the pale flesh of her pudendum. "Millie," he said softly, looking up at the little angel, "you probably need a shower, after soccer practice, huh? Should we go take a shower together?" She nodded. "And then... we can go to my bedroom, and..." She smiled up at him this time as she nodded. "...and make love," he finished. She smiled even more. It was so adorable, how Millie just held onto his cock through the whole shower. Her hands were all over it, like she couldn't get enough of it and she never wanted to let it go. He washed her, all over her gorgeous little body, lathering her with soap and spraying her down with the removable shower head while she giggled and held tight to his cock. He fingered her pussy while he washed her down there, then fingered her a little more, sliding up and down her warm, pale lips. He washed himself, too; he had her lift his shaft up to his belly while she held it tight, so he could wash his balls, and then she reached down and cupped her little fingers over them, once they were clean. Brian turned off the shower, and as the two of them stood dripping together in the stall, he put his hands on top of the little girl's head. "Millie," he said, pushing her down. "suck me, suck my cock, now." She looked up at him with large doleful eyes as she fell down to her knees in front of him. "But I thought you wanted..." He pulled her into him, his cockhead bumping against her lips. "...to fuck..." "Just suck me for a little while!" He commanded. He felt her open her lips, felt her soft tongue lap at his leaking hole, licking up his precum. She engulfed him entirely, his head into her warm mouth, her lips wrapped around him all the way down below his crown. "And then!" he said, the words caught in his throat as he tried to catch a breath from the intense feeling of her tiny mouth around his engorged and aching head. "And then I'll fuck you Millie!" he shouted. "Oh baby, you want me to fuck you, don't you!" She looked up at him and nodded, very emphatically, his cock bobbing along with her head. He held her tight, fingers wrapped in her wet hair. "I'll fuck you all day long, Millie! Just... just swallow my cock! I'm gonna go in deep, Millie! I'm gonna go in your throat! Swallow!" And then he held her head tightly in place as he shoved his cock down her tight little throat. She swallowed, just as he had commanded, and took him deep. Her eyes went wide, and as her nose buried into his pubic hair, she pushed her head back against the powerful hold he had on her, and he let her go. She pulled off, about as quickly as he had shoved in, and he only experienced for a brief heartbeat the wonderful warm tightness of her throat. Once she was off, she hacked and coughed a few times, then both of them just stayed there motionless, panting hard. "I'm sorry, Millie, I got..." "It's OK," she interrupted, looking up at him with her big wide eyes. "You can do it again if you want." And she opened her mouth wide. "Oh Millie!" he moaned, taking hold of her head again.. "Unless..." she said, "...you want to put it in my vagina now." "I do, Millie," he said breathlessly, quietly. "I want to fuck you, right now." "OK." He laid the naked little girl down on his bed. Their bodies were still slippery wet as he climbed onto her, they hadn't even bothered to dry off, and she seemed so tiny underneath him. So tiny! He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. Then her chin, then her throat, then her chest. He worked down, kissing nipples, solar plexus, belly button. Down even further, nuzzling into her soft downy pubic hair. Down, and down, he went down on her, until his lips found paradise. He kissed little pussy, then kissed her again as the girl raised her hips off the bed and pressed her sex into his face. He licked, and tasted. Oh my god she tasted perfect, the most heavenly flavor he had ever experienced; the candy and flowers of her mouth and her nipples, but now mixed with pungent womanhood. Millie's womanhood. Paradise! As his tongue pressed in between her lips, he knew he had to have her. Now. It took all the restraint he could muster to spend even one moment licking her stiff little clit, poking out of its sheath to greet him like an eager, adorable lover, before he rose up above her. His cock was rock hard and steaming hot, sticking out from his body like a massive third appendage and facing right at the girl, a menacing weapon ready to steal her innocence away. Her eyes were focused on it, wide and shining. The thick veins along the underside of his shaft were pulsing, and each throb brought forth another drop of frothy liquid which dribbled down in a viscous string, falling onto her belly. His was a tool perfectly designed to implant sperm inside her little preteen womb, and it was about to do its appointed task with perfection. He had a very serious look on his face as he leaned over her, supporting himself above her with one hand and reaching down to his cock with the other. He adjusted his knees, to get a better purchase, and helped his cock find its mark. Her pubic hair, so soft and delicate on the underside of his head as he dragged it down, now sticky-thick with his leaking precum, provided a perfect v-shaped conduit, down to her waiting lips, and his cock slipped down until he felt their slick warmth. Ah, pussy! It was love, absolute, unbridled, pure love, that his cock felt at that moment. He pulsed and throbbed in response to this overwhelming emotion, and a large stream of precum oozed out of his head to lubricate its prize. In response, little pussy opened, dilating, and then gushed. Come on in, penis, she whispered, coating the thick head in her glorious wetness. I've been waiting for you. His head slipped in easily, her hot silky lips wrapping succulently half-way down to his crown. Only then did he encounter the resistance he expected. Gripping his cock tightly, he pushed in, and little Millie arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a painful little moan. But that was all it took. He could feel his cockhead passing through the torn remains of her maidenhead. He pulled back, pushed in, tearing her hymen open wider, burrowing in deeper. Little pussy was so tiny she could barely accommodate the thick girth of his head and Millie moaned painfully as he pushed in, two inches now, back and in again, no hymen left at all, three inches, back, in, four! His head nestled into the back of her vagina, extremely happy to have found that warm soft flesh, and he held himself inside her now. "Are you OK?" he whispered gently to his little lover. She managed a nod, but no words yet. "I'm all the way inside," he said. She nodded again and smiled just a very, very little. "I'm going to start fucking you now." She nodded and smiled a little more. He pulled back, and little Millie's baby eleven year old pussy reluctantly let go of its tight grip and let her lover leave her. He felt the shock of the cool afternoon air on his hot wet cock, and drove back in. The girl grunted. He pulled back and drove in again, and then he lay down on her completely, she was so tiny underneath him! and commenced to fucking her like a man fucks his woman: long, hard strokes, over and over. He was so primed now it hardly took any time at all for him to reach the point of no return, which was a blessing for little Millie, whose poor overstretched pussy was in dire need of a break. But alas, these last few seconds would be the worst, since Brian had finally managed to stretch and mold the bruised back of her vagina enough that he could fit his entire six inches into her and his big balls slapped hard against her ass as he drove repeatedly into her, working himself up to what was certain to be the most glorious orgasm of his entire life. It took longer than he expected. He was on the edge, ready to explode, for a good thirty or forty more solid hard thrusts into the poor girl's abused little pussy, until finally his cum boiled over and it exploded out. He slammed the head of his cock into the back of her preteen cunt and held himself above her, bellowing, as his orgasm finally overwhelmed him and his cum fired out, long and glorious, filling her full. The poor little thing had little choice but to just lay there under his large frame, completely overpowered, while he did his business inside her, slamming in deep, unloading, pulling back and slamming in and unloading again. He felt utterly drained when he finally finished coming, and he just lay on her, holding her head tightly underneath him and catching his breath. Eventually his cock, newly flaccid and completely satisfied, slipped out of the girl's ravaged little pussy and he himself slipped off and onto the bed next to her. "Thank you, Millie," he said softly, rubbing a hand against her red and inflamed cheek. "Thank you, Brian," she said even more softly. She reached down between her legs, then lifted her hand up, a glob of pearly cum sticking to her fingers. There was a little blood, too. "You came," she said, looking at her fingers. "Yeah," he answered. "Inside," she said, still looking at her fingers. "Yeah, I'm... I'm sor..." "I'm glad," she whispered, turning her head to look at him. "I wanted you to." She lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked his cum off of them. They spent the rest of the afternoon together, drinking hot cocoa, Millie in only her little pink panties and nothing else at all, Brian having thrown on only a teeshirt. Millie couldn't keep her hands off of him, touching and caressing his cock, and once he got hard again she lay down with her head on his lap and kissed his manhood, all over, every inch of his shaft and his aching balls. She sat up and took a sip of her cocoa, smiling at him. "I like kissing it," she said. "Millie, I'd love to do it again," he said gently to her, "if you think you're up for it." "You want to do it in my vagina again?" "Yeah... Yes, I do." He reached out and stroked her shoulder. "Unless... I understand if you're too sore." She looked down at his cock, then back up at him. "Maybe it'd be better if we wait?" "OK." "But I'll let you, if you want," she said. "Or... you could do that thing in my mouth again... Where I swallow it?" His heart was in his throat. This girl had a knack for doing that to him. "I'd like that, Millie," he managed to say. "OK." He had her lie on the couch this time and he climbed above her, his cock looking menacingly large as it hung over her face. She smiled as she kissed and licked him, and then he put his head in her mouth. In her warm, beautiful mouth! She swallowed without him even telling her to, and he pushed in at the same time, and he sank all the way into her little throat, her nose nestled into his ballsack. "Oh Millie," he moaned. It was an amazing feeling, so incredibly tight all along the length of his shaft. He'd never felt anything remotely like this before. He leaned over so that he was on his hands and knees above her and he began fucking her throat, pulling out until the tip of his cock had exited completely and only her lips were still holding him inside, then sliding all the way in, little Millie swallowing, until his balls slapped against her nose. "Oh my god Millie!" he groaned. "Oh my god!" It must have been terribly difficult for the girl, but she endured like the little trooper that she is, letting him gag her repeatedly with his cock. The sound alone was unbelievably erotic, a constant drumbeat of phlegm-soaked sloshing as he drove in and again as he pulled out, followed by a painful scratchy gasp as she tried to catch a breath before he plunged in again. Eventually the two of them got something of a rhythm going and she could catch her breath before she had to lock on and swallow again. At that point it was pure heaven for Brian and he knew he could finish inside her throat and he fucked her long and hard and glorious before he finally let himself orgasm again. He groaned, deep and rich, as the first shot exploded down her throat, firing semen directly into her stomach. He pulled out then, giving her throat a much needed break and finishing in her mouth. The little girl kept her lips locked tight around his head and took every drop, gulping it down as he came. "Ellie will be so jealous!" she said as she finally pulled her soccer uniform back on. "Yeah?" "Yeah! She's never even given a guy a blow job before, and I'm three years younger than her and I've done everything!" "It might not be a great idea to tell her what we did," he said. "Oh? But I tell her everything! She's OK, she won't tell anyone, I promise. Besides, she already knows lots. She saw us yesterday, remember?" "Right..." "I won't tell her anything, if you don't want me to." "That'd probably be best." "But..." She smiled up at him, her toes crossed. "...if I do tell her.. she might want to do stuff with you." "Really?" Brian felt his eyebrows raise at the idea. "Would you want to do stuff with her?" Millie asked him. "Maybe... If it'd be OK with her... and with you." "It'd be OK with me. I mean, as long as you're still my boyfriend, and you still want to do stuff with me, then, yeah, you can do stuff with her too. That's OK." "Well then!" he said. "So it's OK if I tell her? You want me to ask her if she wants to do stuff with you?" she asked. "Yeah!" "Yay!" Millie said, and she stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss before she dashed out the door to ride her bicycle home. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

The Beautiful Automaton (story codes: Mg12-scifi-rom-oral-first) ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================== Part One: The Ladies' Helper ================== "If you're going to travel for work so much," Marilyn's mom said to her dad while they were eating dinner, "I'm going to need some help around the house." Marilyn lifted a piece of dry, overcooked fish to her mouth. Man, she thought to herself, maybe they could hire a cook. Neither of them can cook a decent meal. "You know we can't afford a maid's salary," her dad said. "No, but we could afford to buy a 'Ladies' Helper.'" "Oh, is that what this is about?" "Jim!" her mom said, trying to not be obvious as she pointed with her eyes in the direction of their children. Marilyn looked down at her mashed potatoes and felt her face going red. "Despite what you are thinking, I just need someone to mow the lawn while I'm running the kids to the bus stop and soccer and ballet and basketball. It's almost impossible, Jim, when you're not here!" A few days later, when her mom came home from the store, Marilyn's heart skipped a beat. The automaton that her mom had bought was absolutely gorgeous. He looked like he was around eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was tall and muscular and had such a beautiful face: dark hair, dark eyes, pale cheeks, eyelashes to die for. Oh, wow! "Lynn," her mother said, "let me introduce you to Karakuri, our new helper." The automaton bowed briefly in her direction. "Very pleased to meet you, Miss Lynn." He had a beautiful voice, deep and rich. "Pleased to meet you, too, Karakuri," she said. Her heart fluttered as she spoke. "Kids!" her mom yelled. Marilyn's younger sister and brother came running down the stairs. "This is Karakuri," she said. "These are my younger children, Jeremy and Laura." The automaton bowed in their direction. "Now Karakuri, I need to run some errands, and I need you to mow the lawn while I am gone. Can you do that?" "Yes, I will gladly mow the lawn," he said in his beautiful baritone. "However I do not know how." "Why didn't they train you at the factory? I'm too damn busy to show you now. Lynn, will you show him how to mow the lawn?" "Yes, mom," she said, her heart still fluttering. She led the automaton out to their shed and pulled out the lawn mower. She showed him how to prime the engine and pull the cord to start it. "Thank you, Miss Lynn, I understand now," he said. "You should call me Marilyn, I prefer that." "Of course, Miss Marilyn." She giggled. "Just Marilyn, no need to say 'Miss.'" "Of course, Marilyn." She went up to her bedroom and watched him out the window as he mowed the lawn. He was so beautiful, she could stare at him for hours. Marilyn woke up in the middle of the night and heard some strange noises coming from her parents' bedroom. She knew what the noise was, her parents were having sex. But then she remembered that her dad was out of town on a work trip. Curious, she tip-toed out of her room and down the hall. The door to her parents' bedroom was open slightly and she peeked in. In the moonlight she could see her mom, up on her hands and knees, sliding back and forth on top of Karakuri. "Oh my god," she heard her mother say in a raspy whisper. "Oh my god, it's so big! Holy shit what a fantastic cock!" Mortified, Marilyn quietly backed away from the door and went back to her room. The next morning Marilyn called her friend Allison and told her that her mom had bought a "Ladies' Helper." "Oh, wow!" Allison said. "I'm so jealous! Have you done anything with him yet?" "You mean, like, dirty stuff?" "Yeah!" "No!" "Are you crazy? You should at least tell him to show you his dong. I hear they are quite impressive!" "Allison! You are so dirty!" An hour later, Marilyn went to Karakuri's bedroom. He was sitting up in bed, reading a book. She found it odd that he would be reading a book. "Can I come in?" "Of course, Marilyn." She walked into his room and shut the door behind her. She was very nervous, but she was determined. "I want to see it," she said. "See what, Marilyn?" "Your... your penis." He set the book down. "Would you like to see it flaccid, or erect?" "I don't know," her face was getting hot. "Flaccid, I guess. "Yes, ma'am," the automaton said. He stood up and, quite unceremoniously, pulled his pajama pants down. His penis looked enormous to Marilyn. She had seen her dad's a few times, when he was getting out of the shower or whatever, but Karakuri's was way bigger. He had a lot of hair, dark, almost black hair covering his whole crotch. His testicles were huge, hanging down between his legs in a big dark purplish hairy sack. And his penis was thick and red and at least four inches long, hanging down but held somewhat aloft by his balls. Good god, what a wonderful specimen of manhood! "Can I... can I touch it?" "Of course, Marilyn," he said. She walked over to him and her heart was beating hard as she reached down and cupped her hand under his beautiful penis. It was warm and heavy in her hand. His testicles seemed so big and swollen, she could hardly get her fingers around them. She explored for a while, feeling his balls, then his shaft; she'd never touched a penis before and it was more exciting than she had even imagined it would be. She lifted his long shaft up, looking down at the funny purple head and the little hole in the middle. "How big does it get, when you have an erection?" "Would you like me to show you?" "Yes, please." She stood back and watched as his penis slowly began to swell, thickening somewhat, growing longer, and gradually rising from its resting place on his testicles. After about ten seconds, it was sticking straight out from his body, at least seven inches long, thick and hard, an unbelievable, amazing sight for the twelve year old girl. His head, in particular, was an incredible thing for her to see; reddish-purple and gigantic, it seemed to have at least doubled in size and it looked downright menacing as it pointed straight at her. "Wow!" she said, staring right at his cock. "Can I touch it now?" "Of course, Marilyn." He stood there, unmoving, as she took a step towards him, reached out, and wrapped her hand around his erection. It was so hard, she couldn't believe it. But the skin was really soft and silky, even though the muscle underneath was like granite. And his head was strange: velvety and spongy. His penis was so thick that she felt like she could barely wrap her fingers around it, and it was so long that when she held it, the head and at least a couple inches of the shaft were sticking out from beyond her fist. Oh, wow. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself. "I better get out of here before my mom catches me," she said, letting go of his penis. "Thanks!" "Of course, Marilyn," he said, pulling his pajama bottoms back up. That night she heard the sound from her mom's bedroom again. She thought it was funny, because she knew her mom and dad didn't have sex very often but now her mom was doing it with Karakuri two nights in a row! She felt jealous, like, he really should be her boyfriend, not her mom's. She's married and has a husband and all that stuff, but Marilyn doesn't even have a boy that likes her. She lay in bed, listening to the noise, and wondering what it would be like to have that gigantic cock inside her. She could almost see it in her mind, sliding in and out of her mom's vagina, that enormous, velvety head stretching her open as it burrowed into her. She reached down to the crotch of her panties and smiled, feeling a growing wet spot. Marilyn went into Karakuri's bedroom again the next day. "Can I come in?" she asked him. "Of course, Marilyn," he said, putting down the book he was reading. "Can I ask you a question?" "Of course, Marilyn." She giggled. "Is that all you say, 'Of course Marilyn?'" "I'm sorry," he said, "what would you like me to say?" "I don't know, 'Yeah, sure.' That would be better." "OK. Yeah, sure." She sat down on his bed. "So, tell me, do you like my mom?" "Yeah, sure. I like your mom very much. She is a nice woman." "Yeah, but do you like her?" The automaton looked confused. "Well, I know you have sex with her, right? Do you like that?" "Yeah, sure. It makes her feel good, and that is what I am programmed to do." "Does it make you feel good too?" "I enjoy sexual intercourse very much." Marilyn wondered if he was just programmed to say that, too. "So, like, when you have sex, do you, you know, do you ejaculate?" "I do." "Will she get pregnant?" "No, my semen does not contain sperm." "Oh, of course. So... do you think you could show me? Like, can I watch you ejaculate?" "Yeah, sure, Marilyn." She giggled. "I'm afraid, however, that my penis requires stimulation in order to ejaculate. I could masturbate to stimulate it to orgasm, if you would like." She grinned. "Yeah, that'd be cool. I'd like to watch that." The automaton stood up and took his pants off, then sat on the bed with his back propped up on the pillows and spread his legs open. His penis was "flaccid," as he called it, but it looked just huge to Marilyn, and she grinned as she watched it grow into an erection. When it was fully engorged, he wrapped his hands around it and began to stroke it, beating a rapid pace. She was fascinated; she had a perfect view of his big hairy balls bouncing up and down as he masturbated. "Does it feel good when you do that?" she asked him. "Yeah, sure," he said. She giggled. She wondered again if it really did feel good for him, or if this was just more programming. She felt the crotch of her panties getting wet as she watched him. She slipped her hand into her pants and her heart was fluttering hard as she twirled her finger over her clitoris and stared at Karakuri's bouncing balls. "My penis has been sufficiently stimulated," he said after a couple more minutes. "Would you would like me to ejaculate now?" "Yes," she said breathlessly. He stroked his penis a couple more times and then let out a little grunt and a huge shot of come fired out of him. Marilyn couldn't believe how much there was and how forcefully it exploded out; it shot straight into the air at least two or three feet, and it was thick and creamy and it fell back onto his hands right as he grunted again and another shot fired straight up into the air, this one even bigger and stronger than the first. He continued masturbating and coming, four or five more huge shots firing into the air, his cock dripping with his semen. "Wow!" she said, her finger still twirling frantically on her clit, "that was amazing!" "I am glad that you liked it, Marilyn." Her dad was expected home from his work trip that evening and this would be the first time he's met Karakuri. Marilyn was nervous. What if her dad was jealous of the beautiful automaton? What if he made her mom take Karakuri back to the store? Marilyn would die of a broken heart if he did that! Karakuri was in the kitchen, working at the counter. "Watcha doing?" she asked him. "Your mother asked me to prepare dinner so I am doing that." "Yeah? You cook? Awesome! My parents are terrible cooks." "Yeah, sure, I particularly like to make Japanese food. Today I am making sushi, which your mother tells me your father likes very much. I am also making some fried beef." "Oh, cool! Can you show me how to make sushi?" "Yeah, sure, Marilyn." She giggled. He showed her how to spread the rice on the nori and the stack the fish and vegetables and roll it all tightly together. Karakuri proved to be a very patient teacher; her first couple of attempts were disasters, the next couple reasonable failures, and then she did quite well with a couple more. While he continued cooking, she called her friend Allison again. "Guess what! I had him show me his penis!" "Yeah? And?" "It was really big, Allie! You wouldn't believe it!" "Oh man! Next time I'm over you have to have him show it to me!" "OK!" "You know what I would do if I had a 'Ladies' Helper?'" "What?" "I would have him eat me out." "Huh?" "Yeah, that's when a guy kisses a girl's, you know, her pussy. I've heard it feels so good, like it's even better than sex." "You are so horny Allison!" Dinner that night was fantastic. Her dad was in a particularly good mood, enjoying the food a lot and flirting with her mom. "Well, Karakuri," he said, "this is a fantastic meal. I have to admit I was skeptical when Jennifer suggested that we get a 'Ladies' Helper,' but if you can cook like this then I am quite happy." Her mom was beaming. The two of them flirted through the whole meal and then went off to bed quite early. This made Marilyn smile; apparently having a "Ladies' Helper" is helping her parents' sex life, too! That night she had Karakuri all to herself. "I want you to eat me out," she said to him. "Is that OK?" "Yeah, sure, Marilyn." She pulled her panties down and lay down on his bed, lifting her nightgown up. She felt funny, because she'd only shown her pussy to a couple of boys before, and here she was with her legs spread open showing it all to Karakuri. He leaned down and kissed her right on her pussy lips. "Ohhhh!" she said, quietly. It felt so wonderful to have her pussy lips kissed. Then she felt his tongue, warm and soft, lick up inside her lips. From that moment on, she was in ecstasy. It was basically like she was coming the entire time. Later, when Allison asked her about it, she couldn't remember too much of the details; she remembered putting her hands on his head to hold him into her, she remembered grinding her hips up into his face, she remembered getting wet, oh so incredibly wet, she could feel it dripping out of her and down onto her anus. And then she had the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had. Her legs started shaking and her pussy was tingling and then it was throbbing and the feeling was spreading and she was shaking, waves of ecstasy coursing through her. It lasted for a least a minute before she had to make him stop because it was just too much. ========== Two: Books ========== "What book are you reading?" "I am reading a book of Japanese history, 'Musashi.' It is about a Samurai warrior." "Cool! Can I read it when you're done?" "It is in Japanese. But I can teach you to read Japanese if you would like." "Really? That'd be awesome! So, is it a good book?" "Yeah, sure." "Do you like to read?" "Yeah, sure." She giggled. "You don't have to say 'yeah sure' all the time, you know." "I'm sorry, I thought you liked it when I said that." "Well, it was just an example. You should say other things, too, like 'yep,' and 'it's OK,' and 'sure do,' and all kinds of other things. Mix it up a little. It sounds sort of awkward if you don't." "You would prefer it if I did not sound awkward?" "I don't really care, I just don't want you to feel awkward." "I do not feel awkward." "OK, well, I guess I would like it if you sounded less awkward. It can be sort of distracting." "I will be less awkward when I am around you, Marilyn." "OK. It's really not a big deal at all, I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything." "I do not feel bad, unless I am making you feel bad." "No, not at all! I really like hanging out with you." "I like hanging out with you, too, Marilyn." She felt her face get a little warm. "Hey, maybe you'd like to read some of my books, when you're done with that one? Can you read English?" "Yeah, sure... Yep." He smiled at her. She giggled. "Do you like science fiction? I've been totally into Asimov lately, he's like this really old writer from back when my dad was a kid but I like him anyway." "I would like to read Asimov and whatever other books you think I would enjoy." "Cool!" She was kneeling above his face, her panties off, her hands holding tightly to the headboard of his bed. She slowly lowered herself until her pussy made contact with his mouth. "Ohhhh!" she said quietly. Then she started moving her hips, sliding her pussy back and forth against his mouth. "Ohhhh!" When he stuck his tongue out, she slid down until it was on her clitoris, and then she sat up, so that just the tip of his tongue was in contact with her little button. Then she sat down, so that his tongue was flat against her clit, engulfing it entirely. With his soft, velvety tongue hard up against her button, she moved from side to side, then back and forth. "Ohhhh," she said, "Ohhh," feeling waves of pleasure emanating from her clitoris. She sat up again, with just the tip of his tongue in contact with her clit, and moved again from side to side and back and forth, and even in circles. "Ohhhh!" His tongue was the most wonderful masturbation toy the world had ever seen, and she could play with it for hours. When she got really excited, when she was really close to coming but she didn't want to come just yet, she moved up on his face and spread her buttocks open and pressed her anus against his mouth. She knew this was terribly dirty, but he didn't seem to mind and it felt so good when he licked her there! And then she started to orgasm just from him licking her there and she slid back down so that her pussy was right on his mouth and she came and came and came and came. Allison had been bugging Marilyn all week to have her over for a sleepover, and they planned one for that Saturday. Marilyn told Karakuri that she was having a friend over and she hoped that he would make something nice for dinner. "I would love to make your friend a nice dinner," he said. It was a wonderful dinner of curried rice and tuna and fried vegetables. Once again, her dad had many complimentary things to say about Karakuri's cooking. "He is so cute!" Allison said to Marilyn when they were doing the dishes after dinner. "I am so jealous!" Marilyn couldn't help but smile. "I can't wait until tonight," Allison said in a whisper. "You're going to tell him to show me his penis, aren't you?" "Definitely!" After they'd finished rolling out their sleeping bags in the basement, Marilyn went upstairs and asked Karakuri if he would come hang out with them. "Karakuri," Marilyn said to him when they got downstairs, "Allison wants to see your penis." He turned to Allison. "Would you like to see it flaccid, or erect?" She smiled. "Um..." "Flaccid," Marilyn said, "then show her how it gets erect." "OK," he said, and took his pants off. "Oh my god!" Allison said, staring right at his cock. "It's so big! It's beautiful!" Both girls stared with enchanted smiles as it began to grow. When it reached its full size, sticking straight out seven inches from his body, Allison said, "Oh wow that is incredible! She stared for another moment, then turned to Marilyn. "So, he ate you out, right?" Marilyn gave her a big smile. "Yeah. You want him to do it to you, too, don't you?" "Yeah!" She lay down and quickly pulled her pajama pants and panties off. Karakuri knelt between her legs, she spread her legs, and the automaton kissed her pussy. Allison closed her eyes and just lay there, breathing hard. A minute later her legs started shaking and she orgasmed, moaning and quivering. "Wow!" she said after Karakuri had left, "that was awesome." Marilyn was beaming, looking at her friend's bright red face. "You know what would be really fun?" Allison said. "We should give him a blow job sometime." "Yeah!" "You should go get him so we can do it now!" "No, let's leave him alone, he deserves to be left alone." "Oh come on. He's just a robot, right?" "No, he's not. He's... He's nice. He's really nice and I feel like I should be nice to him too." "I think you have a crush on him!" She threw a pillow at Allison. ============= Three: Dreams ============= "Have you read those books I gave you?" "Yeah, sure. I mean, Yep." She smiled at him. "Which one did you like best?" "I liked them all." "But which one best?" "I liked 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep' best." "Yeah, that one's my dad's. I've never read it. I thought you might like it though." "I did like it. You should read it." "I will, since you liked it. So, do you? Do you dream, when you sleep?" "I do." "You do? What do you dream about?" "I dream about what I read. I dream I am a Samurai warrior, or a robot, or a wizard." "So is that why you like to read so much?" "Yes, that is part of why I like to read so much." "There's other reasons, too?" "Yep... Uh-huh. It helps me to understand humans. I understand them better when I read about them." "Yeah, I think that's true." "I also dream about you, Marilyn." "You do?" "Yep... Yeah, I do." She felt her heart flutter just a little bit. She wondered for a moment if this was just a program, if he was just engineered to say these sorts of things to women, to flatter them. "What do you dream about, when you dream about me?" "I dream that we are married. And that we are in love." "You do?" She felt her face go bright red. "Do you want to marry me?" "Do you want to marry me?" "I... I don't think it would work." "No. It is only a dream." "But it's very sweet." They sat quietly for a moment. "Karakuri," she said, "would you kiss me?" "Yes, I would like to." He leaned in and gave her a kiss on her lips. "More," she said, after he pulled his face away. He leaned in again. This time she opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue in. They kissed for a very long time. "Sometimes," she said, her breath light, "when guys kiss girls, they feel them up. They like touch their breasts." "Would you like me to touch your breasts, Marilyn?" "Yeah," she said, her heart fluttering again. He reached out and put a hand on one of her breasts. "No, wait," she said, taking his hand away. "You have to go slow, you have to like put it on my belly and then slowly move it up, while you kiss me. That's what guys do." "OK." He started kissing her and put his hand on her belly and then slowly moved it up until he was touching her breast. She gave him a big smile when they broke their kiss. He kept his hand on her breast, gently squeezing it. "Do you like touching me?" "I do." "Does it make you excited? Like, you know what I mean, right?" "I have an erection." She smiled broadly. "You do?" "I do. And does it make you excited?" "I'm all wet." "Marilyn!" a voice shouted from downstairs. "Have you practiced piano yet?" She gave Karakuri a little kiss. "I better run." "Yeah, OK." Marilyn's dad left on another work trip but, interestingly enough, her mom did not have Karakuri join her in her bedroom that night. Which meant that Marilyn had the automaton all to herself that night. She sat nervously on his bed next to him. "Should we kiss again?" she asked him. "Would you like to?" "What do you want to do?" "I would like to kiss." "Good!" She smiled broadly. It wasn't too long before Karakuri was squeezing her breasts again. She reached her hand down and put it on his crotch and she could feel his hard penis. "You have a hard-on!" she said with a big smile. "Yeah, it makes me excited to touch your breasts," he said. "I could..." Marilyn remembered Allison's suggestion from a few days earlier, "I could give you a blow job if you want." "Do you want to?" She smiled at him. "The real question is, do you want me to?" "I do." She knelt between his legs and pulled down his pajama pants and underwear and his beautiful penis was naked right in front of her. It was an even more amazing thing to see now, so hairy and big, purplish veins running through his shaft, balls hanging down so gloriously huge in their strange reddish sack. Most prominent, right in front of her face, was his reddish-purple head, giant and alien and strange. Oh god I am so in love with this cock! She wasn't sure she could get his head into her mouth, it was just so big, but she wanted to try so badly! So she opened her mouth wide and leaned down and it entered her. She did get his head inside her, but only his head; it filled her mouth completely. It felt wonderful, soft and spongy, and it tasted so nice, it tasted like he tastes when she kisses him only more intense, more wonderful. She sucked on it for a while, not sure what she was supposed to do, and then she pulled off of it. "I'm sorry, Karakuri, I don't really know what to do." "That is OK, Marilyn." "I hope it felt good?" "It felt wonderful, Marilyn." "I wish I could make you come." "Would you like me to come?" "What do you want? Do want to come?" "Yeah." The automaton reached down and started masturbating. Marilyn watched in fascination for a while, then she leaned down and opened her mouth and took his head in while he jacked off. "Ohhhh!" he said. She realized that was the first time she'd heard him moan. Maybe he really does enjoy this? Maybe it is more than just programming? "Marilyn, he said quietly, "Would you like me to ejaculate in your mouth?" She pulled off his head. "Do you want to?" "Yeah, sure. Yes." "Then do," she said, her eyes twinkling as she opened her mouth again and took his head inside her. It was literally one stroke, only one more stroke, and he came. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned aloud as the first shot fired out of him. Her mouth was instantly full, and before she even realized what was happening, his second shot fired out. His semen was thick and warm and salty, but it tasted good in a way, and she swallowed it just as his third shot came out. He kept masturbating and coming, filling her mouth over and over and she had to swallow and swallow just to keep up with him. When he finally finished, she sat back and wiped her mouth off with her hand. He was looking down at her and smiling. She stood up. "My turn now!" Back and forth, side to side, around in circles, she rubbed her pussy against her favorite masturbation toy. Up to her clit, down to her anus, up to her clit again; she came and came and came. "Do you want me to give you a blow job again?" "Do you want to?" "You tell me, what do you want?" "I would like for you to give me a blow job again." She smiled at him. "Don't say it like that. You need to be more assertive." "Um, I don't know what you mean." "Say something more like, 'I want a blow job, give me a blow job, girl.'" He smiled. "I want a blow job, give me a blow job, girl." She grinned. "Good, now, come up with your own words. Say it like that but use different words." "OK. Um... I want you to..." he paused like he was searching for the right words, "suck my cock... lady." "'Lady' sounds sort of funny. Can you think of a better word than 'lady?'" "Female?" "What do you think a guy would call a girl when he wants to do sex stuff with her?" The automaton sat there for a second, looking a bit confused. Then he said, "Bitch?" "Yeah, that prob'ly works." "Suck my cock, bitch," he said. "There you go!" She giggled. "Yes, sir, I will." She dropped down on her knees in front of him and pulled his pants down. His giant purple head looked as wonderful and intimidating as ever. She took it in her mouth and then pulled off, looking up at the automaton. "You should tell me what to do, so that I can make you come." "You should use your hand to stimulate my penis while my glans is in your mouth." She smiled. "Oh come on! Talk dirty, not like a scientist." "How about, Jack me off while you suck me bitch." "Yeah! Like that!" She lifted her hand to his cock and started beating on it. A couple minutes later her jaw was getting tired so she pulled off. He wrapped his hands around his cock. "Would you like me to come in your mouth?" he asked. "No, I am sorry; I'm gonna dump my load in your sluthole mouth so open wide." She smiled, then opened her mouth, and he fired his giant endless load of come down her throat. After she had enjoyed her favorite masturbation toy for a little while--back and forth, side to side, down to her anus again--they lay on his bed holding each other and listening to the driving rain outside hitting against the window pane. It was two in the morning when she woke up, having accidentally fallen asleep in his arms. ========== Four: Love ========== "Well, this is interesting," her dad said from behind his newspaper as the family was eating breakfast. "It looks like they've decided to give driver's licenses to automatons." "Really?" her mother said. "That would be so nice, if Karakuri could drive! That would make my life so much simpler." "Well, it sounds like they are only doing it for certain ones, we'll have to see if ours would qualify." "Oh, I'm sure he will. Everyone agrees he's the smartest automaton they've ever met." And so it was that her mom took Karakuri to a county government office. Marilyn went along for the ride. After they checked in with the receptionist, they were told to sit and wait until they could speak with a specialist. Marilyn looked around the room; there were probably about a dozen people there, including two little girls, sisters, apparently, one around four years old and the other maybe six or seven. They seemed to be entirely alone and looked scared. A man walked into the office. He caught Marilyn's eye because he looked a little shady--long, greasy hair, old army jacket, dirty clothes. He walked up to the counter and said something to the receptionist, very quietly. "I'm sorry," Marilyn heard the receptionist say. "You'll just have to wait for your court date. There's nothing that I can do to help you." The man raised his voice. "I need m' money!" Everyone in the room looked up. The two little girls looked even more scared. "I'm really sorry, I understand..." "Look," the man said, and he suddenly stepped back and pulled a gun out of his pocket. He pointed it at the receptionist. She looked terrified and he just stood there pointing it at her for a moment, then he turned, looking around the room. Then he pointed the gun and the little girls. "I'll shoot these little girls!" he hollered, his eyes wide. "I swear, I'll shoot them!" Karakuri stood up. Almost nonchalantly, he took a couple of steps until he was between the man and the girls. The youngest of the girls started sobbing, terrified. "What are you doing?" the man said to Karakuri. "I'll kill you!" "You cannot kill me," Karakuri said. "I am not alive." The man looked momentarily stunned, unsure of what was happening. Karakuri simply reached out and grabbed the gun, lifting it up so that the muzzle was pointed at the ceiling, then twisting it so that it popped out of the man's hand. Holding the gun high in the air with one hand, he grabbed the man's arm with the other and twisted it around his back, forcing the man to turn, lifting his arm up behind him. The man hollered. "Hurts! It hurts!" Karakuri simply pulled his arm up even higher and the man collapsed down onto his knees. The automaton turned to Marilyn. "Marilyn, please find something I can use to tie this man up." She jumped out of her seat and the receptionist was already digging around under the counter. She pulled a computer power cord out out. "Will this work?" "For now, but we need something better." Marilyn grabbed the cord and handed it to Karakuri, who set the gun on the counter and proceeded to wrap the cord tightly around the man's arms. The man fell to his stomach on the ground. Karakuri picked the gun up again, removed the ammunition clip and cleared the chamber, then handed them to the receptionist. "Call the police," he said very directly. "Put this gun somewhere safe. Then find a rope or something better to tie him up with." The receptionist nodded. Karakuri turned and looked at the two little girls. The youngest was wailing, sobbing, still terrified. The older girl looked stunned. The automaton walked over to them and, with an amazing gentleness, lifted the youngest girl into his arms and sat down in the chair she had been in, holding her closely to him. "It's OK, little one," he said softly. "No one is going to hurt you. I promise that no one will hurt you." The child buried her face in his chest and sobbed. "It's OK," he said, petting , "no one will hurt you." He looked over at the older girl. "You're very brave, aren't you?" She looked at him, her eyes wide, and nodded. "Your sister's very lucky to have someone as brave as you with her." The girl nodded again. "Where are your parents?" "Our mama's in jail." By now a number of people had come out of the back offices and were surrounding the gunman, one man had his knee against the man's neck, holding him down. He looked over at Karakuri. "They're here to register for the foster program," he said. "They're staying at the Randall Children's Home right now." Marilyn's mom stood up. "Oh, the poor little things! They can't go back to the children's home now, after all this, they'll be terrified. Can they come home with us?" The man smiled at her. "We can work something out, I'm sure." By now the police had arrived and the gunman was handcuffed and taken away. Once they had finished interviewing all the witnesses and Marilyn's mom had filled out the necessary paperwork, Karakuri stood up, holding the younger girl, who had stopped crying but was clinging tightly to him. He turned to the older girl. "This is my friend Marilyn," he said, gesturing to Marilyn. "She's going to hold your hand and I'll carry your little sister and we'll go to our house, OK? You'll be OK, Marilyn is as strong and as brave as you, and she will make sure that no one hurts you, OK?" The girl nodded and stood up and took Marilyn's hand. In the car on the way home, Marilyn looked back at Karakuri, who was sitting in the back seat with the two girls. "You were so good to these girls. Kara." "I owe it all to you Marilyn." "Oh come on!" "No, really. You taught me to not be awkward. How to relate to people." She smiled at him. "You know, I think you would make a good father." He looked at her and smiled. Her mom was concentrating on the road, but she smiled, too. "It's only temporary," Marilyn's mom said to her dad. "They'll find them a permanent foster home as soon as possible. We just couldn't make them go back to the children's home, after what happened." "I totally understand," her dad said. "Karakuri, you and I should move a spare mattress into Laura's room." Marilyn's little sister and the two new members of the family were already best friends, playing dolls in the back yard. Once the men were gone, Marilyn's mom looked at her with a rather serious expression over her mug of coffee. "So, you think Karakuri would make a good father, huh?" Marilyn felt her face get a little red. "Yeah, he was so good to those girls, don't you think?" "Yes, he's very sweet." Pregnant pause. Marilyn knew her mom had something more she wanted to say. "So, you and Karakuri," her mom said. "You've been spending a lot of time together." Marilyn's face got redder and she felt very embarrassed. "Believe me, I understand," her mom said. "I've... Well, I know he's good company." Marilyn felt very uncomfortable about the direction this conversation was taking. "So, Lynn, have you had sex with him?" "Mom! No!" Her mom looked at her for a moment. "I don't mean to embarrass you, it's just, I know you spend a lot of time in his room, and, well, he'll do anything you ask, that's how they're programmed." "Mom..." "It's just that you're so young, I don't want you to do anything... I don't want you to get hurt or anything like that. He's just a doll, you know." "No he isn't! He's a person!" Her mom smiled at her, sipping her coffee. "I've never told him to not do anything with you, Lynn. I thought about it, but I guess I sort of feel like it's OK for you to enjoy him, at least a little bit. He can be very... Well, I think it's OK if you have a little bit of fun with him. I'm just worried about you, that's all." "Mom! This is so embarrassing!" "What's embarrassing?" her dad asked, he and Karakuri coming back into the room. Marilyn looked at her mom, giving her a squinty-eyed pursed-lipped look. "Nothing, dear, we're just having a little 'birds and the bees' discussion." "Oh! Well, maybe Karakuri and I should leave then!" "No, we're done," her mom said. "Besides, if you're done in their room, I think it's time for the girls to go be bed." She stood up and walked to the back door. "Laura! Maria! Angela! Time to pick up the dolls and go to bed!" "Ah, Mom!" Laura said, but the two other girls were already picking up. Maria and little Angela fell into the family routine fairly easily and they proved to be very sweet little girls. Laura, in particular, was in heaven having a playmate her age and a little girl to dress up and do makeovers on. The only downside, from Marilyn's perspective, was that the girls always wanted to be around Karakuri, which meant that Marilyn found it difficult to find time to be alone with him. But she loved to watch the way they interacted, the girls doted on him so much and he was so sweet to them, it was just beautiful. And she could always sneak into his bedroom at night, if her dad was home or if her mom wasn't pigging him. And then she would play with her favorite masturbation toy, sitting on his face and having him lick her all over until she came. "You should have seen him, Allison, it was so beautiful! He was so sweet to Maria and especially to little Angela!" Allison grinned at her. "I think Marilyn is in loooove!" "Shut up!" "So, you gonna tell him to come down to the basement again after we get ready for bed?" "He's not just a toy, you know, Allison." "Oh come on, lover-girl. You give him blow jobs. I just want to find out what it's like." "You're so horny!" Allison giggled. "You're one to talk, little miss blow job!" Marilyn smiled. "Anyway, silly, I already asked him to come down once Mom and Dad are in bed." "You are the best friend ever!!!" The automaton came down a little while later. "Hi, Kara," Marilyn said to him. "So, you probably know what Allison has in mind, but you don't have to if you don't want to, you know." Allison gave her a crusty look. "I am happy to do whatever you want," he said. "Tell him to take his pants off and get a hard-on again!" Allison said. "You tell him, Allie." "OK. Kara, take your pants off and get a hard-on again." The automaton dropped his pants, his wonderful big cock exposed again. Allison's eyes twinkled as she watched his cock grow to a full, seven inch erection. "God, that's so beautiful," she said. "Tell him I want to give him a blow job." "You tell him!" "OK. Kara, I want to give you a blow job." "I would like that, Allie," the automaton said. He walked over to Marilyn's friend, the big purple had of his big penis right in her face. "What do I do?" she asked Marilyn. Marilyn grinned. "Maybe I should show you?" "Yeah, OK." The automaton turned so that his giant head was in front of Marilyn now. She leaned down and took it in her mouth, and then started jacking on his cock. She wrapped a hand around his huge balls, too. She pulled off of him. "Just like that." "Awesome! OK, my turn, Kara!" His big head, now shining with Marilyn's saliva, turned to face the other girl. She opened her mouth and took it in, and then started clumsily jacking on it. After a little while she pulled off. "Thanks," she said, looking up at the automaton. "Would you like me to ejaculate in your mouth?" He looked over at Marilyn. "Sorry. I mean, Open your mouth so I can come in it, bitch." Allison looked shocked. "What?" Marilyn started laughing so hard she almost fell off the couch. "Kara," she said when she settled down, wiping her eyes. "Maybe that's a bit too much for her." "I am sorry," he said, looking a bit confused. He looked back down at Allison. "Would you like me to ejaculate in your mouth?" he asked again. "No thanks!" she said. "OK." He went to retrieve his pants. "Wait, Kara," Marilyn said, "you can talk like that to me, if you want." The automaton walked back to her, his big purple head in front of her face. "Open your mouth so I can come in it, bitch," he said. She dropped her jaw. The automaton started jacking off and in a few seconds he stuffed his head her mouth and grunted. When he finished, Marilyn swallowed it and turned to her friend, smiling. "It doesn't taste too bad, really!" "Wow," Allison said. "That is so dirty!" "So," Allison said to Marilyn once Karakuri had gone back upstairs, "are you gonna have sex with him?" "What? You're crazy!" "Oh come on, you are so in love with him. You should have sex with him." "You're crazy!" Karakuri drove, with Marilyn's mom in the front passenger seat, Marilyn and Laura in the back. They were going to visit the two girls, Maria and Angela. Their mother had been released from jail, having reached a plea bargain with the prosecutor that allowed her to avoid any more time in prison, and the girls went back home. When they got to the apartment, the two girls came running out and grabbed Karakuri around the neck and he picked them both up at the same time and gave them big hugs. Their mother stood at the doorway, smiling. "They seem to like him," she said to Marilyn's mom. "Yes, they bonded with him a great deal." "I want to thank you for helping them so much," their mother said. "It was our pleasure, they are very sweet girls. You must be a good mother, to have raised such sweet girls." Maria grabbed Laura and Marilyn by the hands and dragged them into the apartment to show them their doll collection, little Angela still clinging tightly to Karakuri's neck while he walked in. "I'm gonna clean up my act," their mother said as she poured them all some coffee. "I need to do better by my girls. No more drugs." Marilyn's mom smiled sweetly at her. "I know you will. And we want to help you, as much as we can. If you ever need a babysitter, Marilyn is the best. Call any time. And if you ever need them to stay with us at all, they are always welcome." They looked over at the couch, where Karakuri was reading Angela some books he had brought as a gift for her. "Is he really a 'Ladies' Helper?'" the girls' mother asked. "He is." "He doesn't seem like one. I've only seen a couple, but they weren't anything like him." "Yeah, he's special." Marilyn could hardly help beaming as she sat there listing to the women talk. "I think he would make a good father," she said. The two mothers smiled at her. "Kara, do you still dream?" "Yeah." "Do you still dream about me? About us, being married and everything?" "Yes, I do." "I do too." "You do?" "Yep." Marilyn looked at the beautiful automaton for a little while. "You know what I think? I think we should get married." Karakuri's eyes looked sad. "How can we, though? You are too young, and I cannot produce offspring." "We can wait until I'm old enough, can't we?" "I will wait for you forever, Marilyn." "And as far as babies go, we could be foster parents. You would be the best foster dad in the whole wide world. Or we could adopt. Or we could do other things. It really isn't a big deal at all." The automaton looked at her. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Do you really want to marry me?" Tears flowed from Marilyn's eyes as well. "I really do!" He was crying freely now, almost bawling. "I am the happiest man on earth, Marilyn." ============= Epilogue: Sex ============= "Fuck me, bitch." "What?" "Give me your pussy, slut!" Marilyn sat on Karakuri's bed, looking at him with her mouth hanging open in astonishment. "I am sorry, Marilyn, I thought you liked it when I talk to you like that." "Oh!" she said, and she laughed. "No, I mean, yes, but sometimes it isn't appropriate. Like, you know, when you talked like that to Allison." "Oh. That wasn't appropriate?" "No." "And it isn't now?" "No, not really." "OK, I am sorry. I would like to stimulate my penis to ejaculation inside your vagina." She laughed again. "Not like that! You need to be romantic!" He sat there, looking at her and thinking for a moment. "I love you, Marilyn, and I would like to make love to you." "There you go!" she said. "Do you really want to?" "Yes, I do." "Um, it's just, I've never done it before, you know." "I will be a gentle lover for you," he said. "I know you will, Kara." "Then do you want to? Will you let me?" "Do you really want to?" "I do. I love you very much, Marilyn, and I want to be your first." "I want you to be my first." Naked now, they lay together on the bed; he was on top of her, she could feel the enormous head of his penis slipping inside her soaking wet pussy lips. He was incredibly gentle, just moving his huge head in and out of her, stretching her open, letting her get used to his size. Sometimes he pushed in a little further, testing. After a couple minutes, she whispered in his ear, "Go deeper." She felt a sharp pain as he pushed in and she knew her hymen was tearing. "Go, go deeper," she whispered, her voice labored, her breath sharp. She felt herself stretching open, inside, he was inside her now. "Oh, Kara, oh!" She felt him pull back. No, deeper! Deeper! And then he pushed back in, sliding into her, even deeper now, stretching her wide open. "Oh my god!" she said aloud. Her legs started shaking. Oh my god I'm coming now? He's barely even started! The whole length of her vagina was on fire. His cock was all the way in, then all the way out, then all the way in again. She felt so hot, all over her whole body but especially down between her legs, deep inside her down between her legs. And she was so wet, she couldn't believe how wet she was, it was literally dripping out of her as the automaton, her wonderful lover, slid his penis in and out of her. Waves of ecstasy were flowing through her body, surging, each one more intense than the last. Was she coming? Was this just one long, sustained orgasm, an orgasm that lasts the entire time that he fucks her? Oh my god what a wonderful feeling! He grunted. He's coming! Oh, Kara, come for me! Come in me! "Come inside me!" she said out loud. "Kara, come in me!" "Oh, Marilyn," he said, "Oh!" He grunted again, coming. Coming and fucking and coming and fucking. Her legs were shaking, her whole body was shaking, she was coming with him, coming and fucking and coming and fucking, oh my god he just keeps coming! How much does he have inside him? Finally he slowed down and then he stopped. They held each other for a little while and then he pulled out and she felt his come pouring out of her, there was so much he had filled her completely until she was overflowing and it just poured out of her, down to her anus and onto the bedsheets. And she lay there, feeling dirty, oh so wonderfully dirty, so much of his come was inside her and draining out of her. It was a wonderful, sexy, slutty feeling. Oh, Karakuri, you can do this to me whenever you want, as often as you want, I will be your little slut forever and ever and ever. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please consider leaving a comment at my erotic fiction web site, http://www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Candy for Grownups by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2015 Story codes: Mg(13), rom, Valentines Summary: A love story about a man and the teenage girl of his dreams, and their struggle to be together. A Valentines romance. Enjoy! ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================= "I was Helena in A Midsummer Night Dream," the girl said, "so I suppose that's my favorite?" "Oh yeah," the man replied. "Good choice! 'Cupid is a knavish lad," he recited with a teasing grin, "thus to make poor females mad.'" The girl, Jolie Hardin, giggled. "Well, I had fun being soulful and unrequited. How dare he spend all his time mooning after that hussy?!?" Jolie was a petite child, not yet five feet tall nor a hundred pounds. She smiled like a coy little thing, her face flush and pink with the excitement of their clandestine encounter, her blue eyes bright and twinkling. "So what's your favorite play, then?" she asked. The air was clear that beautiful night, and calm, and cool, as they walked from the coffee shop to the park where they often sat, whenever he could get into town, talking and laughing well into the night. And kissing, too. And lately, more than just kissing. Around them echoed a mesmerizing cacophony of life, the sounds of an August nightfall: frogs and crickets and other strange insects and animals raising a racket in their desperate attempt to find and secure a mate before the coming cold of winter silenced them. Amid kindred spirits, the man, Anthony Bailor looked longingly at his little girlfriend, then reached down and took her hand. "My favorite is, Henry the Fifth?" he cleared his throat exaggeratedly and declaimed, "'Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France.'" "That's a nice rhyme," Jolie said. "It sounds like one of your poems." The two of them had met, actually, in an online forum about poetry. She'd commented on one of his poems, he responded, they began corresponding and discovered that they only lived a hundred miles apart. They agreed to meet for coffee one evening and he made the drive, heart pumping with the excitement of a new-found crush. "You're very sweet, you know, Jellybean." He smiled at her in the dim light of the street lamps, then gripped her hand a little tighter and turned off from the sidewalk onto a path leading into their little park. She was beautiful, almost beyond belief; a glowing face, golden hair blowing unkempt in the warm late evening breeze, a big smile that spoke of all the joy she found in the world, pale blue eyes that glittered like gems. Yes, little Jellybean was beautiful, and more importantly for him, she was smart. As smart as they come, and a fine poet as well. As their correspondence became more personal, they began to write poems for each other, and their poetry began to take on an erotic flair, and he discovered that she was also far sexier and more playful than her scant thirteen years of age, and complete lack of experience with men, would lead one to expect. He'd fallen for her, quite easily and rather hard, and hadn't found his footing yet. "Well, Henry the Fifth is good," he said, "but it can't really be considered his best. That honor must necessarily go to Hamlet: 'The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead 'Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.'" "Oooh," she said, squeezing his hand a little tighter and looking pensively at the shadows in the dusk-darkened park. "Yeah, " he answered in a hushed tone, gripping her hand strongly back. "Zombies! Shakespearean zombies!" Little Jolie giggled. "I'm glad you're here to protect me, my strong and handsome Antoni." "Oh yes: Andy, actuary by day, zombie-fighter and maiden-protector by night!" They both laughed with the merriment of new love and beautiful evening as they sat down at their favorite bench, shrouded secretly in the canopy of an old oak tree. He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. "But my favorite thing that he ever wrote," her brave maiden-protector said, "is Mercutio's soliloquy in Romeo and Juliet, about Queen Mab, the fairy-bringer of naughty dreams: 'O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife...'" "Naughty dreams?" Jellybean looked up at him, her blue eyes full of sparkles in the darkling moonlight. "Yes, naughty Shakespearean dreams!" "My favorite!" she said with a great big wonderful smile. "I find that you are a bit of a naughty girl, aren't you, little Bean?" His hand moved down from her shoulder, onto her back and under her arm, finding a soft little mound of flesh to fondle. "So tell me, what is this that Mercutio is talking about? 'Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat, 'Not half so big as a round little worm 'Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid...' "What do you think this little worm is, Jellybean? What little gray-cloaked button might a maid be lazily fingering?" Jolie felt her face go warm. "Really? He's talking about... a clit?" Andy smiled at her and gave the budding breast he was fondling a little squeeze. "He is!" "I think you're a bit naughty too, Andy," sweet Jolie said, lifting her arm to allow him easier access. "Fear not, fair maid! For I am a man of good intentions!" She gave him a teasing grin. "Hopefully your intentions aren't _that_ good," she said. "I wouldn't worry about that, either," he said with a smile. "Here, I'll show you how much I plan on corrupting you." He took a small silver flask out of his jacket pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. Then he reached the flask out to the girl. "Do you like whiskey? This is my favorite, a bourbon called Elijah Craig. You wanna try some?" She looked at him skeptically. "What's it like?" "It's like candy, for grown-ups." "Grown-up candy sounds like something I might like to try. But I'm not exactly a grown-up, you know." "I find that you are quite mature for your age." She blushed a little at his compliment. "But in some ways I'm still a little girl, you know." "In what ways?" She took the flask from him and held it under her nose and breathed in, a deep breath that was in fact too deep: it hit her nostrils sharply, clearing them out. She moved her head back slightly, her eyes opening involuntarily in surprise. She looked over the flask at him and wondered what he'd offered her. Wondered for a brief moment what she was getting into with this man. "I don't know," she said, handing the flask back to him without taking a sip. "Seems strong to me." "It is strong, that's true," he said. "Strong and sweet and spicy, just like our love." Her face warmed again. "To us?" he said, raising the flask to his mouth and taking a big sip. "You sure you don't want to try a little?" "OK, I will," she said, taking the flask back again. She tipped it to her mouth, just a little, just enough to taste a drop or two. A remarkable warmth spread across her tongue. She found it was even stronger than she thought it would be, but not unpleasant. Candy? she thought to herself. OK, maybe, if you really use your imagination. She took another small sip, then a slightly larger one. Andy was looking at her with his eyebrows slightly raised. "What do you think?" he asked. She took another sip, even larger this time, and felt it warm all down her throat and in her chest and abdomen. And she felt, just very slightly, an odd lightheadedness. "Ummmmmm..." she said, already taking another sip, her head starting to feel a little bit like it was floating away. And now her whole body was warm; her chest, her stomach, even down between her legs. She smiled, to herself she thought, but he clearly noticed. She could tell with some embarrassment that he knew exactly what she was thinking: It _is_ warm down there! And with that thought, she suddenly felt herself start getting wet. "I like this stuff," she said, very quietly. He screwed the lid onto the flask and set it down next to him, then leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned her face towards him, blue eyes sparkling, cheeks pink and flush, and they kissed. The crickets chirped, the frogs croaked, the three-quarters moon lit the evening in a warm yellow glow. The wind was cool, the stars were bright, and the lovers kissed. And as they kissed, their hands explored. What is that goddamn sound? This is what Andy Bailor thought to himself, after fifteen minutes of kissing and exploring with his beautiful sexy thirteen year old girlfriend. Why is there a Taylor Swift song suddenly emanating from nowhere? "Oh, my phone!" Jolie said. To the great disappointment of both man and girl, she had to pull her hand out of his pants to answer the call. "Hi Mom... Yeah, I know, it's just... OK, OK, I just went for a little coffee with... OK! I'll come home right now." She put her phone down and look over at the man with sad, droopy eyes. "Sorry..." she said as he reluctantly pulled his hand out of her pants now, too, his fingers warm and sticky from the treasure they found as they explored between her legs. Damn it, he thought, as they stood up and began walking in the direction of Jolie's house. He'd thought, or at least hoped, that maybe tonight would be the night. If only her damned mom would have given them fifteen more minutes, maybe half an hour at the most, he would have made a woman of her that night. He knew his little Jellybean was ready. She might be only thirteen, and still a virgin, but he'd never know a girl that was so interested in sex and motivated to start learning. She'd told him, more than once, that she wanted him to be her first. And he'd told her, more than once, that he was incredibly honored by that. He kissed her on the cheek around the corner from her house. "See you again? Soon?" She squeezed his hand in the sweetest way. "Definitely!" She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips. "I love you," she said. "I love you too." =-=-=-=-= It It was dark in her bedroom, the night it happened. She heard the door open, very slowly, very quietly, and she recognized the large frame of her mother's boyfriend as he stepped carefully into her room and quietly shut the door behind him. Her heart sunk, even as it exploded. She knew why he was there. There was no doubt in her mind. He was standing by her bed now. "Jo?" she heard him whisper. "Joey?" "What do you want, Brad?" she said to the dark figure, in a voice that crackled with fear. She already knew the answer. 'Shhhhhh," he said, "Quiet. Settle down. We don't want to wake your mother, do we?" "Why?" Her voice was trembling as she sat up in her bed. "Why don't we want to wake up Mom?" "Jo, your mom is already angry enough." He was sitting on her bed now, reaching out to her. "Mom's angry?" She pushed his hand away. "Why?" He grabbed her wrist, a strong hand, gripping tight. "Don't now, Joey," he said, twisting her arm enough that it began to sting. "She's angry at both of us, 'cause of the way you act around me. The way you lead me on." "I don't..." She wanted to deny what he was saying, but she hesitated. Maybe she _did_ lead him on? She'd always been a flirty girl, but she didn't really mean anything by it. Is it possible that her mom thought it did mean something? That even Brad thought it meant something? Maybe it _did_ mean something? Maybe she really did want this? She started crying. She couldn't help it. He was stroking her hair now as she sat next to him and sobbed. He could sense her acquiescence. "Joey, quiet down now, OK?" "I... I don't want to do this..." "Yeah you do," he said, gently but with a surprisingly menacing tone. "You know you do." "I... I...." She wanted to stop crying. It was humiliating to be crying like this in front of him. Andy always said she was brave and strong. She wanted so badly to be brave and strong. "It'll be OK, Joey," he said, more lecherous than comforting. "You want it. You'll like it." She caught her breath, so that she would stop sobbing, as he ran his hands all over her body, taking all her privacy away from her, breaking her will. "Shh," he said. "Quiet, you'll wake your mom. And she'll be so angry." She lay underneath him with her eyes shut tight, tears streaming down her face, thinking about her man, her poet, the one she loved. Her Antoni. It hurt the entire time that Brad fucked her, and she hated it, and after he had satisfied his needs, he left her laying alone and crying in her bed. When he came back again the next night, opening her door quietly and shh-ing her so that she wouldn't wake her mom, she accepted her fate with resignation. She hoped at least that he might teach her something about being a woman. As much as she longed to return to Andy, she didn't email him again. She didn't respond to his emails, she never asked him to meet her secretly at the coffee shop again. She was too ashamed to talk him, and felt that her worthlessness would sully the wonderful man, and so with great sadness and pain she let go of that part of her life. She had a new man now, and although he did not love her or care for her like Andy did, at least he gave her sex, and that was something. And maybe she didn't love him, not like she loved her Antoni, but she did care for him, in a way. Maybe she would even come to love him one day? He came into her room every night, and whenever they were alone in the house together, and she found that she began to enjoy it. Even to crave it. And she became increasingly terrified that her mother would find out. She knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught, and she knew that the destruction this would wreak on her family was unimaginable. =-=-=-=-= It all seemed a bit silly to Anthony, as he descended the short staircase leading into the ballroom, his friend Danielle on his arm. It wasn't the mockingly cheesy decorations that made him feel silly; sure the giant heart-shaped tunnel constructed entirely of pink and red and white heart-shaped balloons looked ridiculous, and couldn't hope to conceal the fact that this room was actually the large dining hall of a homeless shelter. But, they at least looked appropriately Valentine's-y, which was good because this was a Valentine's ball. A Valentine's masquerade ball. He felt silly because, while a photographer snapped a romantic picture of him and Danielle, arm-in-arm as they emerged from the heart tunnel onto the disco-ball dance floor, he knew she wasn't really his date. They both did their theatrical best for the picture, holding their little masks to their faces and waltzing together onto the dance floor. But it was all pretend; she was hot for one of the bartenders who had volunteered his services for the fundraiser that evening. And he, well, he was in love with a girl who had just turned fourteen a few weeks earlier and was now not on his arm where she belonged, but instead was no doubt laying her head down in some strange bed, where she most certainly did not belong. He had been devastated two months earlier, when Jolie had stopped responding to his emails. But his devastation had turned to sudden joy, just a couple weeks ago, when he received an entirely unexpected email: --------- "From: Jolie Jellybean," it said. "Subject: I have missed you, my Antoni." --------- He had been practically paralyzed as he sat and stared at his computer screen. Oh my god, she emailed me again. The girl of my dreams has emailed me again. Part of him didn't want to open the email. Part of him could feel a weight of hurt that hung over him, the profound sadness of her sudden absence, which had slowly and painfully dissipated over the last two months until he found himself thinking fond memories of her, and nothing else. But suddenly now those sad emotions all flooded back in a cascading shower of pain and confusion, and most of all, of concern. Concern, after all, because something must have gone terribly wrong with the poor girl for her to have suddenly broken off their relationship like she did. It was because of this overwhelming feeling of concern that he forced his now-shaking fingers to move the mouse, to click, to open the email. --------- Dear Andy, I am sorry I haven't been in touch. I have missed you. Hopefully you aren't too angry? Things got confusing, and then they got bad. And then I had to leave. I'm living in Cleveland now, and I don't always have internet, but as soon as I did, I wanted to email you. I should be able to get online more often now, do you think maybe we would be able to chat again some more? I would like that. I miss you. Oh, and I just turned fourteen. Happy birthday to me! How are you, my Antoni? Are you still writing? How are the kitties? With love, Jellybean --------- Over the course of the next couple of weeks, he carefully and cautiously extracted small bits of her story: the "seduction" by her mother's boyfriend, her decision to leave, the fact that she was in a better place now. He wanted desperately to go see her. He wanted her to know that he cared about her, that he still considered her the girl of his dreams, and that he still found her unbelievably sexy regardless of what happened between her and the boyfriend. Above all, he wanted her to feel good about herself, to feel like she was special and worthy of love and adoration, which is exactly how he felt about her. But Cleveland was a long four hour drive from Reedsville, not the kind of thing that is easy to pull off for a cup of coffee. So he was overjoyed to get an invite from his old friend Danielle to attend a Valentine's Day fundraiser for the homeless shelter where she worked. He immediately emailed Jolie to tell her that he would be in town, and would she like to get together? Yes, she replied, she wanted to see him. As soon and as much as possible! And so they planned that they would spend the afternoon together on the day of the masquerade ball, and he would see her again, as much as possible, during his weekend stay. He had no intentions whatsoever of taking advantage of his sweet little Jellybean; he would never do such a thing to any girl in such vulnerable circumstances, least of all dear Jolie, the love of his life. For now, at least, he planned only to be with her, to support her, to be a father-figure to her. This he had come to see as his most important role in her life; being the father for her that she had never had, helping her with the many difficult decisions she had in her life, providing a sympathetic ear and a shoulder to cry on. Shortly after the cameraman had taken their photo, his erstwhile "date" for the evening gave him a little peck in the cheek and took off to find her bartender beau, where she was certain to be camped on a stool batting her eyelashes for the rest of the evening. "I promise I'll dance with you," she said. "Lots! Just come find me when you want to dance, OK?" He looked around the room, alone in the wake of her exit. It occurred to him that he should belly up to the bar himself and spend the night drinking. Really what else could he reasonably expect to do this evening? He'd love to find himself a single woman to spend time with, especially one who was a little dirty. OK, a lot dirty. That's kind of what he felt like he needed, after his meeting with Jolie earlier in the afternoon. The meeting had gone well enough, but to a large extent it just made him feel sad. The poor girl had been through so much, and he played is father role well, providing advice, asking questions, trying as best he could to give her whatever help he might, but being very careful and cautious with her as well, particularly with regard to anything sexual. This left him with an intense sense of longing and sadness and disappointment. Things really should not have turned out this way. They really were meant to be much more beautiful. And so, as he stood there alone looking out at the heart shaped balloons, all the heart fucking shaped balloons mocking him mercilessly, he decided that what he really needed was a dirty woman to help satisfy his physical longing, so that he could devote his emotional attention to the needs of his young Jolie, the true girl of his dreams, who needed his help and his care and concern, so much more than he needed her physical attention. Of course, it didn't seem very likely that he would encounter an available woman at a Valentine's ball, but, hope springs eternal, as they say, and so he slowly made his way to the bar to order a scotch on the rocks and a beer back, and he kept his eyes open as he walked, looking for anyone who might fit the bill for the evening. As luck would have it, he did see someone who seemed to be an interesting option. She was a petite little woman, just how he liked them--short and slim, and, given her outfit, perhaps looked a little dirty as well; she was dressed, from head to toe--or at least head to bottom--in a kitten outfit. She had a black kitten mask that covered all of her face except her mouth and chin and eyes, which were sparklingly visible as they reflected the lights of the mirrored disco ball; she had on black cat ears a well, with adorable pink insides. She wore a plain and simple black minidress, and from her backside protruded a most becoming tail, sticking up in the air with a certain appealing perkiness. Almost instantly he felt a familiar stirring as he contemplated how interesting this young woman might be, were he to get her to his hotel room. Oddly, she also seemed to take an interest in him. She seemed to be watching him as he made his way to the bar, and after he had given a polite smile to Danielle and tipped her love interest handsomely for his drinks, Ms. Catgirl seemed to make a point of coming closer to him and giving him a little smile. "Hello," he said to her. Her blue eyes twinkled behind her mask in reply. He followed up his greeting with, "You want a drink?" She cocked her head to the side, looking at him, and lifted her hands in the air in front of her, curled forward in a little kitty-paw pose. "Nyah," she said, with a barely-noticable shake of her head. "Alright," he said, not wanting the conversation to end just yet. "How about a dance?" Her eyes twinkled again in reply, and she reached a paw out to him.. She proved to be as lithe on the dance floor as her kitten visage would imply, and he found himself becoming entranced. She was beautiful, and sexy, and fun, and while she didn't say much he could tell that she was smart as well. All the things that Jolie was to him. She did not seem to be with any date at the party, which didn't really make much sense, but he decided that perhaps she was a volunteer from the homeless shelter, or maybe she was unlucky enough to have a date like his? Regardless, they danced the next song together, and the next, and as they eventually made their way to a table in the corner of the large room, he discovered that his heart was beating harder than he would have thought from the dancing. He was becoming quite enamored with the little kitten that had made a sudden unexpected appearance in his life. They sat at a table, warm and flush from the dancing and, a disinterested observer might note, also from the excitement of their new affair. After a bit of small talk--"This DJ's hot, huh?" "Yeah, he's playing great songs tonight!"--and a Coke for her and another whiskey and ice for him, she squinted her eyes through her kitten mask and asked, in a husky purr, "Have you ever seen the inside of a cloak closet?" "Huh?" he said in his genuinely dumbfounded voice. Not a particularly charming or seductive air. "I don't believe I've ever seen the inside of a cloak closet, and I've always wanted to know what they are like. Will you show me?" "Um," he stammered, still dumbfounded. She stood up and reached a paw in his direction. "I know where a cloak closet is. Will you show me the inside?" They barely made it half-way into the closet--really a rather large storage room with temporary clothing racks, filled to the brim with the winter coats of hundreds of guests. Whoever it was whose job it was to staff the cloak room was gone, and the man and his kitty cat barely made it half-way into the closet before they were kissing, deep, energetic kisses as if they had been in love for years. And they found in the dark forest of coats, in the back of the room, a table. And the kitty cat lifted the little black skirt of her dress and pulled her little white panties down and leaned over on her stomach on the table. And then Anthony Bailor became her tomcat, and mounted her. In the darkness he could barely see her petite little pale round bottom, and as he busied himself unbuttoning his trousers, the kitten reached between her legs and spread her pussy open and helped him to find his mark. Oh, glorious sex! Her womanly lips were warm and loving as they wrapped around his cockhead and welcomed him inside her. As he pushed in, he was amazed at how tiny her sex was. He could barely fit. The little thing was moaning softly as he worked his way in and out of her, and then she grunted when he reached his full depth, her lips hot now and splayed open around the base of his cock. And then he fucked her. Back, and in, deep full strokes, a man taking full advantage of the little slut he just happened to stumble upon. He needed this, so fucking badly, physical release with not a string attached, and he took out his stress on that poor catgirl's pussy, pounding her hard. He had a hand on the middle of her back, holding her down face first on the table, and he ravaged that tiny little pussy. If he could just get get a week's worth of relief from her. A month's worth. Then he could focus on helping his dear sweet baby Bean. Bean! Oh Bean! Suddenly his mind was flooded with emotions and memories and moving pictures, and he didn't even notice the catgirl any more. She may as well not even have existed now, replaced entirely by Jolie Hardin in his mind. And so he stopped. He couldn't do this. The kitten looked back at him over her shoulder. "Why'd you stop?" she growled. "Don't!" "I... I'm sorry, I was getting too rough... Too rough?" Kitten hissed, "No! Certain people who shall not be named have been treating me entirely too delicately lately. Take me like you mean it! Use me, please, that's what I want!" Duty bound now, he sunk his cock back into her. Deep penetration, all the way! All the fucking way! The warm tightness of her cunt gripped him fully and the kitten let out a wail. Back and sinking all the way in again, his balls slapping hard against her pubic mound. Wham wham wham! And in his mind it was his little Jellybean that he was fucking now, but it was OK, because she wanted this. She needed this! She needed this as bad as him! Oh Jellybean!" he cried outloud. He pushed down hard on the woman's back and hammered hard in her hot wet cunt. Her face was shoved into the table and she had a big smile across her lips and a dreamy glassiness in her eyes. "Oh you little slut," he said with a hoarse whisper, "I'm gonna come!" The little kitten managed to lift her head from the table and look back at him. "Give me your princely gift," she said in a deep purr. "Bathe my womb with your semen." As he came, he's mind was flooded with hormones, which in turn flooded him with emotions, which in turn filled his voice, shouting "Bean! Jellybean! My dear sweet Jellybean!" Needless to say, he felt a little sheepish when he pulled out of the woman after he had finished, having shouted the name of his girlfriend while making love, and again with great passion as he came inside her. She, however, didn't seem to mind. She smiled as she rolled over on the table, sitting on her bottom, reached down, and pulled her panties up. And then, with a funny little grin that he could barely see in the darkness, she asked, "So who's Jellybean?" "Um, yeah, sorry about that." "No problem," she said, the grin turning onto a sly smile as she stood to wobbly legs. "It was a fantastic fuck. So, she's your girlfriend then?" "Yeah, in a way. More like the love of my life." "Aww," she said with a genuinely warm smile. "Unrequited love?" He smiled genuinely back. "That's right." "Well then," she put a little paw quite tenderly on his arm. "Go requite it." He wanted to say "I can't," but the words wouldn't come. The kitten disappeared into the crowd after the incident in the cloak closet. He looked around for her for a little while, with a certain sense of shame and disappointment. But ultimately those feelings went away, drown in several more whiskeys and beers, until--Danielle, his erstwhile date, having left long earlier when the bartender's shift ended--he finally managed to drag himself out the door and stumble down the street to his hotel. He did have a vague recollection of having seen the little cat woman one more time that evening. Where had he seen her? He wasn't entirely sure. In his stupor he remembered wondering if she was working the cloakroom. Yeah, she got him his coat, right? They chatted for a while. Did he give her his spare hotel key? God what a drunken idiot I am! I hope my wallet's still here! He meant to sit up and check for his wallet and his phone, and then he had the sudden thought that made his head pound a bit with the pressure of unexpected blood flow. Jolie! Fuck! I'm supposed to meet her breakfast! But there was an odd contrasting feeling at the same time that calmed his aching head and generally sent feelings of warmth and pleasure through his body. It was this second feeling caused him to open his eyes, to look down, and there he saw her, the little catgirl from the night before, complete with her mask and ears and tail, down between his legs. Soft lips locked around cockhead, gentle tongue lapping at crown, feminine feline fingers lightly beating on thick hard masculine tomcat shaft. As his head cleared of the leftover alcohol and the restless sleep and the various unfounded waking fears, it became full of another thought. I must be dreaming. But as he felt himself nearing the edge of bliss in this superb, expert mouth, he realized it if this was in fact merely a dream it was the most fantastically realistic dream he had ever had in his life. And so he lay there enjoying the pleasure; whether it was a dream or no, he would enjoy this experience as much as long as he could, and so he just lay there and let his little lover from the night before bring him to the most wonderful glorious orgasm that you could ever imagine a man having. The kitten lapped up his semen, taking the entire load into her mouth and swallowing repeatedly, even as he continued to shoot more down her throat. As s he pulled away, she sat back on her knees and wiped some of the come off of her lips with the back of her hand, then gave him the sweetest little smile from underneath her kitten mask. "How...Uh, Thanks..." He reached out to her, wanting to touch her in welcome and gratitude. But with the smile still on her face, she turned and found a little sign at the foot of his bed, one of those hand-lettered cardboard sign like the homeless beggar kids have on every street corner. Scrawled in black marker in large letters was the message, LITTLE KITTEN FREE TO A GOOD HOME And then with most wonderful adorable look of happiness on her face, she pulled her kitten mask off. He stared for a moment before he could form any words. "Jellybean?" he finally said, quietly. "Jellybean!" he said much louder, his face erupting with pleasure. "My Jellybean!" "My Antoni!" the love of his life said back to him. Anthony Bailor stood with his feet apart, his hands on top of Jolie Hardin's head, holding her like she was a precious possession as she worked magic on his cock. Her tongue of velvet softness lapped, encircling his tingling head as best the little muscle could. Tasting, slurping, coaxing come from him. And as she sweetly lapped, she sucked, lips locked tightly around the base of his crown, suck; lap; suck; lap. He pulled her head towards him, hopeful that she was willing to use her throat today, and she looked up at him with big bright shining eyes, then closed them lightly, inhaled, and let him pull her into him entirely. His cock sank down her throat, balls nestled against chin. He pulled back, and pushed in, holding the little girl in place while he used her throat. When she started involuntarily gagging, he pulled out entirely and she swallowed hard and took several gasping breaths. "I'm sorry, Bean," he said. "Too much?" Her only response was to open her mouth wide and invite him back in. It was Valentine's Day, the anniversary of their first love-making in the cloak closet at the homeless shelter. As a present, he had bought her, among other things, a little pair of heartsy panties, white with little pink and red hearts and a little bow at the top. It was the only thing she had on right now. Her breasts were still quite small, but they were much larger than the little things he'd first enjoyed in those clandestine moments in the park. They were now plump and round and wonderfully fun, even though they were not at all large, and they swayed womanly as she rocked back and forth on his cock. Her nipples, too, and matured, becoming more defined; no long little pale puff-balls, they now had thick pink nubs standing up proudly. After the little kitty from the masquerade ball and revealed her true identity to him, she refused to return to the shelter. "I will run away again, to the streets, if you take me back there," she said, her arms crossed in defiance. And of course Anthony put up little resistance. Instead, he called his friend Danielle and explained the situation to her--well, _a_ situation, not necessary _the_ situation. "I was walking past the shelter this morning and a girl on the steps asked me for money so I offered to buy her some breakfast... And she told me she won't go back to the shelter, she hates it there. I don't want her to run. What do you suggest?" "Well, don't let her go back on the streets," was Danielle's answer. "It's a hell of a life out there for a young teen. Keep her safe for now, OK?" That began a long process of working through the legal wranglings of foster parenthood for a runaway girl who steadfastly refuses to tell the authorities anything at all about her past. But she has stayed with him the whole time. "Let's get those heartsy panties off," he said to her, pulling his cock out of her throat for the second time. She gasped for air again. "Yes, Papa. But..." "But what?" "But... will you take them off for me? With... your mouth?" Anthony laid a path of Valentine's chocolates down Jolie's chest and belly, with a final one resting atop her panties on her pubic mound. She was giggling the whole time. "It tickles!" He began kissing her neck, moving down. "Wait," she said, and she reached down and slipped the last chocolate inside her heartsy panties. "That way you have to take them off to get your treat. Both of your treats." With a huge smile on his merry face, Anthony moved down and ate the chocolates from the chest and belly of his love, pausing of course to cover pink nipples with slurpy chocolatey kisses. When he reached Jolie's little special Valentine's panties, he gripped the little pink bow at the top of the waistband with his teeth and pulled down. Jolie giggled as she lifted her bottom in the air to help him. He found his last chocolate, nestled in a little tuft of blond pubic hair. "What's this little treasure?" he said. "Candy for you, my Antoni." He plucked the chocolate from its beautiful girlish nest and savored the taste of it in his mouth. "It's good!" "There's more candy down there, you know." "Yeah?" Jolie smiled down at her man. "Uh huh. Candy for grownups!" [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

A Play at the Plate by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2021 Story codes: Mff, ff, incest, father-daughter, softball, oral, vaginal, cumshot, creampie Summary: The tale of two high school softball players, one a senior, the other a freshman. Enjoy the sexual exploits of Cassi and Anna and their friends, fine young sporting ladies looking for adventure on and off the field! ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============== Chapter One: The First Day of Practice "Softball Rocks!" Cassi Martin shouted to the gaggle of girls gathered around her at home plate. The girls all cheered, and did a group fist pump, and ran out onto the field for their first day of practice. Cassi looked around, observing all the girls with a keen eye, and when Emma got to the mound, Cassi crouched down in her catcher's stance. "Come on, Emma," she shouted, "show us what you got! Right down the pipe, girl!" She felt the tell-tale sting of a fastball hitting her mitt, heard the loud slap, smelled the dust of the leather. Fuck ya! She thought to herself as she scooped the ball out of her glove. Softball season's back again! When she stood up to toss the ball back, Cassi realized there was a girl standing next to her. "Hey," she said. "You must be Anna." Anna was a new recruit, a little fourteen year old Freshman. She'd moved into town over the summer, but apparently she was the star catcher at her middle school back in Colorado. Cassi looked her over -- thin, slender, girlish. She had a bit of growing to do before she'd be a star on a high school team. But damn, she was a cutie; red hair in adorable raggedy-anne curls, freckles on her face, and when she smiled at Cassi, these absurdly precious dimples formed in her cheeks. Cassi couldn't help but wonder what Anna's sexual preferences might be. It could be a pretty fun season, if she was bi. "Hi," the girl said in a nervous little squeak. "And you're Cassi?" "That's right," Cassi said, crouching down again. "Go get your gear on, I want to see you in action." Then she shouted out to Emma on the mound, "Give me another one! High and hard this time, girl!" Whap! The sound of the pitch hitting leather echoed through the empty stadium. "Damn!" Cassi said. "You've got your good stuff today, Em!" Coach Ryder was a big woman. Not that she was overweight, just big. Solid. Muscular. In fact, she was a pretty intimidating figure, especially for the younger girls. Cassi remembered that well, as she sat in the chair across from her coach's metal desk after practice was over. There was a time when she would have been terrified to have been called into Coach's office after practice. But Cassi was a senior now, and a team captain. She was coming off an all-star year and a state championship, and she was going to be a scholarship player in college next season, as soon as she picked a school. Cassi'd had a good working relationship with Coach Ryder for four years now, and she was comfortable sitting in that chair across from that big metal desk. "So," Coach said, sitting back and eyeing Cassi. "First day of practice. What'd'ya think of the new catcher?" "She's cute," Cassi answered with an impish smile. Coach frowned. "I'd expect a more serious response from one of my team captains." "Well," Cassi said, trying to suppress the smile. "She's a bit on the skinny side, for a catcher. Tall enough, that's for sure, but skinny." Coach nodded. "Need to beef her up some." "A high-protein diet," Cassi said. She wasn't able to stop herself from grinning. "I could probably find some guys who'd be willing to help her out with that." Coach's face didn't change from her frown. "I'm going to assume you mean the guys in the weight room, and their protein shakes." Cassi giggled. "Of course that's what I mean!" Coach rolled her eyes. "So what else did you notice about her?" "Well, she's not going to be hitting many home runs, but she is pretty fast. If she gets on base, good things could happen." "I'm planning to ask Lindsay to help with her batting. I'm more interested in your assessment of her skills behind the plate." "Okay," Cassie said. "I mean, I hate to be too critical, you know? It was just her first practice. But she seemed a bit slow coming out of her crouch when we were doing the base stealing drills." Coach nodded. "I noticed. I want you to work with her on that. The whole reason I'm putting her on the varsity team is that she's the best prospect we've got to replace you, once you're off to Stanford or Michigan or wherever." "I'll probably just end up at State," Cassi said, "but that's okay." "Damn right that's okay." Coach nodded in the direction of the pennant pinned to her bulletin board, with the words "State" in prominent green and gold. A reminder that State is, in fact, her alma mater. "Now you've got your marching orders. You're gonna turn this new catcher into a little Cassi Martin by the end of this season. I need her ready to be our regular starter next year." Cassi stood up. "Yes, Ma'am!" she said. "I figured you wouldn't mind the assignment," her coach said, showing a hint of a smile for the first time since Cassi walked into her office. "Like you say, she is cute." Cassi laughed. "She sure is!" Coach shook her head, but she was smiling. "See you at practice tomorrow. Now get out of here." Chapter Two: Anna's Confession Cassi tossed a popcorn kernel in the air, lifted her face and opened her mouth, and caught it square on her tongue. "Is that their coach?" Anna said on the couch next to her. Cassi looked at the TV. "Yeah. Um, Johnson. Frank, I think. Frank Johnson." "He's cute!" Cassi looked at the television some more. Um... okay... It's not that the coach was bad looking or anything, but the guy had to be pushing forty years old at least. His hair was going gray, his face was starting to show a few wrinkles around his mouth. You might call him "distinguished," maybe even "handsome." But "cute?" She'd never expected to hear a fourteen year old girl describe a guy his age as "cute." She struggled to think of something to say in response. "Sure," she finally said, "he's cute. But he's a little old, don't you think?" "Oh, I guess, yeah," the girl answered. Cassi saw Anna's cute cheeks get a little red. "It's just, I don't really like boys my age, you know?" "Sure," Cassi said, "I get that." And honestly, she did. She'd only been with a couple of boys, but they were pretty damned annoying. "I've never been with an older guy," she continued, "but it is fun to think about, isn't it?" "You've never been with an older guy?" Anna said. "No!" Cassi answered. "Have you?" "Well..." the girl said. Her cheeks turned an even more adorable shade of red. "You have!" Cassi said, sitting up, all excited. Cassi's opinion of the little Freshman was definitely improving. Up until now, she'd figured that Anna was a shy, innocent little girl. Not exactly a great personality for the future starting catcher on a state champion softball team. But she was beginning to learn some interesting facts about shy little Anna! "So how old is this guy?" She asked the girl. "Like, a senior?" When Anna didn't answer, Cassi upped her ante. "A college guy? Fuck, are you serious?" "I probably shouldn't say." The little girl was bright red now. "I don't want to get anyone in any trouble." "Oh come on," Cassi said. "We're friends, right? I promise I won't tell anyone anything. Does he live in town? Is he, like, your boyfriend? Or was it just one time or, friends with benefits or something?" "He lives here. And I guess you'd say he's my boyfriend," Anna answered. "No way!" Cassi practically shouted. "I'm so jealous! I've never even been on a date with an older guy!" "You haven't?" Anna said. "You're so popular! Everybody must want to go out with you." Cassi laughed. "I'm really not very popular." "Yes you are! You're like a star!" Cassi had to admit, she did like to hear people tell her that she was a star. "Yeah, I guess," she said, "but I'm a star catcher on the softball team. That's not exactly the kind of thing that gets guys hot and bothered." She giggled. "It's not like I'm a cheerleader or something." "Well," Anna giggled, too. "Some guys think softball players are hot." "Yeah? Like your boyfriend?" The young girl's freckled cheeks went red again. "Sweet," Cassi said. "I definitely like guys who think softball players are hot." "Um," Anna said, still blushing, "well, if you're interested, he asks sometimes if I have any friends... I mean, friends that would want to..." Cassi raised her eyebrows. "Really?" Anna nodded. "You mean, like, a three-way? A ménage à trois?" Anna blushed even more, giggling at her friend's fancy french words, and nodded again. "Wow," Cassi said, feeling a bit stunned by the idea. She'd never been in a three-way, not one that involved a guy, anyway. She had to admit, the idea was kind of intriguing to her. "So," she asked, "is he cute?" The young girl nodded. "I think he is." "Have you ever done a three-way with him?" Cassi asked. "No, but I know he wants to." "What about you?" Cassi asked her. "Do you want to?" "Yeah, I guess," Anna answered, "I mean, if it's with someone I like." Cassi sat back and smiled. It was nice to hear Anna say that she liked her. Or at least, that seemed to be what she was saying. "Well, maybe we should think about it a bit," she said, not sure she was actually willing to commit to the idea at this point. Anna looked at her and blushed again. "I think it'd be fun with you." "Really?" Cassi said. "I think it might be fun with you, too. I kinda like you." Anna smiled, and blushed hard. "I like you, too." "Tell you what," Cassi said, "you talk to your boyfriend about it, and I'll think about it some more, and maybe we can do it sometime!" "Okay!" "But," Cassi said, "Coach Ryder would be pretty pissed if she knew that all we did was talk about boys all night. She expects me to help you become a superstar catcher!" "Okay!" "So, check out this girl," Cassi said, pointing at the TV. "How would you pitch to her?" "Um..." the younger girl said, "I guess, fast balls?" "Yeah, but, it's not just about the type of pitch," Cassi said. "It's about the location, too." "Sure," Anna agreed. "So, maybe... low?" "Well, look at the girl. She's got a big butt, right? My dad taught me that girls with big butts can't hit outside pitches." Both of the girls giggled. "Really?" Anna said. "Yep, it's true. They can't," Cassi replied with an air of authority. "So you're dad talks to you about girls' butts?" Anna asked. "Sure. I mean, we talk about softball a lot," Cassi answered. "He told me to always take advantage of a girls 'blessings.' Like, girls with big boobs can't hit inside fastballs." The girls giggled some more. "And now you know that there's certain advantages to being a little smaller up top." Cassi gave the girl a friendly, and a little bit flirty, smile. "Oh, I don't really mind that mine are little," she said, looking down at her chest. "My dad likes them just the way they are. He always wants to play with them." Cassi was a little stunned. "Your dad? Your dad wants to...?" The younger girl's face turned bright red. "Yeah, I mean, no!" she stammered. "I just thought, you and your dad talk about stuff, so I thought..." "Well, yeah, but..." Cassi paused, and had a sudden realization. "So, Anna..." she continued, "this older guy you were talking about, the one you said was your boyfriend. Is he your dad?" Anna looked very nervous. "I probably shouldn't say anything. I don't want him to get into any trouble." "I already told you that I wouldn't tell anybody anything, right?" Cassi tried to sound reassuring. "And I swear I won't be judgmental. I'm not like that." "Ummm..." the young girl hesitated. "And," Cassi continued, "we just talked about all three of us doing it together, right? Don't you think I'll find out who he is, if we do that?" "I guess... Yeah, that's true," Anna admitted. "So, tell me! Tell me about it!" "My mom died a long time ago--" Anna started the story. "Oh god, I'm sorry to hear that," Cassi said. "I was just little, so I don't really remember." "Still," Cassi said, "it must be really hard, having no mom." "Yeah, but I think it's harder on my dad," Anna said. "Ever since she died, he's basically just devoted all his attention to me. All his time and... And everything." "That's sweet! He sounds like a good dad!" Anna nodded. "He is! And, you know, he gets lonely sometimes, right?" "Sure," Cassi nodded, too. "I can imagine he must." "So..." "So that's where you come in," Cassi stated, matter-of-factly. Anna smiled, the first time she seemed at all comfortable since this conversation began. "Yeah, that's where I come in!" "It seems pretty sweet to me," Cassie said. "I'm glad you think that." Anna let out a big breath, and her cheeks finally paled a little bit. "I was worried that you'd, you know, think he was abusing me or something." "Yeah... He isn't, right?" Cassi asked. "I mean, you're okay with it and everything?" "No! I mean, yes! He's really sweet, and I'm totally okay with it. I really like it, actually." "Good!" "Hey, would you want to meet him? He's gonna come to our next game. I can introduce you." "Sure, that'd be sweet!" Cassi said. Chapter Three: After School Sex with Lindsay Lindsay was Cassi's best friend and the short stop on the Monroe High School softball team. There was a whole lot that Cassi loved about Lindsay: The way the girl could always make her laugh, no matter how bad her day was going. The way she never let anyone walk on her, especially not the boys. And Cassi loved to look at her, too; she had beautiful hazel eyes, sculpted legs and the muscular physique of a runner. But most of all, Cassi loved the way that Lindsay tasted. Every part of her. Right now, as they lay together on Lindsay’s bed in the afternoon sunlight, she was focused on her best friend's lips, on her tongue, the inside of her mouth. They’d been kissing for fifteen minutes now, and Cassi could keep it up for ages. The two of them kissed for the first time when they were twelve years old. It was so exciting back then! They were each other’s "first kiss." And it’s still exciting now, but different. More practiced, more experienced, more refined. One difference was that now, they understood their own bodies, and each other’s bodies, so much better. And so, when Cassi felt Lindsay moving underneath her -- the tell-tale rhythmic motions, the pressing of her body into Cassi, she knew what her friend wanted, and she obliged, leaving the delicious wetness of Lindsay's mouth behind and kissing down her chin, her neck, her chest. Lindsay arched her back as Cassi’s lips began to kiss her breast bone, her fingers expertly undoing each button of her blouse as her lips ventured lower, then pulling her bra cups down to expose her breasts. Lindsay wasn’t a big girl, up top. Let’s just say, she can handle the inside fastball just fine! But Cassi loved her tits. She thought they were the prettiest things on Earth. And in particular, she loved the way Lindsay’s nipples tasted. She loved the way they fit perfectly in her mouth, like they were precisely and expertly designed for her to suck. And suck, she did, while Lindsay writhed underneath her, she kissed and licked and suckled on those beautiful little pink nipples until they were stiff and her friend finally put her hands on Cassi’s head and, with the strength of the softball teams' star short stop, pushed her down, at the same time spreading her legs open in an unmistakable invitation. Lindsay was naked a moment later, the two of them together freeing her beautiful teenage body from the confines of her clothes, and Cassi was down between her legs, tasting another part of her, sliding her tongue the length of Lindsay’s pussy slit, up to her clit, down, down even lower than the bottom of the slit and gently teasing her anus, then up again. Lindsay moaned, and quivered. She shook and squirmed. She grabbed her friend’s head and pulled her into her while she closed her legs around her, holding Cassi in place with her muscular thighs. She had a runner’s thighs. Cassi loved her best friend’s thighs, finely sculpted like works of art. And, since she didn’t want her to cum yet -- she wanted to make her wait, to build up the beautiful agonizing tension of the orgasm -- she pulled her tongue away from her friend’s soaking slit. Lindsay let out a sigh, a groan, a barely-voiced "Please!" But at the same time she loosened her hold on Cassi’s head, and Cassi turned and began to kiss a thigh. So soft, so strong, so sweet and savory and delicious. Up, down, teasingly passing over her pussy as she turned to the other thigh. "Please," the seventeen year old said again. "Please what?" Cassi teased, kissing the soft warm skin. "Please kiss my pussy more!" "Do you want to cum?" "Yes, oh god yes," Lindsay answered between panting breaths. And so Lindsay moved back down her best friend’s thigh, slowly, but determinedly, kissing the soft flesh inch by inch, until she could feel the warm humidity of her friend’s pussy and she herself couldn’t take it anymore, she had to taste the girl’s cum, she had to make her cum! When her tongue lapped across Lindsay’s clit, her friend arched her back high into the air and let out a loud, long, low moan, "Oh, god!" Cassi smiled. Lindsay loved to cum, and Cassi loved to be the one that made her cum. And then she felt the wetness flowing out of her friend, and she knew that it was time. She sucked Lindsay’s clit into her mouth, twirling her tongue over the stiff nub, and slid two fingers into the girl’s hot cunt, and at that moment, at the very moment of penetration, Lindsay erupted. She cried out, her legs shook, and suddenly everything was wet, the bed sheets, Cassi’s hand, Cassi’s face, Lindsay’s beautiful sculpted thighs, everything was suddenly soaking wet, and Lindsay locked those soaking thighs around Cassi’s head and shook and moaned and came. Afterwards, they lay together, Lindsay still naked with her legs spread wide, Cassi gently kissing her friend’s cheek while her fingers softly rubbed her nipples. "So you know that new girl, Anna?" Cassi said between little kisses. "Yeah, the little cutie with the red hair and freckles," Lindsay answered. "I’ve been working with her a bit." "How’s that going?" "Oh, fine. I like it when I get to help adjust her stance. Then I get to stand behind her and wrap my arms around her." "You’re naughty!" Cassi laughed. "She seems to like it," Lindsay laughed, too. "So she and I were talking the other day," Cassi said. "She says she’s got an older boyfriend." Cassi decided it’d be best to leave out the fact that the boyfriend was actually Anna’s dad. "Oh yeah?" Lindsay sat up, interested in this conversation. "How much older?" "I don’t know," Cassi evaded the question. "Maybe a lot older." "Like, twenty?" "Maybe. Anyway…" "Thirty?" Lindsay said "Maybe. So…" "God, can you imagine that cute little thing with a thirty year old guy? Kinda hot to think about." "It is," Cassi agreed. "On that note…" "Do you think she lets him fuck her?" Lindsay slid her hand down between her legs. "Yes, she does," Cassi said. "She told me." "Oh god," Lindsay groaned, her fingers pushing into her still-wet slit. "She must have the tiniest little pussy. I can just picture a guy forcing his big--" she moaned, fucking herself with her fingers "--thick cock into her!" "You’re so dirty," Cassi laughed. Lindsay laughed, too, between a couple more moans, before she slowed down her fingers a bit. "It’s pretty hot to think about. She’s just so cute. I’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?" "Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you," Cassi said, "if you’d just shut up for a minute. She says her boyfriend asked her if she ever wanted to do a three-way with another girl, and--" "No way!" Lindsay shouted. "No fucking way! You’re gonna do a three way with them?!?" "I told her I was interested. It hasn’t gone any farther than that." "Of course you’re interested. How hot would that be? Jesus!" She started finger-fucking herself more quickly again. "You gotta…" she moaned, "...tell me all about it! Oh, fuck!" The teenager pulled her fingers out of her pussy, turned and gave Cassi a kiss. "I really need to get dressed before my parents get home." She stood up and fished around on the bed, looking for her panties and bra. "So is her boyfriend cute? Have you met him yet?" "Yeah, he came to a game last week." "And? Cute?" Cassi shrugged her shoulders. "I guess. Maybe ‘handsome’ is better? He’s…" "Handsome is good," Lindsay said, finally locating the underwear and pulling it on. "Well-hung is better, but I don’t suppose you got much of a look at that." "No. But I bet it’s big enough to do the job." Lindsay was dressed now, and Cassi stood up and gave her friend one last kiss. "I’m fucking jealous," Lindsay said. "I could sure use some real dick for a change." "I’m definitely looking forward to it," Cassi said. "I can imagine you are." Chapter Four: Anna Behind the Plate "Your assessment?" Coach Ryder didn’t look up from the papers she was busily shuffling on her large metal desk. "She’s totally ready," Cassi said. "And you don’t mind if I bump you, and she gets the start today?" "Nah, I wanna see how she does," Cassi said. "Alright then," Coach said. "You go tell her the good news." "Will do. And, thanks, Coach." "Thanks?" Coach asked. "Yeah, for giving Anna this chance," Cassi explained as she stood to leave the office. Coach didn’t look up from her papers. "Oh, and Cassi," she said. "Yes?" "Nice work." "Thanks, Coach!" Cassi was beaming when she left the coach's office. A few minutes later, Anna grabbed Cassi in as big a bear hug as the little thing could muster. "I can’t believe it!" she said, planting her lips right on Cassi’s cheek. Cassi looked around, and saw Lindsay and Emily grinning at the two of them. "I can’t believe it!" Anna said again. "I get to start today!" Cassi shot a smile back at the two other girls as she returned Anna's kiss, on her cheek this time. "Yes, you do, you get the start," Cassi told the girl. "You’ve earned it." "Oh, thank you!" Anna said. "Thank you for all your help. You’re so sweet! And guess what? My dad is coming to he game today!" "Awesome," Cassi said. "He gets to watch your debut!" "Yes, he does!" the young girl practically squealed. "He’s gonna be so proud! And he knows it’s all because of you. I always tell him how great you are." Cassi laughed, but she did wonder -- how much do they actually talk about her? Did Anna tell him that Cassi knows about what he does with his daughter? Does he know that Anna invited her to join them some day? "Let's get to the warm-ups," Cassi affected a professional air. "I want to make sure you’re ready." Cassi watched the cute little freckle-faced fourteen year old Freshman as she did some calisthenics, and a few sprints, and then practiced some base-stealing drills. She’d definitely gotten a lot better at throwing out runners over the last few weeks. "Looking good," she said to the girl, once they'd cleared off the diamond and it was time for the game to start. "Thank you!" Anna said back. "Oh, look!" She pointed into the stands. "Daddy’s here! Come on!" She grabbed Cassi by the hand and dragged her over to where her father was standing. "Daddy!" she hollered. "Guess what? I’m starting today!" Her father had a kindly smile, and his blue eyes twinkled happily when he looked affectionately down at his young daughter. "That’s great!" "I know!" Anna said as they climbed up the stand to him. "And I owe it all to Cassi!" The man gave his daughter a hug, turning his kindly gaze to Cassi. "Hello, Cassi," he said. "From what Anna tells me, you’re pretty remarkable." She blushed at his gaze. Maybe she was over-interpreting, but she had the distinct impression that he was looking at her in that particular way that guys look at girls, when they're thinking about having sex with them. Cassi was all composure, despite what he -- or at least what she -- was thinking. "Thank you, Mr. Hallbrooke." He laughed. "Oh come on, call me Brian." She gave him a knowing smile. "You got it, Brian. Now Anna, we better get back to work or Coach is going to get pissed." "Don’t want that," Brian said. "Run along, Anna. I’ll see you after the game. We can celebrate!" Cassi wondered what sort of celebration Anna’s father might have in mind. The game went well. They were playing a team from one of the smaller, rural high schools. The poor girls didn't really have much of a chance against the Monroe Mustangs. In fact, that’s a big part of the reason that Coach chose today to let Anna have her first start; the girl could actually fuck up pretty bad, and it probably wouldn’t matter. But, in fact, Anna did not fuck up. Not at all. In the third inning, she had the chance to throw out a girl stealing second, and Anna executed the throw with perfection. Cassi was beaming with pride when the umpire made her fist pump and shouted, "Oooout!" The crowd of mostly Mustang fans stood up and cheered. And in the next inning, she cracked a two out single over the head of the short stop. She wound up getting stranded at first, but it was a good hit and she was all smiles when she got back to the dugout. The game ended with the expected victory, 7-2, and once again Anna took Cassi by the hand and dragged her to the stands. "We did it, Daddy!" she said. "You did!" He gave his daughter another hug. "What are we going to do to celebrate?" "Let’s get ice cream!" Anna said. "Can Cassi come along? I mean, if it’s okay with you, Cassi." Anna’s father’s eyes met Cassi’s. It seemed like they were burning into her. She knew exactly what he was thinking, she didn’t have any doubt at all. So, she thought to herself, Anna must have told him everything. Suddenly, Cassi pictured Anna's father on top of her, both of them naked, his hips pumping hard. It'd been months since Cassi had a dick inside her, and to be honest, that was a pretty underwhelming experience. She felt like she'd never actually gotten a proper fucking by a guy who knows what he's doing. And as Mr. Hallbrooke looked right into her eyes with his burning stare, she felt herself suddenly get wet between her legs. Fuck, she was horny! And she couldn't help wondering, will today actually be the day? Mr. Hallbrooke wants it to be, she could tell. And so did Cassi. "I’d love to come along," Cassi answered, just as casual as could be. "Great!" Anna said. "But I’m all sweaty and gross, I should probably take a shower before we get the ice cream." "Yeah, me too," Cassi said. "Okay," Mr. Hallbrooke said. "You two go shower, and I’ll meet you at the car when you're done." "Oh, nobody showers here," Anna said to her father. "Right, Cassi?" Cassi laughed. "True. They use some of the shower stalls for storage! I guess girls don’t like parading around naked in front of other people." "Well, that’s a shame," Mr. Hallbrooke said. "Why’s that?" Cassi asked him, giving as flirty a grin as she possibly could out in public. "Daddy thinks girls should be proud of their bodies!" Anna answered for him. Mr. Hallbrooke laughed. "Let’s load your bags in the car then," he said, "and you can shower at home." He picked up both of the girls’ duffle bags and started in the direction of the parking lot. "He really does say that," Anna said discreetly to Cassi as the two followed her father. "He always tells me I should be proud of my body." "That’s sweet," Cassi said. "And you should." "You should, too!" the younger girl said. "You're so pretty!" Cassi laughed. "Thank you!" "I know Daddy thinks you’re pretty," Anna said, even quieter. "He told me, the first time you met." Cassi smiled as she looked at the man carrying their duffle bags in front of them. "That’s nice of him." "He is really nice," Anna said. "Don’t you think?" "Yeah, sure, he seems like a nice guy." "He is! And, do you think he’s cute?" the young girl asked Cassi. "Um, yeah. Sure." Cassi wasn’t entirely sure that she’d describe him as "cute," but, okay. "I know he’s kinda old," Anna said, "but…" At this point, Mr. Hallbrooke had arrived at their car in the parking lot and clicked the button on his key to pop the trunk. "But older guys are sexy, right?" Cassi finished the young girl’s sentence for her, right before they arrived at the car as well. Anna giggled. "Exactly!" "What’re you two laughing about?" Mr. Hallbrooke asked as he tossed their duffles in the trunk. "Nothing, Daddy!" Anna said, and giggled some more, as she and Cassi climbed into the back seat of the car. Chapter Five: Anna's First Kiss The conversation during the ride home focused on more appropriate topics than girls and their bodies, and older men being sexy. Mostly, they talked about the game, and how well Anna had played. Cassi suspected that Mr. Hallbrooke may have wanted to talk about naked girls some more, but he seemed quite happy to talk about his daughter's skills behind the plate. A few minutes later, when they pulled into the Hallbrooke's driveway, Anna practically jumped out of the car before it had even stopped moving. "Com'on, Cassi!" she hollered. "The quicker we take our showers, the quicker we can get ice cream!" Cassi gave Mr. Hallbrooke a smile and followed her friend into the house and up the stairs, where Anna was already stripping out of her softball uniform. "Is it okay if I shower first?" the young girl asked Cassi as she pulled her jersey off. She had an undershirt on, but no bra. Stiff little bullet nipples poked through the thin cotton of the undershirt, and Cassi could tell that the girl's tits were clearly even smaller than she'd imagined they'd be. "I mean, unless you want to go first?" "No, no, go ahead," Cassi said, sitting down. "I'll be quick, I promise." She pulled her softball pants down. "I hope you don't mind if I just... I mean, I'm not embarrassed about my body or anything." Cassi smiled at her. "No, I don't mind." "Good!" Anna pulled the undershirt up over her head, then dropped her panties, and Cassi got her first good look at the little Freshman cutie, completely naked. The first thing Cassi noticed was the girl's firm little titties, standing so high on her chest, sweet pink conical puff-ball nipples poking up in the middle of each. Anna's tits looked exactly like they might have just erupted yesterday, like she'd barely entered puberty. Good god, they were adorable. Cassi couldn't help but wonder if this is what Anna's dad liked in a girl. Well, hopefully he has more varied tastes than that, because although Cassi's tits weren't exactly big, they weren't anything like Anna's. They sure didn't look like she'd just entered puberty. Cassi caught just a flash of a tiny little tuft of red hair between the girl's legs, before Anna climbed into the shower, and Cassi suddenly remembered the earliest times that she'd been with Lindsay, back when they were both twelve years old on the same 12u softball team. They'd barely begun to develop back then, but they were both bundles of exploding sexual energy, and they would play together for hours. She couldn't help but wonder if Anna had that same youthful explosive sexual energy. Jesus, no wonder her dad likes to fuck her! These thoughts inspired Cassi, and she stood up and quickly stripped out of her softball uniform as well. Then she peeked into the shower, where Anna was busy rinsing shampoo from her hair. "Hey," Cassi said, "do you think there's room for both of us in there?" Anna turned and looked at her, and a big smile broke across her face. "Sure!" Cassi climbed in and stood under the warm water, feeling it cascade down her body. She grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing it on her chest. Anna just stood and stared, watching the older girl rubbing her tits right in front of her. Then Cassi reached out, the soap in one hand, lather in the other, and started rubbing Anna's little tits. Anna closed her eyes, and her mouth parted slightly. Cassi leaned in and kissed the girl. They stood there kissing in the shower for a very long time while Cassi rubbed the soap all over Anna's body, her breasts and her arms, then her back and her ass, then down between her cheeks, rubbing the soap on the young girl's asshole and slipping her fingers through her legs to pet her pussy. Anna lifted her hands and put them on Cassi's tits. "I've never kissed a girl before," she said. "I love kissing girls," Cassi said, and kissed Anna again. Her middle finger was rubbing up and down the young girl's pussy slit. "It's even better than kissing guys." "I've only ever kissed one guy," Anna confessed. "Your dad?" Cassi asked. "Yeah," Anna moaned into Cassi's mouth as the older girl kissed her again, pushing her finger into the little girl's pussy. "I bet he'd like to see us right now," Cassi said with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Her finger was buried two knuckles deep now in the tight warm flesh of the girl's vagina, and she was aggressively pushing a second finger in. "Ohhh..." the girl moaned. "He would, I know he would!" "Do you think he'd want to watch me fingering his daughter?" Cassi asked, grinning. "Yes," Anna moaned some more. "Yes! Oh, yes! Should we, should we get him?" "Let's just play together for a little longer, okay?" Cassi said. "There's something I want to do. But then, I think we should get him." "Okay," Anna said, already starting to shake as Cassi slid two fingers in and out of her. Then Cassi knelt in front of the young girl, and leaned down, and stuck out her tongue. Anna let out the most adorable little moan, sweet and high-pitched, as her friend started licking her stiff little clit, and Cassi sat there on her knees in the shower, with the warm water running over both of them, and she finger-fucked and licked the girl until Anna shook even harder, and moaned even sweeter and louder, and then the little fourteen year old came, shaking and squealing. Cassi stood up, grinning. "Oh, god," Anna moaned, looking up at her friend with an expression of ecstasy. "You liked that, huh? Isn't it way more fun when a girl does it?" Anna just nodded, unable to form any words. Then the older girl gave the younger girl one more peck on the lips, and she climbed out of the shower. She quickly dried herself with a towel that hung nearby and wrapped it around herself. Anna staggered out of the shower after her, the young girl's legs apparently not quite working yet. With the towel covering everything, although just barely, Cassi left the bathroom and climbed down the stairs to where Mr. Hallbrooke was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone. "Oh, hi, Brian," Cassi said. His eyes practically exploded from their sockets when he saw her standing there in nothing but a tiny little towel. "I guess I left my duffle bag in your car, so I don't have my clothes right now." The man shot to his feet. "Oh, sorry! I should have grabbed it when we came in the house. Let me get you a bathrobe," he said, already darting up the stairs, "and then I'll run out to the car." "Okay." Cassi followed him up the stairs, and at the top, they encountered Anna. The fourteen year old hadn't bothered to wrap herself in a towel, and she was buck naked, still very red-faced from her orgasm a few minutes earlier. "Hi, Daddy," she said. "Hi, sweetheart," he answered, obviously trying not to stare at his naked daughter, and not exactly succeeding. "I'm just grabbing a bathrobe for Cassi, 'cause I forget to get your duffles from the car. You get dressed while I grab the bags, okay? And then we can go get the ice cream." Anna looked at Cassi, and Cassi gave her a smile. "You know, Mr. Hallbrooke," she said, looking back at the man. "I mean, Brian..." "Yeah?" he said. "Anna and I've been talking," she said. Chapter Six: Ménage à Trois In the middle of Mr. Hallbrooke's bedroom, his adorable red-haired, freckle-faced young daughter knelt before him and began to unbutton his pants. "Daddy," she said. "Cassi wants to watch me give you a blow job." Mr. Hallbrooke was obviously very enthusiastic about what the girls were proposing, and he helped his daughter pull his pants and boxers down. Before his daughter had a chance to get his cock into her mouth, and he turned towards Cassi. Cassi had been with a few boys. Not very many, but a few. And she knew that every one of them liked to show off their dicks. It made her smile, to know that Mr. Hallbrooke was just the same. He wanted Cassi to see his dick, and she obliged, licking her lips while she stared at it. The man was large, that's for sure, bigger than the boys she'd been with, and at the sight of it, Cassi had an overwhelming desire to have that cock inside her. But first, it was Anna's turn. She finally got her father's cock in her mouth, and began to stroke and suck him with surprising skill. It was obvious to Cassi that Anna has had a lot of practice. To be honest, the older girl was a little jealous. Lots of guys had told her that she was good at giving head, but she knew she wasn't nearly as good at it as Anna. But she didn't really care that much. She really didn't want to suck cock right now anyway. She had something else in mind. And so, the seventeen year old high school senior dropped the towel from her body and stepped up to the father and his daughter in the middle of the room. "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Hallbrooke?" she said. "Call me Brian," he said. Cassi laughed, but at that moment, the man stepped away from his daughter's mouth, reached down to Cassi's hips, turned her and effortlessly tossed her onto his bed. He was on top of her in a heartbeat, spreading her legs open with his knees, reaching down and directing his cock into her. "Oh, god!" Cassi moaned as she felt Anna's father's thick cock head pushing into her and stretching her open. And then, he was fucking her. He was on top of her and pushing his cock in deeper with each powerful thrust of his hips against her, until eventually he was all the way inside and she felt his balls slapping up against her ass. She'd never experienced anything like this, not in her wildest dreams. No boy she'd ever been with had just tossed her on the bed like she was a rag doll. No boy had ever climbed on her and shoved his cock in her like Mr. Hallbrooke had just done. No boy had ever fucked her hard like this. And she loved it. She absolutely loved it. "Oh, yes!" she shouted. "Fuck me, Brian! Fuck me, Mr. Hallbrooke!" The next few minutes were a frenzy as Anna's father rutted in and out of Cassi like an animal. She felt his large head burrow all the way inside her, bottoming out deep into the end of her vagina. Then she felt it sliding back, then ramming in again, over and over and over. Oh god, it was the greatest feeling she'd ever had. Mr. Hallbrooke was using her, and she loved every second of it. And she knew right then that she would let him cum inside her if he wanted. She didn't care, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to ride her like a little whore, then fill her with sperm and leave her begging for more. "Oh, fuck," the man groaned. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna... I'm gonna!" "Cum, Mr. Hallbrooke!" Cassi shouted, shaking with the beginning of her own orgasm. "Cum!!!" And she heard Anna squealing, on the bed next to them: "Cum, Daddy, cum!!!" But right then, to Cassi's instant disappointment, he pulled his cock out of her completely. Everything after that happened very fast, too fast for Cassi to really experience it all in real time, but an observer -- Anna, for example -- would have seen him quickly sit up on his knees above Cassi and put his hands hard on her pelvis, pressing down. And his thumbs were at the inside of her thighs, powerfully holding her legs spread open wide around him. Then he growled, long and low, sounding aggressive and a little frightening. Almost angry. And a split second later, he exploded, firing cum onto her belly. The first shot was large, splatting hard against her sternum and down her stomach. But the second one, holy shit, the second shot launched from his cock with amazing force, sailing through the air in an arch that landed on Cassi's eye and trailed down her cheek and neck, and ended on her tit. Before Cassi could even react, other than to squint shut her cum-covered eye, the man's third shot had already launched, and it did the same as the second, arching into the air as he growled and Anna squealed, and it struck Cassi square on the mouth with a solid, wet splat. Mr. Hallbrooke continued growling and cumming, and Anna continued squealing with excitement, while the last several less emphatic shots covered Cassi's belly with his warm, sticky semen. When he finally finished, his hand was gripping his cock now and shaking the last few drops of cum onto Cassi's tummy, and Anna had climbed up next to her friend on the bed. "He cums so much!" the young girl said, grinning. Cassi opened her mouth to respond, but that caused the cum that had landed on her mouth to drip down onto her tongue, and all she could do was giggle and nod in agreement. "And he shoots it so far!" Anna said. Nothing but giggles and nodding from Cassi in response. Then Anna leaned over her friend, and started licking her father’s cum off of her cheek. As she lapped up the cum, Cassi moved her head towards her, and Anna’s tongue found its way into Cassi’s mouth, and the two girls kissed, and shared Anna’s father’s cum. Then Anna continued down, kissing the older girl’s neck, and her breasts, and her belly, sucking her father’s cum off of her friend. And then she went down further, until she was down between Cassi’s legs. Cassi arched her back, lifting her pussy to the young girl. It was obviously the first time that Anna had gone down on a girl, but Cassi didn’t particularly care. She was horny as fuck, from being ridden like a whore by Anna's dad, and from the giant cumshot he'd just given her, and from his daughter licking up all his cum when he was done. At that point, anything at all that Anna did with her tongue would have sent Cassi to heaven, and she was in ecstasy for the second time that night, moaning and writhing and on the verge of orgasm, when she saw through bleary eyes that Mr. Hallbrooke had positioned himself behind his daughter, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her ass in the air. His cock was hard again, or maybe he never went soft? And then the man got his second pussy that afternoon, sliding his cock into his daughter’s cunt and fucking her from behind while she kissed and suckled on Cassi’s clit. Watching her little friend get fuck by her father, along with the girl’s inexpert tongue on Cassie’s pussy, was more than enough to push Cassi over the edge, and she started shaking and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm began to pulse through her body. But Anna didn’t stop, and neither did her father, and the three-way sex continued through the older girl’s orgasm until Cassi was sure that she couldn't take another second. At that point, Mr. Hallbrooke pulled out of his daughter's pussy and Anna gave a disappointed moan that was muffled between Cassi's legs. Her father climbed off the bed, his cock hard and shining red, and he walked around to the other side of the bed. He gruffly grabbed Cassi under her arms and slid her, so that her head was at the edge of the bed and his cock, looking huge and hard, was right above her face. Cassi saw his balls dripping with Anna’s pussy cum, and she opened her mouth, and lifted her head, and planted her lips right on his sack. "Do you taste Anna’s pussy on my balls?" the man asked her. Cassi nodded. "Good," he said, looking down at her. "I want you to taste her while she’s tasting you." And right on queue, Anna started licking Cassi's pussy again. Cassi wanted to taste Anna, too, and so she licked and sucked and cleaned her friend’s cum off of her father’s balls. With one hand, Mr. Hallbrooke started stroking his cock while he hung his nutsack in Cassi's mouth, and with his other hand, he ran his fingers over her head, then locked them in her hair, gripping tight. He slid her by the hair until her head hung off the edge of the bed, and he pulled his balls away from her and stepped back, aiming his thick cockhead right at her mouth. "Open wide, Cassi," he ordered. She quite willingly obliged, and her friend's father shoved his bloated dick into her lips. But to Cassi’s shock, he didn’t stop when he was in her mouth. He just kept sliding in, and with her head leaning down off the bed, he had a straight line right down her throat. The man grabbed the sides of her head with both of his big strong hands, and he rammed his cock down her throat and started skull-fucking her. Cassi had never done deep throat before, but the angle was good, and she fought off her reflex to gag. She opened her eyes and watched his balls, now cleaned of his daughter’s cum, swinging above her while he fucked her throat, dragging over her nose as he plunged in deep. And at that very moment, Anna finally found her grove down between Cassi’s legs, flicking her tongue over her clit, and Cassi felt her body giving way to another orgasm. And, as she began to cum, Anna’s father pulled his cock out of her throat, but he left his head in her mouth, and he grunted in a sound that was familiar to Cassi by now. She knew the man was cumming, and that he was cumming in her mouth, and in an instant, her mouth was filled with sperm. And Cassi, always a good girl, swallowed every drop. Chapter Seven: Ice Cream Cassi sat with Anna and her father in the afternoon sun outside the ice cream shop, licking her cone with great enthusiasm. Her throat was sore from Mr. Hallbrooke’s skull-fuck, and the ice cream was very soothing. She saw the man smiling knowingly at her, and she smiled back. Yeah, you horny fucker, she thought to herself. I don't mind what you did to me. I'll let you do it again, if you want. "Do you want to come back to our house now?" Anna asked Cassi, when they'd finished their cones. "We could order pizza and watch a movie or something! Would that be okay, Daddy?" Cassi looked at Mr. Hallbrooke, and she felt his eyes burn into her. At this point, she was feeling quite used and abused, but she liked the look he gave her. It made her pussy suddenly get wet. "Sure, that'd be fine," Mr. Hallbrooke answered. "Unless Cassi wants us to take her home instead. "No," she said, all composure. Her answer was as much for him, as it was for Anna. Cassi wanted him to know that if he wanted to fuck her again, she was game. And Mr. Hallbrooke definitely wanted to fuck her again. She could tell. The way he was looking at her, there was no doubt at all. "Pizza sounds good," she added. Back at the Hallbrooke's house, they ate the pizza and watched some anime. But only a few episodes in, it was clear that Anna was very sleepy, and shortly the little red-haired, freckle-faced cutie was asleep next to Cassi on the couch with a smile on her face that made it look like she was dreaming about all the fun things that happened that day. Anna, the Freshman catcher with her first start of her high school softball career; Anna, who had her first kiss from a girl; Anna, who brings her girlfriend home to her daddy and watches while he fucks her, and then cleans his cum off of her when he’s done. Anna's father seemed to have similar thoughts. "It looks like Anna’s asleep," he said. "I suppose I should be taking you home soon, too?" "Yeah," Cassi answered. "But maybe... not quite yet." That was all the encouragement that the man needed. A moment later, Cassi’s pants and undies were at her ankles, and she was on her hands and knees, kneeling over on the couch above his daughter. Cassi knew this was exactly where Mr. Hallbrooke would want her, and he was obviously inspired. He climbed behind her and, while Anna slept beneath them, he sloppily licked Cassi's pussy slit. And when he was satisfied that she was wet enough, he sat up on his knees, and dropped his pants, and Cassi felt his big thick dick pushing into her again. "Oooh," she moaned. "Oh, fuck me, Brian!" Anna opened her sleepy eyes and smiled as her dad started sliding his cock in and out of Cassi’s cunt. "You’re doing it again!" the sleepy girl said with a sweet little smile. "Oh, god, yes," Cassi moaned, and then she turned her head toward Anna's, and the two girls kissed, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths while Mr. Hallbrooke’s cock burrowed deep into Cassi, stretching her open, ramming in and out, over and over. She could hear the man moaning, and she knew he was getting close. She wondered if he was going to pull out again, and she didn’t want him to. She loved the feeling of his bare cock all the way inside her, his big balls slapping against her clit, and she wanted, oh god she wanted so badly! to feel his cum shooting inside her, to feel him filling her with his daddy seed. The man grabbed tight to Cassi's hips and slammed into her and she moaned into his daughter's mouth, and he slammed in hard one more time, two more times, three more, and then he held himself there, deep inside her, and lifted his head into the air and bellowed. And he unleashed his torrent of cum, injecting it directly into her teenage womb. Suddenly Cassi was soaking wet, and fully lubricated, and she began to cum herself as the man man reared back and rammed in with no resistence at all, and fired another shot. He just kept fucking her and cumming, and she shook and moaned into Anna’s mouth while she took his whole load, every drop of it, deep inside her pussy. Cassi gave both of them goodbye kisses when they dropped her off at her house. Just a little kiss for Mr. Hallbrooke, but a nice long deep kiss for Anna. The sweet young girl was all smiles when their lips finally parted. "Thanks for a nice evening," Cassi said as she hoisted her duffle bag over her shoulder. "Let's do it again, real soon," Mr. Hallbrooke said. Cassi laughed, and gave him a smile. "I agree, let's do!" "I agree, too!" Anna said. "And Cassi?" "Yeah?" Cassi said to the adorable little red-head, freckle-faced little girl. "Softball Rocks!" The two girls laughed, and gave each other one last hug, and Cassi walked up the driveway to her house. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. 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Ten Dollar Pussy by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2019 Story codes: b12g12, bbg, prost, rom Summary: When the boys find out that the new girl in school offered to have sex with Stevie for ten dollars, they head right over to her house. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================= The two boys were reclining on a grassy hill in McMullen Park, their bikes lying haphazardly nearby. One of them had a stalk of grass seed in his mouth. "You know that new girl Monique?" Michael, the boy with the grass seed stalk, asked Brandon, the other boy. "The mixed chick, with the curly hair?" Brandon answered. "Yeah, she's cute!" "Yeah she is! And nice boobs, too!" "No kidding." Boob talk was always a favorite topic for Michael and Brandon, as it was for almost all twelve year old boys. Particularly, a detailed discussion of which girl at school had the nicest boobs, or which the biggest (usually the same girl, of course), occupied a good deal of their thoughts. To that end, Brandon added, "She must have the biggest tits in the whole sixth grade!" "Definitely. Not a lot of competition, but..." Both boys laughed. "True!" Brandon said. "Anyway, Stevie said that Monique said that he could have sex with her for ten dollars." "What? No way! Ten dollars?!?" "Yeah!" "Did he do it?" Brandon asked. "No," Michael answered. "He doesn't have any money." "Shit. You guys need to mow some lawns or something! I've got lots of money." "You do?" Michael asked. "How much? 'Cause Stevie said that Monique said that if he ever gets ten dollars, he should go over to her house and she'll have sex with him." "Shit." Brandon paused, looking squint-eyed at his friend. "Do you think..." "We should go over to her house right now!" Michael practically shouted, with enthusiasm. "Do you have ten dollars, too?" Brandon asked his friend. "No. You should loan it to me!" Brandon laughed. "I don't think so. I've only got one ten dollar bill on me right now, and if anyone's gonna have sex with her, it's me!" Michael made a disgruntled face. "I guess I could watch." "I guess." Brandon thought that sounded weird, but, whatever. "Well, do you want to go over to her house and see if she's serious?" Michael asked him. "I dunno. You really think she's serious?" "Why not? Some girls are total sluts, right?" "Maybe, older girls," Brandon answered. "But not twelve year old girls. None that I know anyway." "Well, if we don't ask her, we'll never find out, right?" Michael reasoned. "I guess," Brandon said. "I just don't want to, you know, offend her or anything." "Why would she be offended? She's the one that told Stevie that she'd do it for ten bucks." "Assuming Stevie isn't lying," Brandon said. "Why would Stevie lie?" Michael asked. "He's not a liar." Brandon nodded. He had to admit that much was true. Michael stood up. "Com'on, let's go!" Brandon got up, too, and they both got on their bikes and started riding to the new girl's house. "What'll we do if her parents are home?" Brandon asked Michael as they rode out of the park. "I don't know…" was Michael's non-answer. "I guess we just ask her if she wants to go for a bike ride..." "Yeah..." The boys' concern proved valid, a couple minutes later, when they knocked on the door to Monique's house. An imposingly large man of African American descent leered down at the two boys, who were already much smaller than the man, but were now made even smaller still by the fact that they stood a step below him on the stairs to the front door of the house. "Yeah?" the man said as he answered the door, looking down at them with a scowl. "Whaddaya want?" "We're here to see Monique," Brandon squeaked. The guy squinted at them for a moment, like he was being highly judgmental. Then he turned and bellowed up the stairs in a very loud and low voice, "Monique!" "Yeah?" A distant voice returned, sounding a bit annoyed. "There's two kids here to see you!" A minute later, the girl came skipping down the stairs. As Brandon watched her quite-ample bosom bounce, despite its apparent restraint behind a bra, his heart raced. Is it really possible that he would soon be having sex with this hottie? It seemed entirely unlikely. She was so cute!--her hair a mop of dark ringlets bobbing around her cherub face, her eyes a beautiful light brown flaked with greenish sparkles, her nose and cheeks broad and round, her lips a wet dark pink. Anyone who watched her face light with a genuine friendly smile when she saw the boys would have felt a heartwarming admiration for the girl. Though her face was angelic, her body, Brandon couldn't help thinking as he watched her descend the stairs, was something else entirely. It filled his mind with sinful thoughts. She was short, compared to Brandon at least, who was one of the tallest boys in class, but she wasn't small. One might politely call her "ample-framed." And she carried it well; indeed, to Brandon, her weight contributed perfectly to her sexiness, which she exuded with a carefree casualness, as evidenced by the tight tee shirt she wore that clung perfectly to her curves, and a pair of skinny jeans that showed off her widening hips and, if he had been lucky enough to have a backside view, her perfectly large round ass. In conclusion, to Brandon's way of thinking, this girl's body was miles beyond anyone else's in the sixth grade. Her face might look young and pure, but her body didn't look like it was twelve years old at all, and chasity was not what came to mind when one's eyes soaked in this girl's beauty. Until now, Brandon had been somewhat hesitant at the idea of paying Monique for sex. He wasn't hesitating anymore. "Oh! Hi, Michael!" She said in a sing-song accent that bespoke the fact that she was a new transplant to their town. "And..." She looked at Brandon, apparently not knowing, or forgetting, his name. "Brandon," he said. "Oh, sure, right, Brandon!" "We were wondering if you'd want to go for a bike ride," Michael said, not missing a beat in implementing Plan B even while the large black man still loomed above them. "Sure!" "Just be home for dinner," the man said with a grunt. "Yes, Clem." She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, and they were out the door. "So," Michael said, when they were a block away from her house, "I was talking with Stevie..." "Oh!" She stopped her bike. "So [i]that's[/i] what this is about!" She stood with her feet on either side of the bicycle. "He told you what I said?" Brandon was amazed and disappointed. He was disappointed, because it did indeed seem like him and Michael had offended her, which he was worried about. But he was also amazed, because it sure seemed like she was confirming that Stevie wasn't lying. "So is it true?" Michael asked. "You'll have sex for ten dollars?" She looked st Michael, narrowing her eyes, then at Brandon. She didn't look very happy. But after a moment, she said, "What, do you guys have money?" Brandon was about to tell her "no," and bail out of the entire experience, but before he could do that, Michael answered. "I don't, but Brandon does." Monique looked directly at Brandon, dark brown eyes piercing into him. "You have ten dollars?" "Um, yeah..." "And you want to have sex?" "Um..." "Of course!" Michael practically shouted his response. The girl turned to look at him. "But you don't have any money, right? 'Cause you have to pay, too, if you want some." "I know," Michael answered, sounding disappointed. "I guess I can just watch." She shrugged her shoulders, then turned back to Brandon. "Where do you want to do it?" Brandon started to stammer some kind of nervous reply, but Monique started talking first. "We can't do it at my house. Not when my stepdad's home. He doesn't let boys go up to my room, and he'll kill you if he finds out." "What about your house, Brandon?" Michael volunteered. "Are your parents home?" "My mom is," he answered. "I guess... I don't think she'll mind if we hang out in my room." "Awesome!" "Okay," Monique said. "Let's go." Brandon's heart lept into his throat and his cock surged to full erection. Shit, she's really gonna do it! "Hi, Mom!" Brandon hollered, trying to act calm and cool as they walked into his house. "This is Monique. We're going up to my room to play Pokemon." "Okay, have fun." Brandon's mom said as she rounded the corner to the entryway, drying her hands on a dish towel. "Nice to meet you, Monique." "Nice to meet you, too, Mrs..." Monique replied over her shoulder as she followed the boys up the stairs. "Hanson," the woman said. "...Mrs. Hanson." Once they were in Brandon's room, with the door firmly closed, Monique turned to him. "Let me see the ten dollars," she said, very matter-of-fact. The boy took a crumpled bill from his pocket and handed it to her. She unfolded it, looked at it, then folded it neatly in half and stuck it in the pocket of her jeans. "How do you want to do it?" she asked, already unbuttoning her pants. When he didn't answer, but just looked at her with his eyes wide and his mouth parly open, she said, "So is this your first time?" He nodded. "Oh. Then I suppose we should just do it the normal way." She peeled her pants and panties down while the boys watched, dumbfounded, as she revealed a surprisingly full bush between her legs. Once she had them off, she climbed onto Brandon's bed. "Come on," she said to him, a bit of impatience in her voice. Brandon quickly pulled his own pants and underwear off, then climbed onto the bed as well. He was a bit embarrassed, since his cock was already rock hard, like it had been from the moment the girl agreed to the crazy idea. But, at least he'd entered puberty earlier than most of his friends, and so he had a decently large cock, and even had good bit of hair himself. Monique lay back and spread her legs as Brandon climbed on top of her. Not knowing at all what to do, he just poked his cock around a bit between her legs, his heart on fire. "Here," she said, "hold on." She licked her fingers, then reached down between her legs. A moment later, she was gripping Brandon's cock and pulling him into her. The boy let out a long, breathy moan as his cockhead burrowed into her warm vagina. He still had no real idea what to do, but his body took over and he started rutting, and shortly his cock was sliding deep into her. Apparently unfazed, even disinterested, by having a boy inside her, Monique looked over at Michael while Brandon held himself up above her on both hands, finally managing to get some rhythm to his rocking hips. "You should stand by the door," she said to Michael, "in case Mrs. Henson tries to come it." He nodded and moved back a couple of steps, so that he was leaning against the door while he watched his friend smiling with delight at the pleasure of driving in and out of the first pussy of his life. The girl looked up at the happy boy above her, and smiled herself, the first hint that she might actually be enjoying herself a bit. "Hey Brandon," she said, "I don't this Mike can see much. Maybe we should let him look at my tits while we fuck?" "...If... you... want..." Brandon panted. Michael, of course, nodded enthusiastically. "It's your ten dollars," she said to the boy above her. "You get to choose. You want my tits out?" Brandon, in nonverbal ecstasy now, joined his friend in the nodding. Monique giggled and pulled her tight teeshirt up, and her bra, too, and out came two creamy brown grapefruit-sized breasts that were bouncing in rhythm with Brandon's thrusting hips. She cupped her hands under them, holding them up, and then smiled over at Michael as she started pinching and rolling her large brown nipples. "I love showing my tits off!" she said to Michael, who by now was rubbing his dick through his pants. "And it feels good to play with my nipples!" The sight of Monique's big and beautiful twelve year old girls was more than poor Brandon could take. He was panting and grunting and ramming his cock into her cunt with all the subtlety you would expect from an overanxious schoolboy having sex for the first time. Her brown eyes twinkled up at him. "You gonna cum, Brandon?" He nodded, eyes going wide. "Come on, finish up! Hurry before your mom catches us!" "Oh God! I'm... I'm gonna...!" "Hurry! Cum in my slutty cunt, Brandon!" All the poor guy could do was slam in deep, just as he started spurting semen. "Uggggh!" "Shhhh!" Monique said, grinning and covering his mouth. When he'd finished cumming and pulled out of her, she smiled up at him as she fit her breasts back in her bra and pulled the teeshirt down again. "You seemed to enjoy yoursef!" she said. "Was it was worth the money?" "Yeah..." he panted. "Totally!" "Sweet!" She reached down and wiped her spent pussy with her hand, looked at the smear of his cum on her fingers, then wiped them off on the bedsheet. "It seemed like you came a whole lot," she said. "I guess." "I think you need to cum more often! Whenever you have ten more dollars, you should just snapchat me. Sexxxymonique2000. With three xs." "I will!" he said as the two of them started putting their pants back on. "Good! I'm trying to get enough money for a Nintendo Switch, so, whenever you want, we can do it again." Brandon nodded. "I have lots of money I saved up from mowing lawns and stuff. I'll snapchat you!" "What about you?" she said to Michael as the three of them started into the hallway. "When are you gonna get ten bucks?" "I don't know." "Well, if you just get five, I'll give you a blow job." "Really?!?" "Sure. I don't really like giving blow jobs, but I need the money." With that, they went back downstairs. "I hope you kids had fun!" Brandon's mom said. "We did!" Brandon snapchatted Monique the very next day. "Come over quick," she wrote back. "I'm alone, but my stepdad will be home soon." The ten dollar bill exchanged, Monique just unceremoniously dropped her pants and climbed onto the bed. Brandon was considerably less nervous this time than the first, and so he was bottomless himself and on top of her at about the same moment that she climbed on the bed. His enthusiasm made her giggle. Then she helped him enter her again, and he was shortly rutting away like a buck in heat. "Ooooh!" the girl cooed as Brandon's cock slid along inside her. "I like having sex with you!" "You do??" He panted in amazement. "Yeah," she said, lifting her hips in rhythm with his pumping. "You're way sweeter than my... than other guys!" "I am???" "Yeah, you're... you're not as rough as he is. And..." As she spoke, she pulled her shirt up and flipped her bra cups above her breasts, and her sweet brown globes were bare again. She pulled at her teats between her thumbs and fingers. "And you fit perfectly! Ooooooh!" With Monique cumming underneath him, Brandon didn't have much hope of lasting any longer this time than he did before. Her pussy seemed tailor-made to milk him just as quickly as she could. But his hormone-infused young testicles didn't need any extra priming; as she moaned beneath him, he lifted his head in the air and bellowed in full and unrestrained pleasure as the first big shot of cum exploded into her cunt. When he finally pulled out of her, after several big shots had drained his balls, she giggled. "You cum so much!" She wiped her pussy with her hand. "You make me totally messy!" "Oh, sorry," he said, sheepishly. "Don't apologize! I like it!" "You like getting messy?" "Well, I guess not really. But I like that you like it so much! I mean, I guess it means that you like it, since you cum so much." "I do! I totally do!" "Good! I like it, too. I really like your cock, it's very..." She was looking right at his penis. "...handsome!" She giggled. "I really like your pussy. It's very beautiful." "Really?" "Yes!" They sat there quietly for a little while, both immersed in their own thoughts. Brandon was thinking about how much he liked her. How much he would like it if she was his girlfriend. But he was pretty sure she didn't see things that way. He figured that to her, he was just a guy that gave her money for sex, so that she could get a Nintendo Switch. Monique finally broke the silence. "I suppose you better get going. You don't want to be here when my stepdad gets home." "Okay." Brandon climbed off the bed and pulled his pants on, and Monique did the same. "Hey," she said, "maybe we should ride bikes to the park?" "Sure!" A few minutes later, they tossed their bikes to the ground and were sitting next to each other in the grass. "So, I guess your stepdad is really strict, huh?" "No, not really. He just doesn't like it when I hang out with boys." She paused, then added, "He doesn't like to share." "Share?" Brandon said, not sure what she meant. Monique pulled out a clump.of grass and started tearing at it with her fingers. Looking down at her hands, she said, "Can I tell you something? Something that's totally a secret?" "Sure, of course." She looked up at him, her eyes glisteningly moist. "It's really private. You have to totally promise that you won't tell anyone, ever." "I totally promise," he said. "Totally." She looked back down at her hands and was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "l have sex, sometimes, with Clem. With my stepdad." "Really?" Brandon said, immediately feeling totally stupid that that was all he could think to say. She looked at him and wrinkled her nose. "Yeah. Actually, he fucks me a lot. Like, when I get home today, if my mom's not home, he's gonna want to fuck me." "Oh. And... you're okay with it?" She looked back down at her hands. "I guess. I mean, he's always super nice to me when he's done." "That's good." She kept pulling on the grass that she held in her hands. "I guess you think I'm a total skank, because I have sex wih an old guy. And... and 'cause I let you pay me for sex." "No! I don't think you're a skank!" "Really? You don't?" "No! I think you're... I think you're really nice." "Thanks." She gave him a feeble smile. "So, is that why you have sex with lots of guys? Because your stepdad...?" "You [i]do[/i] think I'm a skank! I [i]don't[/i] have sex with lots of guys!" "No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean--" "You're the only guy I've ever had sex with! I mean, other than him." "Oh!" Brandon might have been proud to hear that, but he just felt stupid and embarrassed. "I just came up with this dumb idea when I was talking to Stevie, 'cause I want to get a Switch, and it seemed like maybe he had some money. When you and Michael mentioned it, i was going to tell you no. 'Cause i really wasn't sure..." "I'm sorry, it was really Michael's idea. I just had the money, because I always save--" "No, I'm glad." She looked up at him. "You are?" "Yeah. I really... I mean, it's fun." "I'm glad, too!" "I just don't want you to think I'm a skank." "No! I'll never think that about you! I think you're really sweet!" Monique's big round cheeks flushed with blush. "I think you're really sweet, too." They both just smiled at each other for a moment. Then she said, "You know, it's funny, because we've had sex twice, but we've never kissed." "I'd really like to kiss you." "I'd really like that, too." It was several minutes later when they came up for breath, having been locked in a very long extended tongue-flirting spittle-swapping kiss. "I'm sorry I make you pay for sex," she said as they both caught their breath. "No, it's--" "It's stupid. You don't have to pay, ever again." "It's okay! I want to help you get your Switch!" She smiled. "Okay! But maybe... you wanna have a freebie?" "Right now?" he said, looking around at the other people in the park. "Sure! We can go in the woods, I know a place, where Clem and I sometimes... Nevermind, let's just go. I wanna give you a freebie!" Monique was on her hands and knees, her pants pulled down to her.ankles. Brandon just took his cock out of his fly. He didn't need help getting it in her this time, he could see exactly what he was doing, and he grabbed onto her beautiful big ass and slid his cock right in and started fucking her. It was awfully damned exciting, to be having sex outside, in public, and he enjoyed himself quite a lot. He also lasted a lot longer this time, partly because he'd already emptied his balls once, and maybe also partly because he was starting to get the hang of the whole sexual intercourse thing by now. Still, the girl's pussy knew just how to get him off, and it wasn't but a few minutes before he was shooting semen into her again. "Let's make a deal," she said, as she pulled her pants back on when they were done. "You can still pay me ten dollars when you want to fuck, but once you pay, you can do anything you want. You can fuck me as many times as you want, or have me give you blow jobs, or play with my boobs. Whatever you want. Okay?" Brandon was all smiles. "Okay!" "And then once I get my Switch, it's free from then on, okay?" "Okay!" "So how many times have you and Monique done it?" Michael asked Brandon a couple days later. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Oh come on. Tell me!" "Okay, whatever. Twice. Well, three times, but two were the same day, like, one right after the other." "Shit, really? I cant believe Stevie hasn't gotten any money yet. Or me. I gotta get some money, so I can get in on the action!" "'It's a little rude to talk about her like that, don't you think?" "Rude?!?" Michael gave him a snarl. "The girl sells her pussy! She's a hooker, dude!" "She is [i]not[/i]. You shouldn't talk about her like that." "What the fuck?" Then Michael's face broke out in a smile. "Wait a second... you have a crush on her!" "No! I just..." "You totally have a crush on her!" Michael was laughing. "She sells her pussy to you, and you fall in love with her!" He laughed all the more. "Bullshit! Fuck you!" He started playfully hitting his friend on the shoulder. "Okay, prove it! Prove you don't have a crush on her! Loan me ten bucks so that I can have sex with her, too!" "No way! If my money is going to be used for sex with her, it's gonna be me having the sex. You can watch." Michael snarled again, but then he got an excited look on his face. "Hey, I got an idea--what if instead of just watching, I record you guys?" "Record?" "Yes, like, on my phone. Like a video." "You want to make a video of me fucking Monique??? I don't know--" "Come on, it's a great idea!" "I don't think she'll go for it." "We don't have to ask her. I'll just start recording. I'll kinda hide my phone, so she doesn't know." "You will not! We only do it if she agrees." "Okay, loverboy, whatever. Maybe you should offer her some extra money. Then she'll agree to do it for sure." "I could probably do that." "But if she's gonna get extra money, it shouldn't just be a video of you fucking her." "What else?" "We should make her strip. And you should film her giving me a blow job, before I film her fucking you!" "She's not going to give you a blowjob for free!" "It wouldn't be for free, she'd be getting extra money for it." "Yeah, my money!" "Come on, it's a great idea, don't you think? Don't you want a video of her stripping? Think of how hot that would be!" "I'm not sure if she'll go for the idea," Brandon said. "Of course she will! She's a total slut! And she wants that Switch, so just offer her some more money and she'll do anything." "Don't call her a slut." Michael laughed. "Right, right, she's your [i]girlfriend[/i]. Okay, she's a sweet girl, so of course she'll go for it!" "Hmm..." Brandon said. "Okay, but... we have to promise her we won't share the video with anyone. It's just for us." "She won't mind if we share it. It's advertising!" "Advertising?" "Yeah! For her 'ten dollar pussy!'" Brandon had to laugh at that, even if it made him feel a little bad about it. Monique and her ten dollar pussy! But, "No," he said. "You have to promise that you won't share it with anyone, even Stevie." "Really? Fuck that!" "Okay then. No video." "Jesus! Okay, I promise." "Swear it. Swear it on your Marvel action figure collection!" "My Marvel action figure collection?" Michael said, incredulous. "No way!" "Yes. Otherwise, no video, and no blow job." "Fine." "Say it. 'I swear on my Marvel action figure collection that--'" Michael shook his head. "I swear on my Marvel action figure collection that I won't share the video with anyone." "Even Stevie." "Even Stevie." "And you won't post it on the internet." "Jesus! Okay, and I won't post it on the internet." "And if you do," Brandon said, "I get your Marvel action figure collection." "What? No!" "Yep." "Okay. Jesus." "I made him promise that he wouldn't share it with anyone, or post it on the internet or anything. But if you don't want to do it, that's totally okay." Monique was smiling. "No, it sounds like fun! It's no big deal, my stepdad makes videos of me sometimes. I'm pretty sure he shares them." "Really? Well, not this one. This one is just for me and Michael." "Okay." "Really? You'll do it?" "Sure!" She grinned at him, and then added, "But, do you want to do anything today? My parents'll be home soon, so--" Brandon pulled ten dollars out of his pocket before she even finished talking. She laughed. "You really like having sex with me, don't you?" "Yeah!" "At this rate, I'll have my Switch in like two weeks!" "Yeah!" "How do you want to do it?" "Let's do it doggie again!" "Okay!" Thirty seconds later, Brandon was sinking his anxious twelve-year-old cock into Monique's wet and willing cunt. "Oh god!" he said outloud as her warm tightness enveloped him. "You like my pussy!" Monique said gleefully. "Oh god yeah!" Michael emphasized his affirmation by grabbing the girl's ample ass and starting to thrust his hips. "She's not too skanky for you?" No! She's the perfect amount of skanky!" "Oh, so you [i]do[/i] like her a little skanky!" "Yes!" "Good!" "Michael calls her your 'ten dollar pussy!'" "That isn't true!" "Oh!" Brandon missed a beat, slipping out of her as a result. This "dirty talk" was totally new to him, and he'd somehow managed to take it too far and insult her! "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--" "She isn't [i]my[/i] ten dollar pussy," she said, reaching under to help him back in. "She's yours! She's [i]your[/i] ten dollar pussy! Brandon, fuck your ten dollar pussy!" He slid right back into her, all the way to the root, the curly hair on his balls tickling her clit. "Yeah! She's mine! My ten dollar pussy!" He grabbed that sweet ass again and started slamming into her with new-found vigor. Now, Monique's little sixth grade cunt might only cost ten dollars, but she knew how to milk a cock like a million dollar whore, and only a few dozen solid thrusts from the boy--who, it must be said, was getting much better at the act of fucking by now--and he dumped his youthful load of cum into her accepting womb with a series of several massive shots. Undeniably, the best orgasm of his short life so far, and given the moans and the shaking of his sex partner, and her red-faced smile once he'd pulled out, Monique had a similar reaction. "So what should I do? You want me to dance while I do it, or just, like, take my clothes off?" "Whatever you want," Brandon said, at the exact same time that Michael said, "Dance! We want to see those titties bounce!" Monique giggled, and started unbuttoning her shirt. "Wait, man, hold up!" Michael said. "Start over! I don't know how to use this thing!" He had "borrowed" his dad's video camera, and "borrowed" an empty one GB card for it, too. "This way, we can record for as long as we want!" he'd said to Brandon when he was showing off the equipment. "Plus, this camera is way better than a phone." Michael had objected at first when Brandon insisted that he gets to take the card home when they're done--"No way! It's my card!" "It is [i]not[/i] your card, you stole it from your dad!"--but Michael relented when Brandon reminded him who was paying for the event, and that he was perfectly okay with calling the whole thing off. "Okay," Michael said after fiddling with the camera for a bit. "I got it now. Start over." Monique giggled some more, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse and pull it off. Her round handful-sized breasts were barely contained beneath a lacy bra, which provide a hint of her wide, dark areolas through the thin lace. She gave her shoulders a shake and giggled some more as her breasts bounced and shimmied. Then she swayed her hips to an imaginary song as she began unbuttoning her pants. "Okay," she said, once she'd pulled down the skin-tight jeans and kicked them off. She held her arms out to the side and danced. Her panties, a matching pair with the bra, were tiny, not big enough to cover her bush; an inch of dark curls appeared above the waistband. The rest of the bush was barely hidden through the lace of the underwear. "What's next? Bra, or panties?" "Bra!" Michael said, like a twelve-year-old porn director. She giggled, still swaying to the music in her head, as she reached behind and unclasped the bra. Then she turned around and took off the bra. When she turned back to face the camera, she had her hands covering her breasts in the classic hand-bra pose. But she didn't tease for long; a second later, she opened the hands on either side of her breasts, exposing her choclate-cream flesh and her large dark nipples for the camera. Then she shook her shoulders again, and bounced on her heels a bit, and those wonderful mounds of womanly fat, held taught beneath her youthful brown skin, came to life, swinging left to right, then thumping up and down. Her wide areolas were a heavenly dark pink and flecked with goosebumps, and in the very center of each was a lighter, pale nub, small compared to the otherwise large nipples, and standing up smartly. Still shimmying and bouncing, she reached down and pulled her panties off, and sweet Monique was naked in front of the camera. She continued to dance while Michael walked around her, filming. When he was behind her, she bent over to touch her toes, and Michael focused in on her ass as she began twerking. Once he'd returned to her front again, she took a couple steps backwards to the bed, and sat down. She spread her legs, and Michael hurriedly walked to her, knelt down, and focused the camera right at her sex. She was giggling some more as she reached down and spread her lips wide open for the camera. "This is a ten dollar pussy," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes!" Brandon answered. But Michael simply reached out with one hand, his index finger erect, as he held the camera with the other. The finger pushed in, all the way to his bottom knuckle. Monique was smiling big. "Brandon says you want a blow job, Mikey," she said in a girlish voice. The boy looked up at her and nodded. "Take your clothes off then!" He handed the camera to Brandon, and enthusiastically disrobed. Brandon didn't film his friend stripping, choosing, sensibly, to keep the camera on the girl instead. She climbed down off the bed onto her knees, looked at the camera and gave it a smile and a little wave, then looked at her assignment, who was now as naked as her, and had moved into position himself. Brandon was pleased to note, as Michael's cock finally appeared in the viewfinder, that his friend was considerably smaller than he was, and had considerably less hair as well. But, Michael's skinny little four inch dick was so hard that it bent upwards, and from the smile on Monique's face, it seemed she was perfectly happy with the cock she was about to suck. She reached out with both hands, one around the shaft, the other cupped over his little ballsack; she leaned in, opened her mouth, and began to suck. Now, whether or not little Monique could deep throat a man-sized cock, or even a Brandon-sized one, wasn't in evidence at the moment. But the girl had no problem taking this little stiffie balls deep. And soon, Michael was rocking his hips, and Monique was slurping and sucking his full length, while Brandon captured the whole thing on video. When she eventually came up for air, Monique looked over at Brandon while she slide one hand up and down on Michael's spit-slippery cock, the other hand still gripping the boy's little balls as it had been the whole time. "What about you, Brandon," she asked. "Aren't you gonna make me give you a blow job, too?" Brandon just about said, "Only if you want to," but then thought the better of it and walked up to the pair, and quickly made it a trio. And he got some spectacular POV video of Monique's sweet soft beautiful face as she blew both of their cocks in succession, first his, then Michael's, then back to his again. A disinterested observer might have noticed that Monique, though enthusiastic enough at first, was not the best cock sucker in town. Or even, depending on how good Brandon's mom was at blowing his dad, the best cock sucker in the Hanson house that afternoon. But said disinterested observer would be being unfair; after all, the girl was barely but a child, despite her womanly tits, and most ladies will tell you that sucking cock is hard work, with the reward being a mouthful of ill-tasting slimy goo when she finally completes the act. So after a several minutes of pure pleasure for the boys, and increasing discomfort for the girl, she finally had to focus her attention on Michael's cock, to bring him to his blissful, and her blessed, end. Luckily his was the easier of the two for her, being so much smaller than Brandon, and she managed to help him find happiness in her mouth soon enough. She swallowed with a grimace what she could, and spit the rest out in her hand, then turned to Brandon as she wiped her hand off on the carpet. "You want your ten dollar pussy now?" she asked with her usual matter-of-factness when it came to sex, but not without a sweet smile as well. "Fuck yeah!" both boys fist-pumped and hollered. "How do you want me?" "Doggie!" Brandon answered. "It's best for video!" The other two agreed wholeheartedly, and as he handed the camera back to Michael and proceeded to undress, Monique climbed onto the bed and dropped down to her elbows and knees, tits swaying back and forth as she did. Michael walked around the bed, recording every angle for posterity, close-ups of her ass and cunt, close-ups of her tits, close-ups of her face as she looked right in the camera with a grin and said that she couldn't wait to have Brandon's cock inside her. Then Brandon climbed onto the bed behind her ass, and Michael shot the first moment to perfection, like he'd been filming porn his whole life, a tight close-up on her money hole as Brandon's leaking cockhead forced its way between her lips. The boy was really getting good at fucking Monique by now, and he put forward his best performance yet, riding her like a man in full control, using her like his fucktoy bitch. Michael continued in porn director mode, ordering Monique to get up on her hands and shake her tits while he filmed, or to play with her nipples. But even he was wide-eyed, and rock-hard again, when the girl looked right into the camera and said, "I'm a little prostitute!" And then, Michael and his dad's camera were right there, as his friend groaned and moaned and finished the deed, to capture close-up the slick wet cock sliding out from deep inside, the pussy now open and used and dripping wet, the girl's thighs sticky and firey red; and then, five seconds after Brandon's exit, a shining glob of his cream slowly emerging from Monique's vagina and oozing down onto her clit. And that was the end of one of the sexist damn videos that humankind has ever made. "You have to come over!" Monique DM'ed Brandon. "I have something to show you!" "Look!" she squealed when he got over to her house. "My new Switch!" "Oh wow! How did you get it? I didn't think you had enough money yet!" "I didn't! My stepdad gave it to me!" "Really?!?" "Yeah, he does that sort of thing sometimes, I think because he feels guilty. I think maybe he knows I have a boyfri--I mean, a guy I'm hanging out with, and he's worried that I'll tell you about him and me. He thinks that if he buys me shit, I'll keep quiet." "Well, it's really cool that you got it," Brandon said, checking out the game. "I still have all the money you gave me, so you can have it back." "Nah, keep it. You'll need it to buy some games. And besides, you earned it." "I did!" She giggled. "But now, you don't have to pay me anymore!" "Yeah..." She gave him a concerned look. "You sound disappointed." "No!" Brandon felt foolish. "I'll still do it with you all the time, I promise!" "Okay." A widening grin swept across her face. "Wait a second... I get it! You like having a ten dollar pussy to fuck, don't you?" Michael wanted to deny it. If it's really how he felt, it was foolish as hell! But he couldn't help agreeing with what she said. So he just shrugged his shoulders. "You like treating me like a prostitute, don't you?!?" "No!" he feebly denied the accusation. "It's just..." Monique snuggled up to him. "It's okay. I like it, too. You can still pay me. I'll still be your little prostitute. But maybe... Do you think, maybe, I could be your girlfriend, too?" Brandon's heart skipped a beat. "I'd really like that!" "Yay!" She kissed him. "Now, my parents'll be home soon, so... Do you have any money?" "I think so..." Brandon pulled a ten dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. "Oh! What a coincidence! This is exactly what my pussy costs!" They both laughed as they started taking off their pants. Then she added, "I mean, what [i]your[/i] pussy costs!" [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

Peaches by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2017 Story codes: Mg11, oral, first, spanking Summary: In a war-torn United States in the not-so-distant future, a man and a girl find each other. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH =============== He set about his task steadily, but angrily--_I mean_, he thought, _seriously!_ The little shit is going to steal from me? _Fuckin' hell!_ He held her tight, one strong large arm wrapped around her chest and arms, as he stuffed the two pilfered twenties into his pocket. She squealed, and squirmed, but undaunted by her protestations he held her steady, and the skinny little thing didn't have a hope of escaping his righteous vengeance. As he sat down on the bench of the picnic table, he unceremoniously yanked down her jeans without even bothering to unzip them first. He hadn't intended to pull her panties down as well, but they'd rolled half-way down her ass when the jeans came down and, as he pushed her belly-down onto his lap, he pulled the panties down as well. Then the palm of his hand made sharp contact with the bare flesh of her bottom; a stinging slap, fully intended to cause the little thief some well-deserved pain. She cried out, and squirmed some more, but he held her tight and slapped her hard again. He wasn't a violent man, nor one prone to anger, but, to be honest, he was royally pissed off at the girl at this moment, and he wordlessly slapped her, hard, several more times until those pale brown globes shone red. The girl was lucky, really. Most people she might have encountered would have killed her on the spot for stealing their money, or maybe even worse still, would have simply abandoned her there on the side of the road. But he had fatherly feelings for her, and a good solid spanking seemed like the most honorable thing to do. Once finished, then, he put his hand more gently on her ass, meaning it to be a tender gesture, even affectionate. He wanted to soothe the newly-rawed skin. "What the fuck, Sam," he said to the girl, now that the worst of it was over. "Why the fuck did you steal from me?" She didn't respond, just squirmed some more in his tight grip. Unintentionally, or at least unthinkingly, his hand slipped down, over the turn of her soft round cheeks and down to the back of her thigh, his fingers grazing over the mounded cleft between her legs. Until now, until this very instant in fact, he hadn't actually known if she was a girl or a boy. Sam was an intelligent kid, it seemed; she'd passed herself off as a boy to him, as she'd most likely been doing to everyone this last year or more. And he'd bought the act completely, at least until he suspected otherwise when he saw her crouch behind some bushes to relieve herself last night. Boys, you see, don't crouch to pee. So he'd suspected that his new companion might actually be a girl, but he hadn't really known for certain until this very moment. And as his fingers slipped accidentally over her girlhood, he could feel that it was dusted with a fine trace of newly-sprouted hair. She squirmed again to get away, and he felt, then, too, a wetness seeping out, down there between her legs. Shocked, and unnerved by his body's animal reaction to this new information, he withdrew his fingers, raised his hand, and brought his palm down on her ass again, three more hard ringing slaps that painted her cheeks bright red. And then, he let go of her. Despite her previous squirming, she lay quietly for a moment, perhaps unsure if it was indeed finally over, or perhaps expecting him to finger her again. Finally she stood and gingerly pulled her pants and underwear back up, tears rolling down her cheeks. She lay belly-down on the opposite bench of the picnic table as he poured soup from a pan into two bowls. "Here, eat," he grunted gruffly, pushing a bowl in her direction. "Not hungry," she answered, her voice muffled in her arms as she lay with her face resting into them. These were the first words she'd spoken since she'd been caught with his money in the pocket of her jeans. "Bullshit," he said. "You look like you're starving. Sit up and eat." "I can't sit up," she said, words still muffled. "My butt hurts too much." "How 'bout another peach?" he asked. He reached in a big box sitting on the table and pulled out a plump fat fruit and reached it out in her direction. She turned and looked at the peach, then took it from him and sunk her teeth into the syrupy flesh, juice running down her chin. Once again, he was amazed at how much she reminded him of his son. Abrarim had had the same shock of unkempt curls on his head, the same round face, the same brown cheeks. And he was a messy eater, too. "Why'd you do it, Sam?" he asked her. "Why'd you steel from me?" She just took another sloppy bite. "I mean," he continued when it was clear she wasn't going to answer, "I saved your fucking life. I could've left you at that old school, to be killed by the blackshirts, or worse. Maybe," he added, as something of an afterthought, "maybe I should've fucking left you there." "Maybe you should have," was all she said in response. "And this is how you repay me for my kindness?" he said rhetorically, driving home his point. "You steal from me?" She sat up, grimacing as her bottom made contact with the bench, then just shrugged her shoulders and took another bite of the fruit. "Well, anyway," he concluded, unhappily confused by her nonchalance, "I'm sorry your butt hurts." The girl narrowed her dark eyes to look at him. "You liked doing it, didn't you?" "Huh? Of course not," he answered. "I could tell," she said, taking a final bite and tossing the pit away into the tall grass near the table. "I could tell you liked doing it." "Bullshit," he said defensively, remembering with embarrassment the way his body had reacted. "Besides, what about you?" he added, even more defensive. "It seemed like you liked it, that's for sure." "I didn't like it," she answered, with her own defensiveness, and maybe her own embarrassment. She leaned over the bowl of soup and attacked it with the same messy vengeance that she'd used on the peach. "You don't need to steal from me, Sam," he said, wanting very badly to change the direction of the conversation, return it to the real subject at hand. "I'll share everything I've got with you." Her eyes looked up at him, over her bowl of soup. They were remarkably beautiful eyes, yellow-brown irises that caught, then reflected back, the noon-day sun, spots of light that danced like sparkles, like tiny little almond-colored fireworks. Her eyes seemed hopeful. But, "I don't trust you," she said. "That's understandable." "You hurt me." The girl had a matter-of-fact way about her; he'd noticed this before, no doubt honed from a year or more of base survival, all by herself in a world gone mad. "I spanked you," he answered, trying to be just as matter-of-fact as her. "And you deserved it." "You did more than just spank me," she said. Matter-of-fact again, it seems. With even more embarrassment than he'd felt earlier, he remembered how his fingers had lingered between her legs. "Well..." he stammered, "I didn't know..." He stammered some more, then finally found his voice. "You told me you were a boy. I mean, at least, you pretended to be a boy." "And you were hard," she said, maintaining her new advantage in the conversation. "I could feel it." "I'm sorry," he admitted, giving more way to her. "It's just... I haven't been with a woman in..." "I'm not a woman," she said, driving the advantage home. "I know. I promise I won't touch you again, Sam." "Even if I steal from you?" "I'll spank you again if you steal from me," he said. Finally, the girl smiled, just a little. "See? I told you. I knew you liked it." "Bullshit," he said again, lost. How could this little shit of a girl get the better of him, so easily? "Just don't steal from me. There's no reason. Everything I have, I'll share with you, I promise." She nodded. "Okay." They spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning out his truck. A scavenger acquires a lot of crap, stuff you can't find a buyer for, stuff you just grab at random when you hear the helicopters and have to flee. He was getting tired of sleeping in the pickup's cab, and now that there were two of them, there wasn't enough room even for that. There was a decent mattress up front in the truck topper that could sleep two easily, especially if one of them were as little as Sam. But that meant cleaning the topper out, so that was their afternoon's entertainment. They made a pile of the copper. He had a good deal of copper, pipes from the basement of the school, where he'd found Sam's nest, and wires that he'd dug out of the walls of various buildings. It's good to keep the copper separate. It's the easiest to sell. He also had a couple boxes full of circuit boards and other detritus of the electronic age, mostly valuable for the scant bit of precious metals. They made another pile of the garbage, all kinds of garbage, books, broken appliances, cheap metal cutlery that he'd hope might prove to be silver. That's when Sam found the box of jewelry. She pulled a necklace out, a chain that most certainly was silver, with a sizable green stone for a broach. He'd found the jewelry in an old plantation house, hidden off in the overgrown woods in south Georgia. The place looked like it had been recently inhabited, hell, he was worried that the owner might have even been there as he walked in. He was a scavenger, not a thief; not so much because of honor as safety. The sentences for thieving are harsh, but mostly you don't make it before a judge at all. Justice is swift and cruel these days. The house had proven to be empty. Maybe the occupants were out for the afternoon. Maybe they'd recently gone insane and ran off into the woods. It happened these days, more than you'd think. He was mainly interested in the larder, and it lived up to his expectations. He was still scooping rice out of the fifty pound bag he'd found, though the beans and the canned meat were long gone. The jewels had been an afterthought. He was rifling through to second floor, looking for weapons and about ready to leave before the owners returned, if they were still alive, when he spied the safe partly hidden under a bedside table. It'd taken him and a sledgehammer two weeks to finally crack open the door, and he'd been a bit disappointed by the contents inside. No cash, just some personal documents and the jewelry. The jewelry was nice, and surely valuable, but it wasn't likely to bring him much more than stress. All his buyers were interested in practical items. Sure, any of them would take the jewels off his hands, but not happily; they'd have the same problem with them as him. To fetch a really good price, he'd have to take them into the city, and that would rise eyebrows, and questions. Johnson hated questions. They were never any good. Sam held the necklace up to her chest. "Oh, it's beautiful!" Her mouth was open in a wide smile, almond eyes a-glitter. It was the first nod to femininity that he'd seen from her in the nearly forty-eight hours that their friendship had existed. "It's prob'ly an emerald," he said. "It's prob'ly worth a lot of money." She looked down at it. "Really?" He shrugged his shoulders. For all he knew, it was colored glass. "How much?" "It's hard to say," he answered. "Things are only worth what people are willing to pay you for them." "Well, I think it's pretty. Can I put it on?" She did. "I ain't stealing it," she added, as she walked over to the truck's rear-view mirror to look at herself. "Just trying it." "I know you ain't. You can keep it." "Really?" Her pretty eyes shone even brighter. "Careful with it, though. People might kill you for something like that." Of course, people would kill you for anything these days. The girl looked at herself in the mirror again. "Does it make me look like a girl?" "Maybe, a bit," he answered. "More than that dirty ol' baseball cap." "This ain't a baseball cap," she said, even though it was. "It's a Bulls cap. The Bulls were a basketball team." She had a sense of authority about her. "Well, it's dirty as hell, whatever it is." She slipped the necklace off and was about to drop it back in the box, then thought the better of it and crumpled it in her hand and stuffed it in her pocket. "I ain't stealing it," she said again. "Of course not. It's yours." "It's _ours_, right? We share everything, right?" "Right," he said, nodding in agreement. She gave him a smile and climbed back in the truck. A minute later she emerged, with one of his dirty magazines in her hand. "What's this?" she said, looked down at it with a nose-scrunched scowl. "'Spread-eagle?'" "It's..." "You like this stuff?" she said, opening it, paging through it. "Gross!!!" She threw it on the garbage pile. Back into the truck, and back out a second later, four more magazines in her hands. She flipped through the pages for a moment, pausing to look at an occasional picture and shaking her head, then threw them on the garbage pile as well. She sat down on the step to the door to the pickup topper and took off her dirty old Chicago Bulls cap, her curly head of hair a floppy mop, and wiped the cap across her sweat-soaked forehead. "You need to take a bath," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the creek down the hill a hundred feet. "I promise I won't look. And wash your clothes, you stink like a boy." She watched him with a curious expression as he picked the dirty magazines up off the garbage pile and stacked them neatly next to the box of jewelry. "Go on now," he said. "I'll put this stuff back." "Those, too?" she said, looking at the stack of magazines. "You're saving them, too?" He looked at her crossly, and she hopped up on her feet. "Wash that damn hat, too," he said. "It's filthy. I'll make us some rice and boil something for dinner." Like he promised, he didn't look while she bathed. Maybe he wanted to. He was tempted. She'd watched him, earlier, in the morning. That's when he saw her guiltily putting his wallet back on the sand where he'd left it, after she'd stolen from him. He'd been too shocked to respond at the time, too shocked to hide himself from her staring almond eyes, even though by then he was pretty sure she was a girl, having watched her squat to pee during the night. He just stood there, to shocked to move, and she stood there, too, no doubt afraid that he'd caught her. If she thought of running then, it would have been a good decision. But she just stood, and stared. "I'm sorry," Sam said, quietly, from her side of the bed in the top front of the pickup topper. "Hmmm?" he said, from his side, half asleep. There was four feet of mattress between them. "I'm sorry," she said again. "It's okay," he said, half a mumble. "You learned your lesson. You don't need to steal from me." "No," she said, "not that. I mean, I'm sorry about that, too." He rolled over onto his side to face her, aware now that she was in a talkative mood. This was new. "Okay, what then?" "I'm sorry I'm not a woman. I'm sorry I'm just a girl." "What?" he said, confused. "I'm sorry I''m not like the women in your magazines," she said. "Huh? You don't... I don't want you to be like that." "Maybe I can learn?" she said, rising up on an elbow, almond eyes catching what little nighttime light came through the cloudy windows of the pickup topper. "Sam..." "I know I'm just a girl, but... But maybe you're one of those guys that likes little girls?" He could see her smiling teasingly at him. "Go to sleep, Sam." Sometime during the night, the four foot gulf of mattress between them had narrowed into nothing, and he awoke in the soft sunlight of dawn to find that Sam was snuggled against him, still sound asleep. She was wearing one of his shirts, a button-up that looked like a nightgown on her small frame. Her clothing still drying on the picnic table after she'd washed it in the creek the afternoon before. And, thank god, she'd washed that damn baseball cap, too, which meant that she was bare-headed and he could feel the tickles of her soft brown curls against his neck. That brought back a flood of painful memories of his son, that's for dam sure. Sam had the necklace with the green stone on as well, which gave her just a hint of a storybook princess air about her, and she had a placid smile on her face. It made him glad, despite his sudden sorrowful memories, to see the girl smile. He could only imagine that she hadn't had very many moments of happiness lately. Not in that damned nest of hers in that burned-out school where he'd found her. Hardly thinking, he wrapped his arms around her and held her, as his thoughts went back to the old school, and the nest, and how that day went from fine to pure shit in a heartbeat. He was cutting copper pipes in the bombed-out basement of the school. It was surprisingly easy pickings. He was amazed to find that the place hadn't been visited by any scavengers yet. Maybe it'd just recently been bombed? Not likely, this town didn't look like it'd had many people in it for a long time, and when he noticed the nest in the corner of the basement, it looked like it had been occupied for a couple of months, at least based on the piles of crap laying around the old stained mattress. Shit, the filth that people will live in, he thought to himself. That's a rat hole right there. Of course, maybe the occupant likes the rats. They can be good eats if it's all the meat you've got. Cautiously, he looked around for the nest's occupant. There didn't appear to be much for him to scavenge from that pile of crap, but was likely that some money was squirreled away under the mattress. There usually was in a nest like this. You'd be amazed how many people think stuffing your money under the mattress is a good hiding place. He'd just started towards the nest to have a closer look when he heard a noise, the crunch of feet on loose masonry. By the time he turned, he found himself staring straight into the business end of an AK-47, not but ten feet away from him. This wasn't the first rifle barrel he'd had aimed at his head, and he was going to make damned sure it wouldn't be the last, but this one was different. It was held in the little shaking hands of a child. Johnson just stood there, stunned for a moment. What threw him off his game was how much the kid looked like his son. Abrahim would have been about this age, if he'd survived. He had the same look about him. Fierce independence, is what him and his wife had always said it was. He lifted his arms in the air. "Whoa there, kid, careful. I ain't doing anything, just cutting down some old pipes." Johnson could be a talker when he needed too. Back before the war, he could talk his way out of anything, and talk other people into anything, too. "I didn't touch a thing, okay? And I ain't armed, right?" He gestured to his gun, which was leaning against a crumbling wall a disappointingly distant thirty feet away. The kid lowered his gun, just a bit. "There we go," Johnson said, "we don't want anybody to get hurt, right?" He smiled as best he could at the boy, then set off in a conversational tone. "So's this your nest? You live here all by yourself?" The kid's yellow-brown eyes narrowed under the brim of his old dirty Chicago Bulls cap, giving a cold wordless stare. "I don't mean to pry, kid. It's just... it's fucking impressive, out here all by yourself. Shit, _I_ can barely make it on my own. Where're your parents?" The cold stare was accompanied by the gun barrel raising again. "Okay..." He stuck my hands out in front of him. "No more questions, I understand." The gun lowered a bit again. "Listen, you hungry? I got some​ food in the truck." The kid looked like he was starving, to be honest. Skinny as a rail. And Johnson could tell from the way the kid's eyes changed from cold to sad, that he wanted very badly to take him up on his offer. And, Johnson had to admit, thinking about how the kid looked like his boy Abrahim was making him feel a little sad, too, and maybe a little fatherly. He kinda wanted to help this poor kid out. "Com'on, kid, let's go get some food. I got some fresh peaches." "Peaches?" It was the first word the boy spoke. His voice was high and pure. He definitely hadn't hit puberty yet. "Yeah, peaches. I bet you ain't had a fresh peach in years, eh? There was a guy down by the gulf, selling boxes full of 'em. I couldn't help myself, I had to..." "I ain't never had a fresh peach," the kid said, interrupting the story. "Really? Shit, well, you're in for a treat. I got a whole box of 'em in my truck." "So, nice place you got here," he said to the boy as they sat on the hood of the truck, the kid's rifle slung over his back, the man's on the hood next to them, a box full of peaches behind that. And a pile of pits on the ground nearby. "You like that nest o' yours? It looks comfortable." The kid nodded. He didn't seem​ so sure about it, though. "But it does seem a little exposed to me," Johnson said, kicking the truck's grill with the heel of his boot. "You should get yourself hidden away a little better, if you ask me." Kid just nodded. He's not much of a talker. Not that Johnson could blame him for that. People like them, like Johnson and this kid, they had good reason to keep to themselves. "'Course, ya didn't ask me," Johnson added. "Ain't none of my business, right? You done pretty good, all by yourself, without some fucking nosy adult giving you their opinion o' things." More nodding, and another peach. It must have been the third, maybe the fourth, the kid had ate. "Being solo's nice, huh?" Johnson just kept right on talking, as much to himself as to the boy. "Nobody to answer to, nobody to take care of. Just you. Nobody else." He looked at the kid, making a mess of the peach. He definitely reminded him of his boy Abrahim. Abrahim's mother, Mari, had been a sweet Moroccan beauty, and her son got most of his mother's fine North African features. He was lucky, and terribly unlucky, for that. Lucky, 'cause he didn't get his father's sickly pale Scandinavian looks, but unlucky, because that perfect olive skin made him a ripe target for the motherfucking blackshirts. They kill lots of people, the blackshirts do, but they get a particularly enjoyment out of killing the ones with the darker skin. He'd stood there helpless, in the early days of the war before they'd really realized how serious it all was. He'd just stood there like a fucking idiot and watched the blackshirts mow down his wife and his boy. They laughed about it, the fuckers. They literally laughed as they took away the lives of the two most beautiful things on earth. Johnson pulled out his wallet and took out a tattered old picture of Abrahim. He handed it to the boy. "That's my son," he told the kid. "He looks kinda like you, don't ya think?" The boy looked at the picture for a bit, then handed it back. "Where's he now?" he asked in his soft high voice, peach juice running down his chin. "The blackshirts killed him, back last year." The boy didn't say anything in response. Stone cold silence. "Well," Johnson said, jumping off the hood of the truck, "I pro'ly oughta be heading out." He'd looked hard at the boy at that moment, wondering what he should do with him. What the fuck, Mari wouldn't have wanted him to leave the little shit alone, right? And Abrahim would have insisted that he help the kid out, too. He knew that. "Look kid, why don't you tag along with me for a bit? I could use some company." The boy looked at the man, but didn't say anything. "Well, I ain't gonna twist your arm, kid. But I gotta tell you, your set up here, I don't like it much. Seems dangerous to me. And you..." he paused, not sure if he should continue with his thought. "...you're a ripe target for the blackshirts, I'm sure you know that. They don't like your type." The kid just kept looking at Johnson, staring with those big yellow-brown almond eyes. They glittered in the low late evening sunlight, like little sparklers on the Fourth of July, back when the Fourth of July meant something. It was dusk now, and getting darker, and Sam still hadn't said a word about whether she would leave with him, or to stay behind by herself, when they heard the helicopters. Nothing good ever happens when the helicopters come. "I'm outta here, kid," he said, picking up his rifle and the box of peaches, jumping in the cap, firing up the engine. Big almond eyes, the biggest you ever damned seen. Mouth slightly open, hesitating. The helicopters coming closer, filling the air with the rush of their blades so that the trees were shaking now, the wind. "Shit, we gotta go kid!" he yelled. "Gimme... gimme one sec!" Sam hollered, and she ran off to the burned-out school. To her nest. Johnson stared nervously at the tops of the trees, dreading the moment when the helicopters crested the horizon. They were shatteringly loud now, it was only a matter of seconds. Suddenly out from the woods that lined the back of the schoolyard emerged a person; a single, solitary person, running as fast as he could. The first helicopter appeared, fired a grenade. Where the runner had been, there was a deep pit dug in the dirt, and nobody running any more. Wide-eyed, Johnson threw the truck into gear. The kid was too late. He had to get the fuck out of there. And sure enough, from the woods, more runners. Two, three, a dozen, two dozen. Some stopped, and turned, and fired at the helicopters. One had a big gun, a shoulder-fired RPG, and a helicopter exploded into a ball of flames and a million pieces of molten steel. The gunner didn't get a chance to fire a second grenade. He was literally cut in half by a line of bullets fired from another copter. Johnson slammed the truck into reverse and squealed back to the hole in the wall where Sam had disappeared, and there she was, a bag slung over one shoulder, her gun over the other, running as fast as she could. He flung open the passenger side door and slammed down the gas the second she hit the seat. Luckily the gunships and the rebel soldiers in the field hadn't even noticed them yet, and they were able to squeal off to the road and around the curve. They didn't see the Warthogs come, but they heard them, that's for sure, and felt the explosions of their bombs. The fireballs in the evening sky gave evidence that the school, and Sam's nest, had been obliterated, along with everything else in the vicinity. The battle raged on nonetheless, there must have been a fuck of a lot of rebels in those woods. That explains why the copper in the school basement hadn't been scavenged yet, if this place was a rebel stronghold. I gotta do my research a little better, Johnson thought to himself. He'd just causally waltzed into a war zone, without even realizing it. Still, the thought of all the copper still down there made his wallet seem extra light. It shoulda been his... The rest of his memories of that night started to take on a dreamlike feel as he lay there in the early morning dawn with Sammie snuggled up against him. He closed his eyes, and his mind wondered. There were the blackshirts at the checkpoint as they fled town, but when he tried to explain to them that the boy pretending to be asleep in the passenger seat was his son, in his dream he called him Abrahim, not Sam. And it was Abrahim, alive, safe and sound, sitting there in the passenger seat. He was so happy to have his son with him again! But then it wasn't Abrahim after all. In fact, it wasn't a boy at all, sitting there next to him in the cab of the pickup, all cherub-cheeked and rosy from her cool bath in the creek, wearing a green stone necklace and his button-up shirt. The shirt was slipped high up her thin brown legs. She most certainly wasn't a boy at all. Whatever lies he told the blackshirt soldier, just a boy himself, with the barrel of a rifle aimed right at his head, whatever lies he told, the soldier boy bought them, or at least didn't care to challenge them so long as the two people in the pickup truck weren't rebels, and were heading out of town. Johnson knew he'd lied to the blackshirt about their identity papers, because he didn't have any idea if Sam had any papers. Probably not. But this time, in this memory, when he turned back to look at the kid, after the soldier agreed that it'd be best to let him sleep rather than dig the papers out of the glove box, when he turned back to look at her, Sam had a smile on her face as she said, "Maybe I can learn to be a woman?" And Johnson knew that he'd driven for three hours after that checkpoint, into the deep dark of night, turning down one unused road after another to throw any pursuers off their trail, before finally succumbing to sleep and pulling over to a little wayside rest that was nothing but a picnic table with a creek down the hill a ways. Sam already sound asleep, and Johnson was fading fast, even though he had to sit up uncomfortably in the driver's seat to sleep. But in this memory, in this dream, it was a mere instant from the checkpoint to the wayside rest, there wasn't even a break in their conversation. "Maybe I can learn to be a woman?" Sammie said. "Maybe I can teach you?" "I think I'd like that," she answered. They weren't in the cab now, in this memory, they were in a bed, the bed back in his old house in Prioria. And Sam was Mari now, except she wasn't; she was Mari what Mari would have been, if he'd made love to her when she was eleven years old. They were naked, they were kissing, they were touching. He was hard, she was wet. She smiled her sweet accepting smile as he climbed on top of her. She kissed him, she spread her legs... Just as the head of his aching cock made contact with the warmth of her sex, Johnson suddenly opened his eyes, blinking. The morning sun was brighter now, filling the cab with a warm glow. Damn. He was sorely disappointed. He had wanted to fuck her so badly... Still blinking, he gradually became more aware of his surroundings. Sam was still snuggled up tight against him. Her lips were actually pressed against his neck, a warm and moist and steady breath just below his ear. His shirt that she was wearing was pulled up, like in his dream, but even higher, high enough that her bottom was... That's when he realized his hand was on the girl's soft bare ass. Just sitting there, unassuming, just like it was Mari's ass, and he was her husband again, and he was touching her like she always loved. In fact, it was a hell of a lot like Mari's ass: olive-brown, round and full, and oh so fucking soft... Mortified, he lifted the hand away. This caused the girl to stir, and she rolled over, onto her back. In her sleep, she cocked one knee to the side, spreading her legs open. In the sunlight, with the shirt still pulled up to her waist, he could see every detail of her naked sex. The rise of her pubic mound, the pink swell of her lips, the hint of newly-forming curls. He tried not to look, he didn't want to look, but how could he help it? How could he _not_ look? He lay there for a while in the warm sunlight, waiting for her to awaken. But she did not. She was still sound asleep, a little curly-frocked angel next to him. His hand moved, almost without volition, reaching over, reaching down, not wanting to awaken her but wanting so badly, oh so very badly, to touch her. She didn't stir as his fingers gently grazed along her soft new-sprouting fur, nor when a finger carefully pushed between her lips, finding womanly warmth amid silky wettening folds, finding her little button, teasing it, just briefly. It was only once that he'd withdrawn his hand that she opened her eyes and smiled. The same sweet smile he'd seen in his dreams. "Good morning, Sam," he said. "Good morning, Henry" she answered, rubbing her eyes in the bright sunshine. If she was aware that the shirt was above her waist, that her legs were spread, that she was exposing her sex to him, she did nothing in response. She just lay there, smiling at him. Scrambled eggs, then, for breakfast, and stale bread toasted in a pan over his camp stove and slathered with butter. And peaches, of course. Sam, naked under the oversized shirt, dug one out of the half-emptied box. "I know why you like peaches," she said. "Hmmm?" "'Cause they look like little butts!" She giggled, holding the fruit up with the seam facing him. He laughed, too. "Oh? And you think I like little butts?" She looked at him over the peach as she took a bite. "Yes." He shook his head with a smile. "You're crazy, Sam." "Well," she said between more bites, "I think you like mine." "It is a pretty cute butt," he admitted. "I think you liked spanking it." "Well..." he said, half-teasing, half-confessing. "Are you gonna do it again?" she asked, her brown eyes looking up over the peach as she finished eating it. "Why? Did you steal from me again?" "No," she said. "Good." "I just thought," she continued, cheeks getting pink, "maybe you just want to." "Do you want me to?" he asked her. Her almond eyes twinkled in the morning sun. Her round brown cheeks blushed even brighter, the prettiest color of pink he'd ever seen. She looked him in the face, then lowered her eyes. And then she nodded. "Com'er, Sammie," he said, turning on the picnic table bench so that he was facing outward, and patting his lap. "Okay, Daddy," the girl said. Hearing her call him "Daddy" made his heart leap to his throat, and suddenly, quite unexpectedly, his cock stiffened with blood. Sam stood, and walked slowly, with a hint of hesitation, to him. She lay down belly-first on his lap, then lifted the back of the shirt above her naked ass. "Do you like my peach, Daddy?" she asked, looking back and up at him. "She's very beautiful, babygirl," he said. "Thanks." Her dark eyes glistened and she gave a nervous smile. "You can spank her, if you want." He brought his hand down in a solid slap on her sweet pale round brown cheeks. She let out a little painful cry. "Did that hurt?" he said, a bit surprised. He hadn't intended to slap her that hard. "It's okay, Daddy," she said, her voice shaking. Tears were welling in her eyes. "I don't mind. I deserve it." He slapped her ass again, harder, and she squinted her eyes shut tight. After a half dozen solid strokes, he left his hand on her reddened ass, then slid it down, his fingers grazing over the fur of her little pink lips. This time, she spread her legs open slightly, giving him access, giving him leave to grope. He slid a finger along her slit, pushing in a bit, then used his thumb and index finger to part her lips. He stared in fascination at the glistening dark pink inside her. "Are you done spanking me, Daddy?" she asked, her eyes still closed, though not squinted tight now. "Maybe," he said, lifting his hand away from her pussy and giving her ass a little slap. "Maybe not." "You can keep going, Daddy," she said. "You can go as long as you want." "I think I'm done. For now." "Okay," she said. "You can do more, later." He slid his fingers back down to her pussy. "I've found another little peach, babygirl," he said, fingers petting. She smiled back at him. "I have two peaches, huh? One bigger, one little." "You do!" Sammie squirmed, pressing her pussy back against his fingers, pressing her belly against his erection. "But you don't have a little peach like me, Daddy." "I don't." He pushed just the tip his finger inside her warm peach-slit. She was wet already. "I can feel your..." She squirmed some more. "It feels so hard! You get hard when you spank me!" "I guess I do." He took his finger away from her pussy and gave her brown ass a playful slap, which made her squirm all the more. "Now," he said, "what I'd really like to do is taste your little peach." "Taste it?" "Yeah. And you can taste my cock, too." "I think I'd like that.' He unbuttoned her shirt as he lay her gently on the picnic table. Forgotten peaches lay half eaten on the table; another peach, small and pink, ripe and fragrant, showed herself to him between the girl's spread-open legs. She had no breasts to speak of, only little flower buds stiffening in the summer breeze, two pink blossoms that rose and fell on her chest with each deep and trembling breath. He leaned over her and kissed her, a gentle, tender kiss. Almost fatherly. She smiled up at him with a look of nervous happiness. He gave her a reassuring smile in response, then leaned down and kissed the soft brown skin of her breastbone; kiss, kiss, moving down. He took a blossom in his mouth, giving suck. The sound of her deep exhale, almost a moan, caused his manhood to lurch in its confines of his pants. The nipple tasted sweeter to him than any candy he had ever known, sweeter even than the peaches they'd been feasting on these last two days. He moved to her other nipple and suckled it as well. Down now, kissing her stomach. At her belly button, he blew air out, making a fluttering sound between his lips, and she had a fit of giggles. "That tickles, Daddy!" she shrieked, putting her hands on top of his head. He lifted his eyes to look at her, smiling, then tickled her again amid more giggles. He moved down further still, to her lower belly, to the rise of her mound, to her little fur-covered peach. When his lips kissed hers, the sound of her exhaled breath was louder now and accompanied by a soft, high vowel, "Uuuooohhhh...," and she lifted her legs into the air. He licked, and kissed, and suckled at the child's little sex. He could taste the candy-sweetness of her nipples, but richer now, stronger flavored. Caramel. A perfect match for her perfect caramel-colored skin. Her pussy-candy was infused, as well, with the flavor of salt, a delicate balance of youthful sugar and womanly spice. This was, without question, the finest taste he'd ever known. His tongue licked the full length of her peach's dimple, pushing in, wanting as much of her flavor as he could find. And then he settled on her little child's button, licking, sucking, teasing. "Oh Daddy," she said in a quiet whisper, her voice cracking. Her legs began to shake. "Oh Daddy," she said again, louder now. He licked, circled, rubbed; her fingers gripped at his head and her entire body began to shake, and little Sammie, his little eleven-year-old babygirl, came for him, arching her back and moaning, shaking from toe to tip. He stepped away when she was finished, unbuttoning his pants. She moved immediately, without any direction from him, sliding off the table and down onto her knees. When his cock was free, she simply stared at it for a moment, eyes filled with wonder. "Does it..." she stammered, "...does it hurt?" "Hurt?" was his response. "It just... It looks so swollen." "You're so beautiful, Sammie," he said, his voice soft, and cracking with his own excitement. "It doesn't hurt. It only hurts if it doesn't get relief." "Relief?" she said, not taking her eyes from his manhood. "Yeah..." "Can I... Can I give you relief?" "I'd like that." She looked up at him now, her almond eyes sparking in the sunshine, her brown curly locks framing her angelic face, her round cheeks pink, her full lips unsmiling, serious. "I'd like it, too," she said. Sammie looked back down at his cock again, her eyes crossing slightly to focus on the tip of his engorged, purplish head that stood assertively right in front of her. And she opened her mouth. Her lips were wet, dark-pink and swollen, as they slid over his thick head and down to his crown. With the tip of his manhood inside her now, the girl lifted a little hand and began gently rubbing. She pulled her head back, away, and looked up at him again. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" she asked. "Perfect, babygirl," he said. "Perfect." And she opened her mouth and took him in again. While it wasn't the most skilled blowjob he'd ever received in his life, it was by far the most erotic. His little cherub, his little peach, his little black angel, on her knees before him, all her attention focused entirely on his pleasure and his relief. He came quickly. It didn't take more than a minute for the child to get him off. She pulled away after the first shot filled her mouth, taking the rest on her round-cheeked face. They sat together on the edge of the table afterwards. She didn't bother cleaning his cum off of her nose and cheeks. She seemed proud to wear it. "We should probably get going," he said. "It's never a good idea to stay in the same place for very long these days." She nodded. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, not quite so fatherly this time. He could taste the residue of his cum in her mouth. And they climbed off the table and packed up their things and left. His main goal, at this point, was to find gas. Between locations for plunder, the life of a scavenger was mostly about finding gas. While he was willing, even eager, to pay for gas, out here in the war-torn landscapes of southern Georgia there weren't many commercial stations open anymore, and the few that there were, were often dry. Instead, he hoped to find a farm; farms usually have plenty of gas available, so long as they haven't been raided yet, and even then, he found that most people neglected to consider the gas in the tanks of the trucks and tractors, and you could usually siphon a full tank's worth if you were willing to try. He found a promising little farm not but ten miles down the dusty old deserted road. There was a fairly nice late-model Ford sedan parked in front of the modest house, which made him wonder if perhaps the place was still occupied. If it was, he would try to convince them to sell him some gas, or at least some food. As they approached the house, they heard a little mewing sound, and around the corner came trotting a skinny orange tabby kitten. "Oh! A kitty!" Sammie said with a sound of delight in her voice. The kitten rubbed at their ankles, and Sam leaned down and scratched it between its ears. "She's lonely," Sammie said, looking up at Johnson. "She's all alone. Can we keep her? Can we take her with us?" Normally, Johnson would have balked at the notion of taking on a pet in this god-forsaken world. But how could he possibly say no to his sweet babygirl? He just smiled, and nodded. "Sure, why not?" Sam grinned broadly as she picked the kitten up. "Her name is peaches." "Oh is it?" "Yes, it is!" she said, with absolute certainty. The front door of the house had obviously been broken open before, the first sign they'd found that the house had in fact been abandoned, and that they weren't the first visitors since then. This caused him to pause for a moment. Why, then, the new car parked outside? Something about that made him a little uncomfortable. So the two of them went back to the truck and retrieved their rifles, one each slung over their shoulders, then back to the door. They knocked, then shouted, then let themselves in. Johnson immediately noticed the smell. There was the stale rot of months-old food, for sure, but something else. Something more unsettling. It was a smell he recognized from more than a year of scavenging around in homes just like this one. It was the smell of death. At his suggestion, Sam stayed downstairs to look for any food that might be salvageable. She seemed to understand why he didn't want her coming upstairs; perhaps she recognized the smell as well. On the second floor, in the bedroom at the top of the stairs, he found what he'd been expecting. A woman lay on the bed, dressed in her finest evening gown. She looked remarkably serene for a woman who'd had her head blown off by a shotgun blast. The bedspread around the remains of her scull was soaked to a dark unsettling brown from long-ago dried blood. In the chair next to the bed sat a man, the barrel of a shotgun still lodged in his mouth, the back of his head splattered against the wall behind. Both had been dead for months. They were only skeletons, gray bones, and hair. Lots of hair. It was a common sight in houses like this. Lots of people these days decided it was better to risk what might lay beyond the Great Unknown, than to stay in living hell on Earth. As he had suspected was the case, he soon found that he was not the first scavenger on the scene. The room had been picked clean of whatever valuables that there might have been. But, at least, the shotgun was something, and if there were more shells for it somewhere, it would be a valuable thing indeed. So, with an unspoken apology to the gun's former owner, he extracted the barrel from the skeleton's mouth. As an afterthought, he decided to check the man's trousers, to see if his wallet was there. Indeed it was, and while the twenty-five dollars contained within was hardly worth the effort to dig around in a dead man's pants, at least it was something. He wasn't at all surprised, when he went into the next bedroom over, to find a third corpse. This one was a girl, right around Sam's age, he guessed. He suddenly was very glad that Sammie hadn't come upstairs with him. The girl had been shot in her sleep, it seems, a blast to her chest leaving a gaping hole. The sad presence of the dead girl's body did, however, give him reason to hope that he might be able to solve one dilemma that he'd been mulling over these last couple of days--what to do about Sam's clothing. The only outfit that she owned was so threadbare and worn that he was worried it wouldn't last another month. In the bedroom closet, he found what he'd hoped, a dozen dresses neatly hung. They seemed to him to be about the perfect size, maybe a bit too big, but that was better than a bit too small of course. He picked out the three that he liked the best, then opened the dresser drawer. There he found something even more valuable, in a way: Underwear--a whole pile of girl's panties. He grabbed a handful, and some socks, and was about to shut the drawer again when he spied one final important thing. Bras. Sam didn't necessarily need them yet, but soon enough she would. So he grabbed a handful of those as well. There was more in the other drawers: shorts and pants and teeshirts, and he took as much as he could carry. Back downstairs, Sam had gathered up a surprisingly large pile of canned food and dry goods; chicken noodle soup, rice and beans; powdered milk. She greeted him with a happy smile, and then her sparkling almond eyes went wide when she saw the clothing that he'd brought down for her. She dropped whatever she'd had in her hands and ran to him, taking a light cotton yellow sun dress from him and holding it up against herself. "How do I look?" she asked, twirling, the yellow dress flowing out from her like the embodiment of a summer breeze. "Beautiful," he said, all smiles at the sight of her. "I'll put it on," she said. "Okay," he answered. "I'm going to go out and see if I can't siphon some gas from that car out front, and whatever else." Unfortunately, the sedan proved to have a locked gas cap. This required a more forceful effort, so he returned to the truck to get a hammer and an awl, a hand-cranked drill, and a bucket. Then he slid under the car with his tools, and a minute later, a slow trickle of gas flowed from the bottom of the tank into the bucket. This was good. And there was a lot of gas in this car. That made him wonder, again, about why this car was just sitting here, unmolested, since the murder-suicide inside. Seems awfully weird. As if on queue, he heard an unsettling noise. An automobile engine, no, more than one, and not so very far away. Motorcycles, that's what it was. By the time he'd backed out from under the Ford, they were already pulling into the driveway, three motorcycles, it wound up being, and behind them a cherry-red late model Jeep. Well, shit, he thought to himself, I been waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was too good to be true. He eyed his rifle, only a few feet away, sitting on the trunk of the sedan where he'd left it, and was about to make his move to grab it; but the first motorcycle had already pulled up and the man already had the barrel of a gun aimed right at Johnson's head. So he raised his hands in the air instead. "Well," the motorcycle man said, "what the fuck do we have here?" Johnson didn't answer, on the assumption that it was a rhetorical question. By then the rest of the vehicles had pulled up as well. The Jeep emptied of its occupants, three more men joining the three from the motorcycles. The one who'd been driving the Jeep surveyed the scene with a scowl. "What the hell?" he said loudly, beady eyes falling on Johnson. "The fuck did you do to my car?" "I..." Johnson stammered. "I'm just a scavenger, I was just..." "You're a fucking dead scavenger now," the man answered, raising a pistol. "No, man!" Johnson said, holding his hands in front of him. "Don't shoot! You can have anything I got. My truck's over there." He nodded to indicate the direction. "Nice truck," another one of the men said. "I got the key right here in my pocket," Johnson said. "I'll just..." "Don't you fucking move!" the first motorcycle man said. "Get on your fucking knees." He knelt. "Now get down on the fucking ground." He lay down, face first. He felt the boot of the motorcycle man slam gruffly on his back. "What should I do with 'im?" motorcycle man asked his colleagues. "Just blow the shithead's head off." "You got it, boss." Sammie, Johnson thought to himself as he closed his eyes and waited for the end. Be careful, Sammie. You don't need to be a hero, just run out the back door. Go and hide. You'll be okay, you never needed me anyway, you survived all by yourself without me and you'll survive now, just fine. Just get the fuck out of the house so these guys don't find you. I'm okay, babygirl, I'm not afraid to die. Just run, Sammie, run! The gun was loud as it lit off, a staccato machine gun blast, followed by another, and another. He was surprised by the sound of it, because he was sure the motorcycle man had a shotgun, not a machine gun... And it surprised him, too, that he felt no pain. Maybe this is what death is like? Perfectly peaceful? When the motorcycle man's body hit the ground next to him in a resounding thud and a splatter of warm red blood, Johnson turned his head towards the house, almost as if he were moving in slow motion, and there was Sammie, standing in the doorway, here sweet new yellow sun dress wafting in the afternoon breeze. She had her AR-15 held tight in her hands, down at her side. Another staccato blast, and another, flames leaping from the barrel of her gun. "So are you going to spank me again?" the girl asked, as they sat together on the landing of the old wood steps that lead up to the front door of the farmhouse. "Why?" he asked. "Did you steal from me again?" Sammie grinned, reached into the pocket of her yellow sun dress, and pulled out a silver coin. "I did," she said, holding up the coin, then dropping it back in her pocket again with a self-satisfied smile... They'd found the sliver dollars in a crate in the back of the jeep, a hundred of them at least, along with a thick bundle of cash. And a whole arsenal of guns, and ammo, and knives, and other tools of the criminal's trade. While Sam stood cover, Johnson had done his best to patch up the survivors; one man had a bullet in his belly, and was bleeding bad and getting worse. Another had his leg shorn near off at the shin, a gut-retching sight. But he was better off than the other; at least he could scream though the pain. A third man, the driver of the Jeep and the apparent ring leader of the gang, had been unharmed. Johnson sent them off in the Jeep to find a hospital, generously giving the uninjured man forty bucks for gas, and warning him to be gone in thirty seconds, or be dead. The driver chose the former, although whether or not he gave a shit about the other two is anybody's guess. Likely he shoved them out onto the side of the road at the first opportunity. Sammie and him dragged the dead bodies of the remaining three out behind the barn, doused them in gasoline, said something of a prayer over them to the Lord of the Great Beyond, and set their earthly shells afire. "You're a naughty little thief," he said to the girl. "I am!" She hopped up off the landing of the old wood stairs. "So are you gonna spank me, Daddy?" "I am!" he mimicked her. She smiled, then reached up under the skirt of her sun dress and pulled her panties down. She lay down, belly-first, on the landing of the stairs and lifted the dress up over her sweet round baby ass. He stood up, lifted his hand, and brought it down with a solid smack on those pretty brown globes. She let out a loud exhale, and he lifted his hand, and brought it down again. Five slaps later, his cock was already engorged, and he freed it from its confines, dropping his pants to the ground with a solid thud. "Do you need relief again, Daddy?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I do, babygirl," he said. "But this time, you're gonna help me in another way." "Okay, Daddy," she said. He took hold of her stinging reddened ass and pulled her into position. Her furry little peach was at the perfect hight, and he positioned his cockhead against her slit. He gripped his manhood with one hand, spread her lips with the other, and pushed into her. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered, the words partly caught in her throat. He pushed against her maidenhead with all his strength, and she wept, the poor little girl, eyes squinted tight, tears rolling down her cheeks. But she endured the rude intrusion, as all girls must; the human race depends upon their willingness to let a man do this to them. And soon he was inside, hymen torn away, virgin blood mixed with womanwine. And then he fucked her, little Sammie, his little babygirl. He stood behind her as she lay belly-first on the landing of the old wood stairs and had his way with her, as a man will do. He slid his cock deep into her immature sex, then back, then deep again, over and over, a slow and steady pace. She was his now, and he was hers, and he knew that they would be together forever and ever, her Daddy, and his babygirl. When he finished, she rolled over onto her back with her legs spread open, blood and cum and pussy-wetness coating the insides of her thighs. "My little woman," he said, leaning over as he sat down next to her, giving her a tender kiss. "I told you I could learn to be a woman," she said. "You did." "I hope you liked it, Daddy," she said. "I did, Sammie babygirl. A whole lot." "I'm glad." The little tabby orange kitten rubbed against their feet. "Oh, Peaches!" Sammie said, sitting up on her elbows to look down at the cat. While Sammie went inside to make them dinner, and pack up the food she'd gathered earlier, Johnson filled the truck with gas from the Ford sedan, and found other gas as well around the farm and filled as many cans as they could carry. Then, he hid the silver and the cash as best he could in the topper of the truck. As he did, he came upon the dirty magazines that he'd, saved back when they cleaned out the truck the day before. He paged through them briefly, smiling, and then, magazines in hand, hopped out of the back of the truck and tossed them in the garbage. It was eveningtime when they left that farm; Johnson didn't want to stay the night, for fear the driver of the Jeep might return with reinforcements. The sun was hanging low in the sky, a big red orange glowing globe; Peaches the kitten was curled up in a perfect ball on Sammie's lap; and Sammie had a big sweet dimpled round-cheeked smile on her face. And so they set off down the dusty road, destination: unknown, but whatever lay ahead, they both knew they would arrive there together. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

Theresa's Biological Clock ...And the Boy Next Door by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2022 Story codes: Fb12, oral, first, preg Summary: Theresa McIntyre, a successful business professional even though she was only 30 years old, really wanted to have a baby. But she wasn't interested in any of the men she'd dated, and didn't have the time or the patience to search for "Mr. Right," assuming such a person actually exists. As she watched her twelve year old next door neighbor boy mowing the lawn, she realized what the solution to her problem was. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============== Jeremy Baumgartner lay in bed, both hands wrapped around his cock, lazily sliding them up and down. He was thinking about the woman who lived next door, Ms. McIntyre. He was thinking about her beautiful waves of auburn hair, how they flowed around her shoulders and made her look like a goddess. He was thinking about her broad cheeks, and her twinkling gray-blue eyes, and the way she smiled when she said "hi" to him. He was thinking about her long legs and the curves of her hips and the pale skin of her thin, taut stomach. But most of all, he was thinking about Ms. McIntyre's breasts. Like pretty much every twelve year old boy, Jeremy was obsessed with breasts, or as he and his friends always called them, "boobs." "Boobs" was their favorite word, because boobs were their favorite things. Jeremy had always been obsessed with boobs, for as long as he could remember. Even when he was a little kid. A long time ago, when he was seven or eight and he first learned that it felt good to masturbate, he would think about boobs, because thinking about boobs always caused him to get a boner. And then he would rub himself and imagine all the girls in the world letting him look at their boobs, just like they always did in the pictures he saw on the internet. And he would imagine that Ms. McIntyre was one of those internet porn girls, and that she would lift her shirt and let him look. To this day, he still loves to think about Ms. McIntyre as an internet porn girl who loves to show everyone her boobs. Back then, when he first started masturbating, he only did it every once and a while. But recently, it'd taken on a new sense of urgency. He was twelve now, and he started getting hair on his cock a few months ago, and he masturbated every day. Not just "almost every day," but literally every day, and sometimes several times, sometimes even in the bathroom at school! School was hard, because there were a few girls his age who had boobs, and he would sit in class and stare at them and think about what they'd look like with their shirts off, until he couldn't take another second of it, and he had to go to the bathroom and jack off until he came. Sometimes he even stared at girls who didn't have any boobs at all, even his little sister and her friends, and he would think about how they'll look, someday, when their tits start to grow. As much as Jeremy liked to look at the girls at school, and even totally flat girls, there was no doubt at all what his favorite boobs in the whole world were. Ms. McIntyre's boobs were his absolute favorite. Every night at bedtime, he'd look out his bedroom window, hoping that he could watch her changing her clothes. Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes, she would undress and he would see her in her bra, and he would stare and his cock would get painfully hard. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, he would stand in front of the window, watching her, and rubbing and stroking his boner until he came. Sadly, he hadn't seen her tonight, but that hardly mattered. Just thinking about her boobs turned him on so much! His hands were moving faster now, pumping up and down on his cock, as he pictured her in his mind, first in her bra, then taking her bra off and letting him look at her tits. He'd never seen her with her bra off, but he could imagine it. He was very skilled at picturing girls with their clothes off. His eyes could undress every girl at school, and his sister, and all her friends. And his magic eyes undressed Ms. McIntyre, every time he looked at her. He was jacking off fast and hard now, Ms. McIntyre filling all his thoughts, with her boobs out like an internet porn girl, letting him stare. And then his cock jerked, and spasmed, and his legs started shaking and he lifted his hips into the air. His cum started spurting out, over and over, big uncontrollable shots shooting three feet into the air and making a huge mess, splatting on his stomach and all over the bed sheets. He pulled his pajama pants back up, smiling, and closed his eyes, still thinking about Ms. McIntyre and her gorgeous boobs. =============== Theresa McIntyre was a highly successful young woman. At 30 years of age, she was five years into a career as a business analyst and program manager at a major Fortune 500 software company, and now, having risen steadily in the corporate hierarchy, she was a director with seven reports and dozens more beneath them. Another ten years, and she'll be Vice President. Twenty, and she might be CEO. She'd traveled the world, both as a tourist and as part of her profession. She'd been to all the best museums, seen all the most famous Broadway plays, climbed mountains and skied down them. She drove the latest all-electric sports car, she had all the hot new technological gadgets, and lived in a brand new home in a brand new exclusive suburban subdivision. And, she had to admit, she'd dated some of the best men that the world had to offer. Certainly the best that money could buy. Everything about Theresa McIntyre's life was perfect. Except for one thing. Yes, there was just one thing missing from the perfect existence that Ms. McIntyre has acquired for herself. Theresa, you see, wanted to have a baby. She wanted to have a baby really, really bad. Mostly, among her work colleagues, and the people in her friend group, the common course of action was that when you wanted to have a baby, you found yourself a husband. But that's not what Theresa wanted at all. Oh, god, no. It's not that she hated men; she'd dated all sorts of guys, and had sex with plenty of them, and often, the sex was great. She actually loved the sex. But the guys? Guys are fine to hang out with at the bar for drinks after work, but jesus hell, when it comes to actual relationships, guys are either whiny, clingy, and hopelessly childish, or they were insufferable egomaniacs, convinced despite all lack of evidence of their complete superiority to her in every possible way. At least, that's Theresa's experience. All the men she'd dated were either pathetic bootlickers, or they were quick to anger and prone to violence, and she didn't want to have jack shit to do with either of those. Oh, and I almost forgot. Guys are smelly, too. The truth is that most of them smell quite nice while they're fucking you. Not all of them, but most of them. It's just, once they'd been hanging around your house for a day or two, it seemed like the place always starts smelling like the men's locker room at the local gym. Theresa'd had enough stinking socks and dirty boxer shorts lying on her bedroom floor to last a lifetime or two, and she had no intention of signing up for forty years of that. Now, to be clear, some of her best friends were men. And she did love cock. She loved the smell of it, the taste, the shape, and best of all the feeling of it driving hard into her pussy. Fuck yes, Theresa did love cock. That was by far the biggest downside to the fact that she couldn't find a man -- not nearly enough cock. She also knew, like everyone always says, "there's a perfect man out there for you somewhere." Maybe that's true, and maybe it ain't. Maybe there actually are men who aren't stinky bootlickers or egomaniacs, but the one thing she knew is that she'd never found them. If Mr. Perfect was out there, he was making himself extremely scarce, and she was far too busy with her career to look under all the rocks in the hope that he'll scurry out. She'd tried all kinds of things so far, dating apps, "young adult" groups at the local church, book clubs and gym classes and going out to dance with her friends. She found plenty of men through all of these, but they just didn't measure up. So, no, she didn't want a man. Certainly not a husband. Too much work, and not nearly enough pay-off in the end. But alas, she did want something that only a man could give her; she had longed to be a mother for her entire life, and now that she was thirty, she was beginning to see this dream slipping away. That light she saw at the end of the tunnel was actually a dead-end: middle age, menopause, and not a baby to be seen. If she had to do it the normal way, she was in big trouble; at this rate, it would take years for her to find a man that she was even moderately compatible with. In frustration, she began looking for alternative approaches. Sperm banks did not interest her; squirting a stranger's baby batter into her vagina with a turkey baster was not appealing in the least. She considered, and passed on, all of her male friends. It was just too awkward to imagine having sex with a friend, and even if they did it turkey baster style, there was still a lot of awkwardness in that. Then one day after work, the solution to her problem dawned on her. When she got home that day, she did what she usually does, she kicked off those annoying high heels, peeled off her business suit and the torture device known as a brassiere. Then she pulled on a loose tank top and a little pair of shorts, and headed out to the deck to enjoy a good stiff cocktail in her backyard. There she was greeted with a sight for sore eyes. The neighbor boy, Jeremy Baumgartner, was outside mowing his family's lawn. Fuck if the kid didn't have his shirt off, too. Jeremy had always been a cute child, but lately, Theresa had been noticed certain things changing about him. He'd turned twelve years old a few months ago, and it seemed like he'd grown a foot in the last year. The kid was probably as tall as Theresa now, and she wasn't a short woman. Plus, he was beginning to fill out in wonderful ways, which she certainly had a fine view of right now -- broadening shoulders, thickening arms. Unexpectedly, as she sat there sipping her cocktail and watching him mowing the lawn with his shirt off, she felt her pussy get a little wet. Her mind wandered. I wonder what his cock looks like. I wonder if he has hair. I wonder if his penis is starting to look like a man's dick yet. About right then, Jeremy killed the mower and walked up to the fence that separated her backyard from his. He had his shirt in his hands, but he hadn't put it on yet. "Good afternoon, Ms. McIntyre," he said, despite the fact that she always told him to call her Theresa. Such a polite kid. "Good afternoon, Jeremy," she answered. She was glad that he hadn't put on his shirt when he came over to talk to her, and she spent a moment admiring his youthful chest. Skinny, although beginning to fill out nicely, and hairless. And jesus what a cute set of nipples. Fuck, I'm horny, she thought to herself. Must be ovulating. "I was thinking..." the boy said, but as he talked, his eyes wandered downward until they settled on her breasts, and he gave a noticeable gulp. Theresa suddenly realized that the tank top she'd pulled on after work was providing an insufficient amount of coverage, and she was momentarily torn between being flattered by the kid's attention, and annoyed that despite his tender age, he was just as lecherous as all the men she'd known. Like they say, my eyes are up here, asshole. She reached up and very purposefully adjusted her shirt so that it was less revealing, and the kid, with obvious embarrassment, looked away. "Your grass..." he stammered, then momentarily recovered his polite kid demeanor, "is getting a little long. Would you want me to mow it this afternoon?" "Sure, if you have the time, that'd be wonderful," she answered. She did like to help the kid out. She always gave him twenty bucks to cut her grass. As he wheeled his mower over to her yard, she noticed that he was trying very hard to not look at her tits. This made her smile. She was glad that he was trying not to be as annoying as most of the men she knew. But on the other hand, it was clear that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help himself. He had to look. And this made her smile, too. A horny little gentleman, she thought. That's kinda cute. And right then, the thought hit her: I wonder if he's old enough to make sperm? Hmm... As the boy pulled the cord on his mower and started cutting the grass, she picked up her phone and typed, "Do twelve year old boys make sperm?" The answer pleased her. Yes, it seems, some twelve year olds do make sperm, if they've entered puberty. And, she thought, as she looked over her phone at the shirtless boy mowing her lawn, it's a pretty good guess that Jeremy has hit puberty by now. She sized him up for a moment. Cute? Definitely--the kid was lucky, he got his mom's Italian genes -- tall, with dark, gorgeous curls. But looks aren't the only genes she's interested in. What about his intellect? That's at least as important as looks, for the man, well, for the male, be he a man or a boy, who'll contribute his DNA to her future child. I wonder what his grades are, she thought. Ah, screw that, she concluded, laughing out loud. I don't care how smart he is. I just want to fuck that gorgeous boy. Jesus, I am horny! Twelve year old Jeremy Baumgartner stared. He tried to pay attention to what he was doing. But unfortunately, what he was doing was mowing the lawn for his gorgeous neighbor, Ms. McIntyre, and he couldn't help himself. He just had to stare. He knew it was rude, and even worse, he was sure that it made him seem like a little kid. Grownup men don't stare at ladies' boobs, right? But the poor kid was just so horny these days! All the time! Sometimes, he popped a boner even when he wasn't thinking about sex at all. It was like his cock had a mind of its own. And besides, it wasn't his -- or even his cock's -- fault that he was staring. It wasn't his fault that Ms. McIntyre had the most beautiful tits of any woman he'd ever seen. Even compared to all the girls he looked at online, none of them had tits as nice as Ms. McIntyre's. Hers were magnificent works of art. So even while he tried really hard to concentrate on mowing and not staring, there really was nothing he could do about it. It's not like he could help it. He just stared, because that's all that he could do. And what really, really sucked about this was that he had a super hard boner, and he was pretty sure Ms. McIntyre could tell. How could she not? It was sticking right out inside his shorts, and that made him just want to die! He wished he could make it go away, but there wasn't anything he could do. The only way to make it go away was to jack off until he cums, and even then that doesn't always help. But even if it worked, he wouldn't be able to do that for another hour, at least. Theresa smiled as she sipped her cocktail and watched the neighbor boy mowing the lawn. She could feel his eyes on her, constantly. The horny little kid couldn't look away! And she could see -- Oh my god! He has the cutest little hard-on! She could see his cock standing up in his shorts, and she knew she should be disgusted that a boy was staring at her and getting an erection, but, maybe it was the cocktail, or maybe it's just that she was so fucking horny herself, but whatever the reason, she absolutely loved that little Jeremy, not exactly little anymore! was so into her that he was getting hard while he stared at her. Oh my fucking god, that's so adorable. So, as she finished off her cocktail and poured another one from the pitcher, she started strategizing. Strategy number one was the direct approach. She'd just tell him the truth, that she wanted to have a baby, and she wanted him to be the one that made her pregnant. No strings attached, she wouldn't tell anyone that he was the father, and in exchange for his services, he would get all the pussy he ever dreamed off, free of charge. He could fuck her every day if he wanted, even when she was pregnant. Even after the baby was born. What twelve year old boy would turn that down? But, she realized, that would probably freak him out. He was just a kid, after all. Just a virgin. Hmm, she thought, he's a virgin. That's the hook. Strategy number two: Don't mention the baby. Just tell him that she wants to take his virginity. She's horny as hell and hasn't had cock in ages, and his is the only one available to her right now, and she'll let him do it. She wants his virginity, and she wants it now! Thinking about that made her suddenly get very, very wet. Yep. I want to take that boy's virginity. But, she also realized, that might still be a little too much for the kid. She needs to play it smooth. Maybe just ask him if he wants a blow job, and let it progress from there? She did like that idea. She liked sucking cock, and it'd be fun to have this little kid's dick in her mouth. Mmm, she thought, getting even wetter, yeah, that's it. Offer to suck him off, get him so close to cumming that he loses his mind, and then tell him that she wants to fuck. That'll work. But will that freak him out, too? Of course he wants a blow job, but maybe even that's too aggressive for a twelve year old boy. So, gotta think this through a little bit. What does he really want? What can she do to really hook him, really reel him in, without causing him to run away? As she watched him finishing up with the mowing, staring at her the whole time with his shirt off and his hairless chest and adorable pecker sticking out inside his shorts, she knew what he really wanted. He wants to see my tits! She sat back and licked her lips. Her plan, she knew now, was going to work. She adjusted her tank top, pulling it as far down on her chest as she could, and waited for him to finish. Jeremy turned off the mower, having finally finished cutting the grass. He was so embarrassed by the huge boner that he'd popped, and that stayed rock hard the entire time he mowed Ms. McIntyre's lawn, that he just wanted to run away. He didn't care about the twenty dollars, she can keep the money! He just wanted to run away and hide! But when Ms. McIntyre waved to him, giving him a hand signal that he should come up to her deck, what choice did he have? He looked down at his boner, sticking out so prominently from his shorts, and tried so hard to make it go away. But it didn't listen. His dick has a mind of its own. Resigned to his incredibly embarrassing fate, he tried to adjust himself as best he could, and joined her on her deck. Ms. McIntyre sat up. And when she did, he noticed, her tank top fell away from her chest, and his heart skipped a beat. If he got a little closer, oh my god if he could just get a little closer! he could see right down her shirt! He wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, on the off chance that maybe she didn't notice his boner, but he was driven by another need, and he walked right up to her, and looked right down her shirt. And there, not more than two feet away from him, were Ms. McIntyre's tits. Naked, except under her shirt, but naked for him to see! It was only a fleeting glimpse, just two beautiful creamy mounds of flesh and a quick flash of nipples, before the woman lifted her hand and pressed the shirt against her chest, and Jeremy knew that he'd been caught. She saw him looking down her shirt, and he felt so stupid! He felt like such a little kid right then! But Ms. McIntyre didn't seem to mind. She smiled up at him, and took her hand away from her shirt. But as she took her hand away, she pinched the fabric right at the top hem of the shirt. It seemed almost by accident, but it caused the shirt to pull away even more, and the boy had a perfect view of the woman's perfect breasts, round and full and creamy white, jigging just a little bit as she moved in her chair. And her nipples were so beautiful! Large pink circles on the top of her breasts, with thick nubs standing above the nipples. And Jeremy just stared. He had no choice. He just stood there and stared right down her top. He heard her giggle, and he managed to look up at her face, and she was looking right up at him. She had a little bit of blush on her cheeks. "You're looking down my top!" she said, giggling some more. "I'm sorry," Jeremy said, but even as he said it, his eyes went right back down and stared at her tits some more. The woman pushed her shirt back against her chest, so he couldn't see any more. "I probably shouldn't let you," she said. The boy didn't answer. He kept his eyes glued on her chest, just in case he might get another little look. "But actually, I like it when you look," she said. And she pulled her shirt away from her chest again. "Come closer, I'll let you. I don't mind." Like an unthinking automaton, Jeremy took a step closer, and Ms. McIntyre gave her tits a little shake. They jiggled and shimmied in front of his eyes, her beautiful pink nipples stiffening as they rubbed against the cotton of her tank top. Finally, she started to stand up. "My purse is inside," she said. "Why don't you come in, and I'll get you your money." As they walked together into her house, Jeremy looked down and saw his boner, sticking straight out inside his shorts. He was mortified! And there was nothing he could do about it! Ms. McIntyre's purse was sitting on the counter of the island in her kitchen, and rather than picking up the purse, she leaned over the counter to open it. Her shirt fell away from her chest again, and Jeremy could see right down it. He could see her breasts again! They were hanging down now, swaying from side to side, and looking so full, and so beautiful. They were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen. Jeremy was in love with Ms. McIntyre's boobs! She was looking up at him and smiling, as she found her wallet and took out a couple of bills. "You like looking at my tits, don't you?" she said. "I'm sorry," he said again. But he didn't look away. She smiled even more. "No," she said, "seriously, I meant it when I said that I like it. It turns me on. It's making me wet." "Wet?" he said, like he didn't understand what she meant. But he did know that women's pussies get wet when they're turned on. He just couldn't believe that Ms. McIntyre's pussy was getting wet, just because he was looking down her shirt. "Yes," she answered. "It makes me wet." She set two twenty dollar bills on the counter, slipped her wallet back in her purse, and stood up. But then she put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up. All the way up above her tits. "Go ahead, look," she said, "as much as you want. I'll let you."" Jeremy stood with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe that Ms. McIntyre was just like those girls online, who lift their shirts so willingly, just so that he can masturbate while he stares at their boobs. She might be like those girls because she lifts her shirt, but the comparison ended there. None of those girls were as beautiful as Ms. McIntyre, and none of them had boobs like hers. He had never seen anything as beautiful as the neighbor lady's gorgeous breasts. They sloped down from her upper chest, rising five inches until they tapered into two cotton candy nipples that puffed up an another inch above the surrounding flesh and were covered in pale pink goosebumps. The nipples continued rising, tapering upward to proudly present two stiff, thick nubs that stood up another half an inch and pointed skyward. Beneath the nipples hung two round, firm globes, pale and cream-colored, softball-sized swellings of breastfat held in place by tight skin, and shimmying just slightly as she breathed. "Do you want to touch them?" Theresa asked the boy. Wide-eyed, gape-mouth, staring, he took a step towards her and reached out his hands. Another step, and his fingers made contact with the soft flesh. Ms. McIntyre let out a soft little moan, and Jeremy wrapped has fingers around her tits and squeezed them, gently kneeding, experiencing for the first time in his young life the supple warmth, the soft comfort, of a woman's breasts. And as he stood in front of her, curiously exploring, tenderly massaging, he felt her reach down and place her hand on his stomach, and then slip it down. A moment later, her cool fingers were inside his shorts, venturing through the curls of hair above his cock, and then wrapping around his shaft. "So big," she whispered. "So fucking big!" Theresa was, indeed, very impressed by the size of the boy's cock. It felt to her like a man's cock, thinner, perhaps, than the best that she had encountered, but as long as many and longer than some. When her fingers got to his cockhead, she felt the wetness. The boy was literally dripping precum! Oh, fuck, she thought to herself, I've got to taste his precum! But not yet. She didn't want him to stop massaging her breasts. She was, in fact, quite surprised at how wonderful his hands felt on her tits. His inquisitiveness, his exploration, it made her tremble with excitement. So she let him continue, she let him hold and squeeze and kneed her tits, and she contented herself for now with having her hand in his shorts, gripping and stroking his stiff cock, slipping her hand down to feel his surprisingly large balls. Oh yes, she thought to herself as she petted his stones, these will do the trick! These are full of sperm, and they're going to plant a baby in me, for sure. Then she pulled her hand out, reached up and pulled her shirt off entirely so that he could continue his ministrations on her tits unencumbered, and she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She left her mouth there, breathing against him. "You're quite skilled with your hands," she said, and she reached her hands up and put them on his, and together they both massaged her tits. A minute later, she began sliding one of his hands down. "Do you want to touch my pussy now?" she asked. "You can feel how wet you make me." He looked at her, and nodded. "Kiss me first," she said. "Kiss me on the lips." As she spoke, she continued pulling his hand down her belly. The boy pressed his lips against hers in a sweet little peck. "No," she said. "More than that. I want your tongue in my mouth." He kissed her again, and she opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue into her. At the same time, together, their hands slipped inside her shorts, and down. Jeremy had no idea at all what he would find between her legs. He'd seen plenty of pussies online, but they were strange to him. He couldn't understand even basic things, like all the confusing parts and what they're for. He certainly didn't understand how he would put his cock inside a pussy, and watching videos of people fucking didn't help. It just made it all the more perplexing. But Ms. McIntyre helped him, pulling his hand into her shorts and down, and he felt wisps of hair underneath his fingers, but she kept pulling his hand down until his fingers slipped between her legs. And then he felt something amazingly warm, and so wet that it soaked his fingers. "Oh, Jeremy," the woman moaned, even though they were still kissing. She showed him with her fingers what to do, helped him to explore the strange wet folds, slide the tip of his fingers up to her clit, then down, and in, his finger now encased inside the slippery warmth of her pussy. "Oh, Jeremy," she whispered again, before pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, Jeremy!" She lifted her face away from his, staring right into his eyes. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" All Jeremy could do was nod enthusiastically in response. And then he watched, his heart thumping hard, as beautiful Ms. McIntyre knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts and his underwear down. "Oh god Jeremy," the woman moaned, "what a gorgeous cock." She gripped his shaft, opened her mouth, she leaned in towards him, and took his precum-leaking dickhead between her lips. Jeremy closed his eyes, lifted his head, and let out a breathy moan at the feeling of her warm mouth, her soft tongue, her wet lips. He felt her suck, and then she began to stroke. She started sucking in rhythm with her strokes, the boy letting out soft little "Oooh"s with each suck. At the sound of his sweet moaning, she lifted her other hand and lovingly cradled his balls, petting them with her fingers. A moment later, Jeremy's legs began to shake, and he let out a long low groan. Theresa smiled to herself. The boy's going to cum! I've been sucking his cock for thirty seconds and he's already going to cum! Give it to me, Jeremy, give it to me, my lover. Fill my mouth, I want to taste it, I want to swallow it, I want to have your cum inside me! She felt his cock spasm, and he grunted, "Uggghhh," and she felt his cum fire out of him and slam into the back of her throat, a huge shot, hot and thick. She petted his balls and stroked his cock and the boy came again, and he just kept cumming and cumming. It might have been premature ejaculation, but it was an enormous load, regardless. She'd never had this much cum shot in her mouth before. When he was finished, she held his cock in her mouth while it twitched the last few times, making sure she got all of his cum. Then she sat back and looked up at him and opened her mouth. The boy looked down at her and she sat there on her knees with her mouth open for a couple of seconds, letting him look, letting him know that he'd just filled her mouth full with his semen. Then she closed her mouth while he watched, and swallowed. She felt the thick warmth flow down her throat, then smiled up at him and opened her mouth again so that the boy could see that she'd swallowed it all. He just stared, looking a little bit like a deer in the headlights of a car. "So much cum!" she said, licking her lips and standing. "I'm sorry," Jeremy said, looking concerned. "I didn't mean to..." Theresa pressed her tits against him and nuzzled into his neck. "No, baby, I loved it," she whispered. "You can cum in my mouth whenever you want." "I can?" Jeremy couldn't believe that she'd just said that. "Yes," she said, kissing him on the neck, and reaching down to feel his cock. She was amazed to find that he was still just as hard as he had been when he throbbed in her hand. "And you can cum in my pussy whenever you want, too." She felt him gulp, and kissed his neck again. "Do you want to cum in my pussy?" she asked. He nodded. "Lie down on the floor," she said. The kid was wide-eyed as he lay down, and Theresa quickly pulled her shorts and panties off and climbed on top of him, leaned over, and kissed him. "I want your cock so badly, Jeremy," she said. "Will you give me your cock? Will you let me feel your wonderful cock inside me?" The twelve year old was clearly overwhelmed by all of this. He could barely speak, and his eyes were wide, and he looked more scared than excited, and Theresa realized that she was going far too fast for the poor boy. She felt bad, she felt like she was using him, even, she realized, like she was molesting him. She leaned down and kissed him again. "I'm sorry," she said, "I feel like I'm going too fast for you. I just get really horny. We can slow down. We can stop." She could tell the boy didn't know what he wanted. He didn't have any way to tell her what he wanted. She gave him as sweet a smile as she could, kissed him again, and climbed off. "I think we should get dressed now," she said. Jeremy looked relieved, and terribly disappointed, both at the same time. "But I want you to know, Jeremy," she added, "I want to have sex with you. Really, really badly." The boy gulped again. "I really want to have sex with you, too," he said. "Maybe... Maybe, if you want, you can come back tomorrow." He nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice cracking with excitement, regret, anticipation. "You don't have to. Only come back if you want to." "I want to," he said. Theresa smiled at him. "I'm glad. You promise?" "I promise." "We should come up with a reason for you to come over," she said, "in case your parents ask." Jeremy nodded. "Maybe you need help with something?" Theresa put a hand on his chest, gently rubbing a finger over his nipple. "Yes! I need a big strong man like you to help me move some furniture." There was a beautiful, genuine smile on the boy's face, the first smile that Theresa had seen from him since before he'd started mowing her lawn. She felt a little proud of herself for having realized that he was feeling uncomfortable, and stepping back to allow him space, and she felt that his smile was validation that she had done the right thing. "Yes!" he said, sounding honestly excited about the idea. "I'll tell them you asked me to help you move some furniture!" "It's a plan!" she said, grinning back at him. Theresa lay in bed, aggressively sliding a dildo in and out of her pussy. She was thinking about Jeremy Baumgartner. She'd picked out a dildo from her collection that was close in shape and size and texture to Jeremy's cock; narrow, long, stiff. "Oh, fuck me, Jeremy," she let out in a breathy moan, sliding that dildo in, fast and deep. Part of her regretted that she hadn't fucked him when she had the chance that afternoon. His gorgeous twelve year old man meat was no more than two inches from her cunt, and she was dripping wet and she could have slid right down on that boy cock and fucked his eyeballs out. But even though she was seriously wishing she had fucked him, and that she was fucking him right now, she also knew she'd made the right call. Jeremy was freaked out. She was being too aggressive. She couldn't help it, she was just so damned horny for him, but if she'd fucked him right then, she might have gotten his precious cum, but it might well have been the only time she got it. And it might have caused him serious psychological harm. Stopping, though... That put him in the driver's seat. When he comes back, he'll know he's coming back to have sex with her. No shock, no surprise, no unwelcome or frightening aggression from her, he'll know exactly what's going to happen. And, of course, he could choose not to come. It's entirely his choice. But that thought made her smile, because she knew that there was no chance in hell that he wasn't coming back. She'd given him just enough of a taste to make absolutely certain that he couldn't stay away from her. She'd let him put his finger in her pussy, and let him cum in her mouth, and there was no doubt that he wanted more. "Oh, fuck, Jeremy," she moaned, ramming that dildo in and out. "Please, Jeremy, please, come back. Come back and fuck me and put your baby in me!" She was fucking herself hard and swirling her finger over her clit and her pussy was gushing and she was cumming, imagining Jeremy and his beautiful cock firing his semen inside her. As she came down from her orgasm, she left the dildo inside while she caught her breath. And she laughed. She laughed, because she realized that she'd never been this turned on by a guy in her life. No man her age has ever made her feel this way. Only Jeremy. Only the little twelve year old neighbor boy. While she laughed, the dildo slipped out of her pussy, and she reached down and picked it up. "Oh!" she said. "Still hard, Jeremy? Here, let me suck you now." She slipped the dildo into her mouth and began swirling her finger over her clit again, remembering how he tasted, how he felt. And how he came. Jeremy Baumgartner lay in bed with his hands wrapped around his cock. He was thinking about Ms. McIntyre. Why did she stop? he wondered. He didn't want her to stop! He wanted to have sex with her! God, he was sooo disappointed that she stopped! But she said she wanted him to come back, right? That's what she told him. And he knew that if he did go back, no, when he goes back, that they will have sex. It made him so excited, to know that they're going to have sex! Tomorrow night! As he stroked his cock, he imagined what it would be like to be inside her. He'd had his finger in her pussy, and he was remembering what it felt like in there. So warm, so soft. So wet! He was imagining what it would be like to have his cock in there instead of his finger, and it turned him on so much to think about it. Then he remembered what it was like to touch her breasts, how he held those soft wonderful warm boobs in his hands, squeezing them and gripping them, exploring them with his fingertips and feeling everything about them. And then he thought about how she'd taken his cock into her mouth. It was so amazing! Her mouth was so warm! And he thought how he had cum in her mouth, and she didn't mind. She liked it! Oh god she liked it! "Oh Ms. McIntyre!" he groaned out loud. "Oh you're... you're such a slut! I'm going to cum in your mouth again!" He lifted his hips off of the bed, pounding hard on his cock. Theresa was furiously masturbating while she slid that dildo in and out of her mouth. "Cumb ib my mouf again, Jeremy!" she moaned around the dildo. "I'm a slut, I'm a whore, I'm a cum hungry bitch!" She lifted her hips off the bed, furiously fingering her clit. "Oh god!" Jeremy moaned out loud. Across the narrow strip of lawn separating his bedroom from hers, Theresa moaned as well, "Oh god!" And they both came, together, the boy shooting his cum into the air and imagining that he was cumming in his neighbor's mouth again, the woman writhing and humping her hand and sucking her dildo and imagining her neighbor boy was filling her mouth again. =============== Jeremy was hard all day at school. All he could think about, all day, was how he was going to have sex with Ms. McIntyre in just a few hours. He wanted to tell all his friends, "I'm going to have sex tonight!" but he knew he shouldn't, that Ms. McIntyre could get in a whole lot of trouble if he said anything at all. So he didn't, even though he wanted to brag so badly! After school, he waited for her to come home from work, ready to run to her house the moment that she did. But she hadn't come home by the time his dad had dinner ready, so he had to wait a little longer. He couldn't stand it! But he had to wait. Over dinner, he told his parents that he was going to Ms. McIntyre's that night. "She asked me to help her move some furniture," he told them. "Oh, that's nice of you to help her out" his mother said. "Is she going to pay you?" "Yeah," he lied. "Twenty bucks!" "She needs a husband," his father said. "Then she wouldn't have to pay the neighbor kid to move some furniture." "Oh, pish," his mom said. "Husbands aren't necessary when you have a nice strong handsome young man next door." Her husband rolled his eyes. "She doesn't even seem to date anymore. All she seems to care about is her work. She's going to regret that. She's going to want to have children sooner or later, and she'll have no one around to be the father." "Having children isn't the only thing a woman wants to do with her life," his mother responded. "Every woman I know has eventually decided that she wants to have kids," his dad said. "It's all about the biology." "Every woman?" Jeremy's mom asked. "Okay, fine, most women," his dad admitted. "But come on, Mel, you couldn't have made it to thirty without wanting a kid." "True," she said, "I couldn't have even lasted that long!" "See what I'm saying?" her husband responded. "She needs to find herself a man." Jeremy sat quiet, wanting to object to everything his dad was saying, but worried that it'd be too obvious. His little sister, however, stepped in for him. "Maybe she doesn't like men," she said. "Right!" Jeremy hastily added his agreement. "Maybe she likes..." He stopped himself mid-thought, almost having said something he knew he shouldn't. "Girls!" his sister finished for him. "Right, Jerry? Maybe she's a lesbian!" "She's not a lesbian!" Jeremy shot back defensively. "Oooo!" his little sister said. "Jerry has a crush on Ms. McIntyre!" "Jennifer!" his mom scolded. "Eat your vegetables." She turned back to Jeremy. "I think it's sweet that she asked for your help. She knows you're a strapping young man, perfect for helping her move her furniture." "Maybe Ms. McIntyre has a crush on Jerry!" his little sister said. "Jennifer!" their mother scolded her. "Jerry has a girlfriend!" the nine year old giggled. "That's enough, Jennifer!" her mother responded. "Now you're doing all the dishes, by yourself. And Jeremy, you better get over to Theresa's house. It could take a little while to help her, and it'll be bedtime soon." Jeremy tried to act as nonchalant as possible when he stood up from the table. "Yes, mom," he said, like it was something he wasn't looking forward to that much. He was proud of himself, for how cool he was playing it! Theresa was wet all day at work, thinking about how she was going to be having sex with Jeremy that evening. She couldn't concentrate on anything; all she could think about was the neighbor boy fucking her with his gorgeous cock and filling her with his massive loads of cum. Oh god, she thought, many, many times, all day long, I want him to flood my womb with his sperm! It seemed to take forever for her to get out of the office when the evening came, and she drove home as quickly as she could. All these fucking red lights! Jesus Christ! She had to change her panties, once she got home. They were completely soaked. While she changed, she spent a little time picking out the sexiest outfit she could find. What would he like? A short skirt, maybe a schoolgirl look? Nah, older guys are into schoolgirls. Jeremy probably wants something more grownup than that. So she pulled on her tightest form-fitting cocktail dress, a little gray number with black lace trim that clung to her like a glove, showing off every curve. It was low-cut at the neckline, but she pulled it down even further. She wanted to give the neighbor boy a good look at a lot of cleavage tonight! She'd barely managed to check her hair and touch up her lipstick, when the doorbell rang. The sound of it caused her pussy to gush, like she was Pavlov's dog. She smiled. God, I've never been so horny for a guy in my life! My panties are going to be soaked again before I even see him! What is it about this boy that turns me on so much? She hurried to the door and, just before she opened the door, she made sure that the top of her cocktail dress was pulled down as far as it possibly could be. She grinned as she looked down. A scandalous amount of cleavage! Jeremy's sure going to like this! Then she opened the door, and there was her twelve year old neighbor boy, grinning as he looked her over. Just seeing him made her pussy gush even more. "Hi, Jeremy!" she said, welcoming him in with a sweep of her hand. "Hello, Ms. McIntyre," the boy said. He looked a little nervous, but even more, he looked excited, as he stepped in to her house. "Any problem getting away from your parents?" she asked as she closed the door behind him. "No," he said. "They think it's nice for me to come over to help you move your furniture." "It is," she said. "It's very nice." She stepped into him, put her arms around him, pressed her body against his. She could feel his cock. Hard already! And her pussy did more than just gush. It quivered and pulsed in anxious anticipation. They stood there at the door and kissed, tongues already deep inside each other's mouths. They kissed for a full minute until finally she stepped back. "I've been really looking forward to this," she said, and took his hand. "Me, too!" the boy said. Theresa smiled. Her little plan had worked; stopping before they actually fucked the day before had left him craving more, and he was here now, and completely willing. "Let's go up to my bedroom," she said. She led him by the hand to her room, then to her bed, and sat him down. She climbed onto his lap, and kissed him. Her hands worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, then reaching down and starting to work on his pants. His hands were slower than hers, the kid was so insecure and uncertain! Theresa had to encourage him to touch her, she had to reach up and take his hands in hers and put them on her tits for him. Once there, he just left them in place and squeezed. Each time his fingers dug into her soft flesh, a bolt of electricity flowed through her body, concentrating its intensity between her legs, and her pussy pulsed and quivered and gushed some more. But still, she was hoping he'd tear the cocktail dress off of her soon, like any grown man she'd ever known would have done. But, she had to smile. Jeremy was no grown man, that's for sure. She didn't want to freak him out by being too overly aggressive with him, like she'd done the day before, but she also knew she had to be the one to advance the ball. Once she got his pants unbuttoned, she climbed off of his lap and helped him stand, and he dropped his pants while she pulled the dress over her head. He was still trying to step out of his clothes as she peeled her panties off and climbed onto the bed. She lay down, spread her legs open, and smiled at the now-naked boy. Jeremy was visibly shaking as he joined her on the bed, she wanted to do something to help him calm down a little. "Hey," she said, "are you nervous?" He looked at her with scared puppy-dog eyes, but didn't respond. "We don't have to do this, you know. We can just--" "No!" he quickly interjected, practically shouting. "I really want to!" "Good," she said softly. "'Cause I really want to, too." She sat up a bit and put her hand on his sides, helping him to understand that he should climb on top of her, between her open legs. Once he was situated, she lay back down on her back and reached out, taking his cock in her hand and directing it down. "Slide it in me, Jeremy." The boy pushed his hips forward, and once she made sure his head was pushing into her hole, she took her hand away. His cockhead sunk an inch into her, and they both let out simultaneous moans. Theresa could feel her pussy lips spasm in anticipation, and she felt her cum dribble down onto her asshole. God, I'm so wet! Jeremy seemed to be stalled at this point, with just his cockhead inside her. She smiled up at him, and he looked down with a face that seemed simultaneously overwhelmed with happiness, and confused as to what he should do next. With an almost motherly patience and gentleness, Theresa put her hands on his hips and nudged him deeper into her. He seemed to understand, leaning his hips forward as her hands directed him. After his cock had burrowed into her pussy another inch, she pushed his hips back, and his cock pulled out, but unfortunately, it slipped out entirely. Theresa gave him a big smile, reached down, and helped him find his mark again. "It takes a little while to get it just right," she said. He nodded, concentrating on his task now. "You'll get it!" This time, he pushed his hips forward with little guidance from Theresa at all, and he sunk in deeper. Then he pulled back, but was more careful, making sure that his head was still inside the folds of her pussy lips. Forward again, three inches in. "There you go!" Theresa said, lifting her hands away completely now and laying them on the bed above her head. Jeremy pulled back and pushed in, and she let out a heavy sigh. "Fuck me, Jeremy!" she said. "Fuck my pussy!" The boy grunted this time and his cock sunk deep, and Theresa felt his balls knock up against her. "Oh, fuck me!" she said. "My pussy is yours, Jeremy! She's your fuck toy, use her!" The boy pulled back, cautious again to not leave her, then dove in all the way. Back, still cautious, then in. But now he was definitely getting the hang of it, and he was moving faster, filling her deep, rearing back, filling her deep again. Oh, yeah, now the boy was fucking her! Now he was using her all he wanted, grunting and groaning as he started slamming into her open, soaking wet cunt. It wasn't exactly "premature ejaculation" this time, but the twelve year old wasn't able to take more than a couple minutes of this. Theresa understood. In fact, she was quite fine with that. What she wanted more than anything, was his cum. When he was panting hard, with that red-faced look of pending explosion, she wrapped her legs tight around him. "Cum, Jeremy!" she shouted. The boy groaned, loud and long. "Cum for me! Cum inside me!" Theresa shouted, gripping him tight as he continued to hammer his cock in her. Jeremy's whole body was overwhelmed with the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced in his life. His hair seemed to be standing on end, his fingers were clenching at the bed sheets on either side of Ms. McIntyre, his arms were shaking, his legs were shaking, his whole body was shaking. The entire act of sexual intercourse was a blur for him, from the moment he'd felt that tight warmth of his neighbor's wonderful pussy as her labia wrapped around his head, then sinking deep into her and beginning a primal animalistic rutting, and now, with Ms. McIntyre shouting "Cum inside me!" as she held him locked to her with her legs "Oh, FUUUCCKKK!" the twelve year old shouted, in response to the woman's shouts. "Ahhhh!" he groaned, long and loud, and all of the powerful feelings in his body, from his gripping hands and shaking feet, to his prickling scalp and the electric feel of Ms. McIntyre's fingernails as they dug into his shoulders, all of these sensations combined together into a powerful stroke, his cock driving as deep into the woman as he could, his ballsack tightening around his testicles. As he sunk into her, he lifted himself up onto his toes, so that nearly all the weight of his body was concentrated on in his cock, and for one glorious second, he just stayed there, overwhelmed by everything that was happening, all around him. And then it came. He came. In a split second, so quick it was almost an instant, and enormous shot of cum fired out of him and deep into Ms. McIntyre's pussy. It seemed to him like she was screaming, "God, yes, cum!" she shouted. "Cum in my dirty nasty slutty pussy Jeremy!" Her words were like magic to him, causing him to keep pumping and pumping cum. The boy had definitely never experienced anything like this. Nothing even remotely like this. He lay on top of the woman, panting, and one thought rang through is brain. Holy shit, sex is great. It's the greatest thing ever. Once he'd caught his breath, he pushed himself up off of Ms. McIntyre and began to climb off of her. But she wrapped her legs even tighter around his ass. "Don't leave," she whispered, sounding hoarse. "I want you inside me. Kiss me." Jeremy leaned over his neighbor and kissed her on the lips. They lay there for another minute, kissing, and while they did, she began moving her hips as best she could underneath him, and his cock began to slide inside her dripping pussy. Ten seconds later, he joined her hip movements, and they lay there together, holding each other tight and kissing and making gentle love. The boy lasted much longer this time, and while he didn't ever feel any of those overwhelming, fireworks-and-rockets sensations this time, he felt something else, something much deeper and more fulfilling, a powerful feeling of mastery, of ownership. He felt, for those ten minutes, like he was the most important man on Earth. And when his orgasm finally bloomed inside him, he remembered that Ms. McIntyre had told him, right when they began to fuck, that her pussy belonged to him. The thought of this sent him over the edge, and he ejaculated, shooting all of his cum into her pussy. Into his pussy. He stayed in her after once again while they kissed and held each other, until his puberty-fueled erection finally dissipated, and he slipped out of her, and off of her, to her side. "Can I come back again tomorrow?" he said between kisses. "I guess you liked it, didn't you?" Theresa said. Jeremy smiled big. "Can I?!?" Theresa smiled back, just as big. "Of course you can! But we'll need some sort of excuse. Some reason for you to come over." "Maybe you need more help moving furniture?" The woman laughed. "I think we probably need something else. If you keep coming over to move furniture, your parents will get suspicious." "Yeah," the boy said, laughing with her. "They already think you have a crush on me!" "They do?!?" she said, a little shocked. What reason could they have for thinking that? "Well, my little sister does at least," he answered. "She said it at dinner tonight, when I told them I was coming over here to help you move furniture. She's always such a brat!" "She's not wrong, you know." "Really?!?" Jeremy's eyes got wide. "Yeah, really." "So, does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?" "Well, maybe your 'secret girlfriend,'" Theresa answered. "And I can be your secret boyfriend!" "Yes!" Theresa grinned, then moved in and kissed him. "Since we're secret boyfriend and girlfriend," she said, "we should kiss a lot." "Okay!" Jeremy said, grinning along with his secret girlfriend and kissing her back. "But my dad says you should get a real boyfriend," Jeremy added, when they broke the kiss. "He does?" "Yeah. Well, really, he said you need a husband." Theresa laughed. "Oh, he did? Why does he think I need a husband?" "'Cause then you wouldn't have to pay the neighbor kid to move your furniture!" Both of them laughed at that. Theresa put her hand on Jeremy's naked chest, so hairless, so youthful. "But the neighbor kid is really good at moving furniture." "I didn't even move any!" "But you moved the bed a lot," Theresa said, and they both laughed some more. "Actually," Jeremy said, "My dad says you need a husband because you're going to want to have a baby some day." "Oh?" She ran a finger lightly over one of his nipples. "Yeah. I guess he thinks women always want to have babies. That's what he said." "Well...," Theresa said, "can I tell you a secret?" "Sure." "I do want to have a baby," she said. "Oh." Jeremy looked a bit confused. "But..." "But you're dad's wrong. I don't want a husband." "Don't you need a husband to..." "Of course not! There's all kinds of ways to have a baby without a husband." The boy nodded. Of course their were. "I'm thinking about working with a couple of sperm donors," Theresa said. It wasn't entirely a lie. She had briefly thought about it. "Sperm donors?" the boy said, like he didn't understand. "Yeah, you know," she started explaining. "Guys that--" "I know what a sperm donor is!" Jeremy interjected. "I just thought..." Theresa smiled at him. "You thought that I'd want your sperm?" "Well..." he said, embarrassed enough that his face was turning red. "I do, Jeremy. Your sperm is my favorite in the world! I just don't want you to feel any pressure. If I use a sperm donor, then we can just fuck for fun and you don't have to think about it. You're really too young to have to think about shit like that." "No I'm not! I'm... I'm getting older!" "So..." Theresa said, sliding her finger down from his nipple to his skinny stomach, "do you think you might want to... donate your sperm to the cause?" Her finger slid past his belly button and down into his pubic hair. "We can still fuck for fun, of course, but just... We can just be open to the possibility." "Possibility?" "Of pregnancy," she said. "Oh. Right." "And if I do get pregnant," her hand was now on his cock. She could feel him swelling to her touch. "I'll just tell everyone that I used a sperm donor. The actual identity of my sperm donor can be our little secret!" "I like that! Our secret!" The boy was grinning, looking excited at the conspiratorial idea. "My secret sperm donor!" The woman climbed on top of the boy, straddling his waist. "Yeah!" She reached down behind her, lifting his cock, then slid back and directed him into her. "My secret crush, my secret boyfriend, and my secret sperm donor!" As as sat down on his cock, feeling it driving into her pussy, she saw the boy's eyes roll up into their sockets and gloss over, and she saw a big happy smile form on his face. I think I've fucked him silly, she thought to herself. She giggled, and then thought, This will make him even sillier! And she leaned over him and hung her breasts in his face, rubbing them back and forth over his cheeks. Eventually, the boy's mouth found a nipple and latched on tightly, sucking hard, causing waves and pulses of electric lightning to shoot through Theresa's body. "Oh, god, Jeremy! You're gonna make me cum!" she said. "Suck, my sweet secret boyfriend! Suck my tit!" And suck he did, while his neighbor lady girlfriend's pussy spasmed around his cock and she came, slamming her hips up and down on him the entire time. He joined the motion of her hips, lifting his to meet her downward motion, and they were fucking each other hard, long thin boyish dick driving deep into soft wet woman pussy. "Cum in me, Jeremy!" Theresa shouted as her orgasm peaked. "Oh, fuck, put your baby in me! Flood my womb with sperm!" The boy's cock spasmed inside her spasming pussy, and he began to cum himself, and he shot his third load of semen into her that night. =============== Theresa McIntyre sat on the deck in her back yard and watched the neighbor boy, Jeremy Baumgartner, as he chased her daughter around the yard. The toddler squealed, giggling hard, when the boy caught her around the waist and lifted her into the air. Jeremy had grown a lot over the last two years. He was starting to look like a man now. He even had some dark curls of hair on his once-bare chest. Theresa knew those curls well. She knew everything about his body. Everything. And although everyone seemed quite accepting of her claim that she used an anonymous sperm donor to get pregnant, she couldn't help thinking that the toddler was an absolute mirror image of the neighbor boy, the same black curly hair, the same smile, the same shining eyes. Some people must wonder, don't they? Some of them must be suspicious. As Jeremy set the girl down, both of them laughing and giggling and then chasing each other again, Theresa smiled. She loved watching the two of them together. Then, Theresa McIntyre patted her swollen belly. The poor kid's going to have his hands full when their second child is born, that's for sure! [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. Also, visit my story site at www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Kissing Cousins by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2019 Story codes: Mg10, oral, first, grooming Summary: The genesis for this story was a naughty dream I had a couple days ago. The actual dream is only a small portion of the story--the part where they are making out in his car in a deserted parking lot, and ending with them in the woods and her telling him he'll have to wait. The rest of the story was constructed around that scene, to make some sense of it. The girl wasn't my cousin, and I wasn't seventeen, but it's what made the most sense to turn it into a story. Anyway... The usual straightforward romp in the hay that you might expect from me. I hope you enjoy it! ============== They say a girl always remembers her first time, and a guy always tries to forget his. Haha! That is so true! Okay, true confessions time now, kids. Here's my tale of being a bumbling idiot. Luckily, Ronnie was a sweetheart, and very patient with me, and I got the hang of it soon enough. I was seventeen. A junior in high school. Now don't get me wrong, I had plenty of sexual experience by then, lots of "heavy petting" with the girls I dated and even a bit of oral sex. But none of them had let me past the goal posts yet. And the girl, well... she was my cousin, Veronica. And if you think it's creepy for a guy to have sex with his cousin, well, then you probably ought to stop reading now. 'Cause Ronnie was ten years old when we did it. When Ronnie was little, she was one of those kids that pretty much always preferred to be naked. My earliest recollection about how much fun this could be was back when I was twelve, so she must have been around five. Just a kid, sure, but at least not a toddler anymore. We were both the "only children" in our families, so whenever my family would visit hers, which we did a fair bit, she and I were sort of like brother and sister and we'd do things you might expect a couple of siblings would do. One of the things I was really into back then was squirt gun fights, with those big super-soaker water guns that were all the rage in those days. That was when I discovered that the second Veronica got wet, she just pulled her clothes right off. And there I was, playing squirt guns with a naked five year old. Ronnie's parents were completely unfazed by this. One time, Aunt Judy even brought us lemonade while we were playing squirt guns on a hot summer afternoon, and Ronnie ran right up onto the deck as naked as the day she was born. Aunt Judy just laughed. Even though I was a horny pubescent twelve year old, I didn't have any sexual thoughts about this naked five year old. She was basically just a kid sister to me. It wasn't until a couple years later that we were playing squirt guns again, and the girl, now several years past toddlerdom, once again stripped buck naked as soon as she got wet. I liked it, this time. This was fun. We climbed in their hot tub afterwards, her naked, me in my swim trunks, but then I figured, you know, why does my cousin get to sit in the hot tub naked and I don't? That's not fair! And since the grownups were gone shopping or something anyway, I figured, why not? So I just yanked my trunks down and joined her in her nudity. It was pretty fun, how she just stared unabashedly with a grin on her face. I was fourteen by then, and I suppose pretty much man-sized, and yes, fully erect as well, so Ronnie got an eyeful, that's for sure. That's also when I realized that hey, if she's going to stare like some horny kid, then I get to, too, and I really got a good look at my little cousin's sex parts that day. Eventually she started splashing me, and I splashed her back, and we had a big old splash fight in the hot tub. That's the kind of cousins we were. The "naked splash fight in the hot tub" kind of cousins! Fast-forward three years now. I hadn't seen Ronnie much at all in-between, but while me and my parents drove the five hundred miles to their house, I couldn't help but wonder if she might still be the sort of girl who takes her clothes off in a heartbeat. I'd left my super-soaker days far behind by then, but maybe she'd want to have another squirt gun fight, for old time's sake? Or maybe another naked romp in the hot tub? But all those ideas went out the window when we pulled up at their house and Ronnie came running out with her parents to greet us. Now, I'd changed a lot in the three years since she and I had our naked splash fight in the hot tub; the scrawny fourteen year old kid had become a tall, broad shouldered young man. But I quickly realized I wasn't the only one who had changed. Ronnie wasn't a little girl anymore, either. She was at least a foot taller, with long skinny arms and legs, smiling broadly with ruddy cheeks and sparkling blue eyes and shiny blonde hair cut in a smart little bob around her stunningly beautiful face. I have to admit, I was smitten, even before she wrapped her arms around me in a big welcoming embrace and I realized, as I hugged her back, that she was wearing a bra. WTF, my little kid cousin Ronnie is wearing a bra?!? Exactly why she needed the bra quickly became obvious enough, because as we hugged, she pressed her lithe little body tight up against me and I could feel two firm bumps provocatively poking me just below my rib cage. I could swear she was doing it on purpose, like she wanted to make sure I noticed. And notice, I most certainly did. I wondered if she noticed, too, what those little tits were doing to me. Hard to imagine that she didn't. I was feeling a bit awkward around my kid cousin after this. We'd always been so comfortable with each other before, like I said, practically brother and sister. But now I could hardly even bring myself to look at her. I mean, I knew there really wasn't anything wrong with a guy getting a bit aroused at the realization that his cousin wasn't just a little girl anymore. But what embarrassed me was how smitten I was. Like, seriously, do I have a crush on my cousin? Luckily, Ronnie didn't seem to have similar feelings. When we were watching a movie later that night, she snuggled right up and leaned her head on my shoulder. Then she set her hand on my leg. So I did the same to her, but in the most innocent, big-brother way I could. At the end of the movie, she gave me a good night kiss. This wasn't anything new, she'd always given me a peck on the cheek good night, but this time, it wasn't on the cheek. It was right square on the lips. I'm not sure if it was her doing, or mine. I might have turned my head a little when she was aiming for my cheek? But whatever, it was a kiss, right on the lips. Quick, not exactly romantic, but it sent my heart flying anyway. The next morning, while the grownups were making breakfast and discussing their plans for the evening--something exceedingly boring, like the opera, which I had begged out of two months earlier when they were buying the tickets, I asked my parents if I could use the car. "I'm thinking about going to climb 'The Rock,'" I explained. The Rock is a craggy hilltop in a park just outside of the town where my aunt and uncle lived. "Oh, that's an excellent idea," my mom said as she chopped some zucchini to put into the quiche the grownups were making. "You can take Veronica, too!" I think my mom was worried that I would be neglectful of my kid cousin, now that I was seventeen. She'd mentioned something along these lines in the car ride the day before, and I'd grunted a reply, since at the time I wasn't sure how much Ronnie and I would actually have in common anymore. But now I was finding that I liked the idea of getting out of the house and away from the grownups with my cousin quite a lot. I did try to hide my enthusiasm for the idea a bit, though. I suppose I was still feeling awkward? "I guess, sure, if she wants to come." "If you want to borrow the car," my mom said in her usual scolding tone, not looking up from the cutting board, "you need to be a good cousin and spend some time with Veronica." "Okay, Mom," I said in my usual teenage boy dismissive tone, not looking up from my phone. "Whatever." When Ronnie came downstairs a few minutes later, it was my mom who proposed that she tag along with me. "Veronica," she said, the quiche now baking in the oven, "Evan is planning to go climb 'The Rock' today. Would you like to go with him?" "Oh, yes!" she practically shouted in reply. "Yes!" My mom beamed triumphantly over at me. "Excellent. It's a plan then!" Ronnie and I left shortly after breakfast, which I barely touched--I'm not a quiche fan, and I hate zucchini. It was a beautiful sunny morning and as we pulled out and started down the road, Ronnie rolled down the window and the wind whipped her golden hair around her smiling face and I was just looking at her with smitten admiration. I couldn't help but reach a hand out and set it on her knee, which I always liked to do in the car with my girlfriends back home. Although, this time, I did try to make it seem a bit more "brotherly" than "boyfriendly." Regardless, Ronnie's smile got even bigger and she set her hand right on top of mine. First stop on our little outing was the coffee shop, for some supplemental breakfast. Ronnie and me sat at a little table sharing a donut, and she was pulling up funny things on her phone to show me. We leaned in close together to look at her phone, our heads touching, and under the table, our knees touched as well. I slipped a hand down and onto her knee, and she, blushing and giggling at whatever she had up on her phone, did the same to me. When we left the coffee shop, I reached over and took her hand, and we held hands, both of us smiling big, as we walked back to the car. I felt like this day was going swimmingly good! The parking lot at "The Rock" was already half-full, which was disappointing. I was hoping we might find a little privacy. So instead, I kept driving to the supplemental lot, where we were the only people around. Once I had the car in park, I turned to look at her, and she turned to look at me, and I kind of reach my hand to her shoulder and leaned towards her. I guess she knew what I was aiming for, because she leaned towards me, too, and in a heartbeat, we were kissing. At first, it wasn't much more than a friendly peck on the lips, like our goodnight kiss the night before. A peck, and then lifting our heads away and smiling. But I wanted more, you know? So I leaned back in and game her another kiss, and then another, and eventually, our lips stayed together and our tongues ventured out, and this wasn't a friendly brother-and-sister good night kiss sort of kiss anymore. This was an "I want to taste you forever" sort of kiss. Shortly, our hands started joining in, touching each other's arms and backs, and the more we kissed, the handsier we got. This was "I want to touch every part of you" sort of touching. My hands settled on her breasts, and one of hers slid slowly down my belly until it was on my cock, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through my pants. We kissed, there in the car, and learned about each other's bodies, until I realized that we were no longer alone. The parking lot was filling with cars, and one couple, as they walked by, two little kids in tow, were staring right at us through the window. I sat back in response to their glares, and Ronnie realized what was happening and giggled embarrassedly. We straightened out our clothes and waited a minute or two, and got out of the car. The climb up the hill to "The Rock" was perfectly enjoyable, but it was crowded, and all I wanted to do at this point was find somewhere private where I could be alone with my kid cousin again. As it was, I barely felt comfortable just holding her hand, although I figured we could get away with that if we played like we were brother and sister, which seemed to work. Ronnie looked particularly beautiful when we made it to the summit, the wind blowing her shining blond hair dry of the sweat that we'd acquired on the climb. Yes, folks, I was crushing, hard! On the way back down, I ventured off the beaten path in search of that elusive private spot, and eventually we found a little outcropping of rock. The moment that we sat down, it was clear that we were both of the same mindset--our lips were instantly locked, and our hands were busy once again. But, it wasn't more than a minute or two before some other wayward hikers interrupted our game. We feigned innocence and waited for them to pass, then went right back to where we were before. Ronnie's hands were maybe a little more hesitant now, out in public; she wasn't exploring my cock now. But my hands were, if anything, even more aggressive, one fondling a breast, the other petting down between her legs. Then, inevitably, another group of hikers happened upon us. I was perfectly willing to just keep on making out with her, but Ronnie had more wits than me, and she broke our kiss and took my hand by the wrist, down between her legs, and pulled it away. I must have given her the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes a boy of seventeen could muster, because she giggled as she stood up. "You have to wait!" she said, and took off running down the path. I chased after her. "Wait?" I said as I caught up to her. "When?" I was such an anxious horny bastard! "We can watch a movie tonight!" she said. "You'll just have to wait until then!" That made me happy enough, that's for sure, and I took her hand and we walked back to the car. I was awfully damned impatient for the grownups to finally leave for their stupid opera that night. Why do operas start so damned late? And, frustratingly, rather than eat out, the grownups decided to make a fancy dinner at home, the stupid fuckers. Were they not aware that I all I wanted to do was to get my hands all over my kid cousin again? I guess they weren't aware of this, which is a good thing of course! Ronnie and I started the movie before they'd even finished cleaning up, but the second after our moms came down to say goodbye and goodnight, we went right to work, our hands down between each other's legs, our lips locked in a forget-all-about-this-stupid-movie kiss. It wasn't more than a minute or two later that I started unbuttoning my pants, and Ronnie joined in to help, and I pulled them down and kicked them off. Ronnie had a big smile as she wrapped her cool fingers around my erection and started rubbing. "What about you?" I said as my fingers fumbled at the buttons of her pants. "Let's get your pants off, too!" Ronnie grinned and sat up on her knees next to me on the couch. She unbuttoned her pants and shimmied them down, along with her panties. "I have a little bit of hair," she said, putting her hands on the sides of her crotch to show me, once her pants were at her ankles. "Not as much as you! But a little bit." If there was, in fact, any hair, I couldn't see it from where I was sitting. Ronnie's pussy was the sweetest palest white you could ever imagine. But, if her pubic hair was as blond as the rest of her, it makes sense that I couldn't see it. So of course, I had to feel it, and I reached out and started petting her bare little pussy. She quickly pulled her pants off of her feet and sat down next to me, spreading her legs to give me access and reaching over to stroke my cock again. And now, the "kissing cousins" weren't just kissing anymore. We were masturbating cousins now, stroking and petting each other into mutual bliss. My middle finger was getting sticky wet, a feeling I knew well from the girls back home, and her little clit, which had hitherto been hidden from my view, was now provocatively stiff and a deep reddish pink, and her beautiful blue eyes had a glassy look about them, and she was breathing hard and making little gasping moans, and she was gripping tightly to my cock like she would never, ever, let it go. Sensing the initiative, I turned, swiveling my hips to face her, and she immediately responded in kind, turning to face me, and now our sex parts were mere inches apart. I reached up and grabbed her shirt and pulled it off over her head, and she answered this by reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, while I pulled my own shirt off. Now, I'm a tit man, my friends. I've always judged a girl's rack by its size alone. I wouldn't say that all the girls I dated back home were stacked like Playboy bunnies, but let's just say that some of them were, and if they let me get my hands on their tits, they were definitely getting asked out on another date. But Ronnie's, well, they were so tiny that they were little more than puffy nipples, although I knew from having felt them several times by now that there was at least a little bit of firm young flesh underneath them. Nevertheless, let's just say I wasn't predisposed to find Ronnie's little boobies very sexy. And yet, I swear to god, they were the sexiest damned titties I'd ever seen. My lust, at the sight of them, was quite thoroughly overwhelming. I suppose, if I'd been thinking about it, I would have realized long before now that I could have sex with my kid cousin that night if I wanted to. But honestly, the thought hadn't entered my head. Up until this moment, I was just enjoying touching her, and having her touch me. But, without even thinking about it, I reached down to my cock, which Ronnie was still gripping tight, and pushed it down, and moved my hips forward, and my head made contact with her sex. At this point, I had no idea what more to do. I suppose I just thought it would just slide right it? But when it didn't, I guess I figured she was too small for me to fit. And I was just fine with that, except for a now-overpowering need to cum, so I wrapped my hand around hers and together we started jacking me nice and hard. But Ronnie, sweet little ten-year-old Ronnie, she had other ideas. She reached her other hand down and spread her lips, and now I felt the warmth, the sticky wet warmth of pussy on the tip of my cockhead, for the first time in my life. Instinct was taking over now, and I started rocking my hips, and she joined me, rocking her hips, too, with a bit more forward determination than I was showing, and still holding her pussy open. Still, things were not progressing quite like a guy might hope, and no matter how hard I tried to push into her, the result was just a bowed cock and a giggling girl. "I... I guess it doesn't fit," I said, panting with disappointment and excitement. Ronnie giggled. "I don't think you're in the right spot." "I'm... I don't know..." I was feeling fully embarrassed now. I should be the experienced one in this relationship, but now I was acting like a virgin fool. Ronnie sat back a bit, and spread her lips open wide, and looked down. Satisfied with her own understanding of her anatomy now, she moved back towards me, gripped my cock again, and still holding her pussy lips open, pushed my head down further. I instantly started rutting my hips with forward determination, and she joined with counter-thrusts, and I could feel my head burrowing in. We were breathing so hard now that I could swear we were both going to die of hyperventilation. Then Ronnie looked up at me with a great big smile on her face. "We're having sex!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. All I could do was nod. Now that I was lodged in her a bit, Ronnie was able to let go of my shaft and lay back onto the couch, spreading her legs wide with me awkwardly sitting in between them. I fumbled inexpertly in an attempt to crawl on top of her while still excitedly rocking my hips like some sex-crazed animal in heat, which I suppose is an adequate description of me at that particular moment. The result of my efforts was terribly disappointing; my cock slipped out of Ronnie's little puss, and a few anxious searching forward thrusts resulted in my head only bumping against her but not finding its heavenly mark. But Ronnie, sweet little Ronnie, just reached down with both hands, one spreading her lips again, the other grabbing my cock and helping him in. The angle must have been a lot better now, or her hymen was gone, or she was sufficiently lubricated, or all of the above, because one solid forward thrust of my hips caused my cock to drive in deep, my head now buried three inches inside her. My eyes went wide, and hers did, too, although the smile was gone from her face. Maybe it hurt. Probably it did. But whether or not it was hurting her was the furthest thought from my mind at this particular moment, and as I lay down on her fully, I lifted my hips, and slammed them forward, and I was all the way in. Balls deep inside my kid cousin's cunt. The next--I don't know how long, two minutes? Five minutes? Fifteen seconds? were a complete blur, nothing but my hips slamming forward repeatedly, driving my cock in like my life depended on it. My sweet Ronnie was mostly an afterthought for these few minutes; all she was, right then, was a pussy for me to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was the most wonderful, invigorating feeling I could ever imagine, just laying on top of a girl and using her like she was... well, I guess, like she was my whore. As my cock burned with the heat of our sex, and my balls slapped stickily against her ass, I felt my cum begin to boil. There wasn't a thought in my head of stopping, or pulling out. My little fuck toy cousin was going to get my full load tonight. There wasn't anything she could do about it, that's for sure, even if she wanted to, with the full weight of my much larger body lying on top of her. It was the most amazing orgasm I could ever have even conceived of, explosions that sent stars dancing in front of my eyes, rivers of cum emptying out of me. I swear to god I must have fired ten shots, each one deep inside her. Then I just lay on top of her, impaling her fully, catching my breath. We snuggled wordlessly afterwards, both of us still naked, her head leaning against my shoulder again. I felt strange--completely happy and satisfied, and yet at the same time worried and guilty. I'd just used a kid, a ten year old girl, a girl I loved dearly, for my base sexual pleasure, and I'd surely hurt her in the process. I was worried about her, and wanted to make sure she was okay, but I couldn't form the words. Ronnie was, in fact, the first one to speak. "I've never seen your penis small," she said, after a bit. I saw her looking down with a little smile at my now-flaccid cock. "No?" "No, you always had a boner when I saw it before." She reached down and lifted my limp, still-sex sticky shaft and gave it a little shake. She giggled. "It's cute." "Um... thanks...?" She giggled some more and slid her hand down to my balls. "It seemed like you squirted a lot," she said. "I'm very... sloppy." "Yeah... sorry..." "It's okay." She moved her hand back up and wrapped her cool fingers around my shaft, giving me a few gentle tugs. My cock began to wake up again. "You're getting a boner again?" "Yeah..." "Do you want to squirt more?" "I'd love to do it again!" I said, all excited. "I can... I can try to be gentler..." "I'm pretty sore." "Oh... sorry..." "It's okay." "I could... I could kiss you down there," I suggested. She smiled up at me. "Maybe tomorrow? I'm pretty messy right now." I nodded. "But..." she said softly, "I could kiss you... down there." I nodded again. She smiled, then leaned down, and kissed the head of my rapidly thickening cock. "Tell me what to do," she whispered. I could barely talk, but at least this was an area where I had a bit of pre-existing experience. "Take..." I stammered, "take my head in your mouth, and jack me." I just leaned back on the couch while my naked little ten year old kid cousin Ronnie sweetly sucked and beat my cock. After a bit, she pulled off. "Sorry," she said, looking up at me. "My jaw is sore." "That's okay." I reached down and started jacking myself, and she turned her head back and watched, occasionally licking the tip of my head. Soon I was panting, and Ronnie seemed to know exactly what this meant, and what she should do about it, and she opened her mouth and took my head into her. The warmth, the sweet comforting wetness of her mouth, instantly brought me over the edge and I came. I don't know how much I came, it didn't seem like very much, but I was a seventeen year old boy so it may have been quite a lot I suppose. At any rate, Ronnie coughed a couple times as I came and most of it spilled out, or maybe just hit her on the face. I couldn't tell from my vantage point. But, she had a big grin when she looked up at me and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. I had every intention of making good on my promise to kiss Ronnie "down there" the next day. Damn right I did! But those damned grownups were an omnipresent obstacle. I plotted all day to find some time to be alone with her, but alas! All I could do was whisper to her when she gave me a goodnight kiss--on the cheek this time, since the grownups were drinking wine not far away around the kitchen island. "I owe you something." "You do?" she whispered back, like she didn't remember. I looked surreptitiously out the corner of my eye to make sure the grownups weren't paying attention, then pointed down between her legs and whispered, "A kiss." "Oh!" she whispered back, grinning sweetly and blushing. "Right!" "Can I come to your room, after everyone's in bed?" She nodded with enthusiasm. "Good night, Ronnie," I said louder, for the grownups to hear. "Sleep well!" "Good night Evan! You too!" "You and Ronnie seem to be getting along well," my mom said, as I sat down at the island with the grownups and my Uncle Mac poured me a glass of the wine. Uncle Mac has no problem with kids having a glass of wine. I liked that about him. "Yeah," I answered. Typical cryptic non-communicative teenager. "Well, good!" my mom said, and then returned to the boring conversation the grownups were having about politics or the theater or whatever. It was ages before the grownups finally called it a night. It must have been two more hours. I went to bed myself, then texted Ronnie. You still up? Yep Okay, I'm just going to wait a few more minutes. OK A couple minutes later, I texted her again. On my way! Yay! I was already hard as I tiptoed down the hall. My intention was only to kiss her pussy, because she'd earned it, to be sure, but also because I absolutely love kissing pussy. The few times that I'd actually done it by then were heaven on Earth material. But, I couldn't help hoping that she might let me fuck her again. I wasn't going to push it--she was probably still too sore, but maybe not? Or maybe, I thought (hoped!), maybe she'll give me a blow job again? Her room was dark when I opened the door, but I could see her, dimly, laying on the bed. Quietly, I climbed on top of her and kissed her on the lips, then moved down, kissing her neck, then her tiny breasts through her nightgown, then down her belly. As I pulled her panties off, she spread her legs, and I leaned in and kissed her sex. I don't know how long I spent down there, but no matter how long it was, it wasn't long enough. Ronnie tasted like some sort of heavenly candy, sweet and salty, sharp and tart. And I knew now that she did have a little bit of hair, like she had claimed--little light-blond curls tickled my nose as I rooted my tongue into her. I suppose I wasn't very good at the art back then, but what I lacked in talent, I more than made up for in enthusiasm; but more importantly, unlike the girls I'd gone down on up to this point in my life, Ronnie was a open book. Whenever I'd do something she liked, she'd lift her ass off the bed and her legs would start shaking. This sort of honest straightforward feedback is invaluable to a kid of seventeen and it allowed me to tailor my activities to those most likely to cause this delightful reaction in my little cousin. It worked out well for Ronnie, I have to say, who shuttered through several smallish mini-orgasms before building to a eventual climax that left my cheeks coated in girlcum and a giant smile plastered on both of our faces. I was awfully turned on at this point, so while Ronnie lay there, glassy-eyed and smiling dreamily, legs still spread wide, I sat up, yanked my pants down, and started masturbating. In response, she sat up, too, and reached out to join in. And then, after rubbing my cock for a little bit, my sweet little kid cousin climbed on my lap. She lifted herself up on her knees and reached down, spreading her pussy lips. I knew what this was all about now, so I was able to direct my cockhead to her proffered opening, and Ronnie sat down, and I groaned as I found heaven again. "Shhhh!" Ronnie admonished me, with a finger in front of her mouth. She sat up on her knees, then down, and started riding. I tried to be quiet, I swear to god, but how could I? I lay back and grunted with each of her downward thrusts as she rode my pole. "Shhhh!" she admonished again, then reached her hand out and covered my mouth. And that's how ten year old Ronnie fucked me that night: hips pumping up and down, hand covering my mouth, a glassy-eyed smile on her face. Eventually I was squirming and panting through her hand, trying to catch my breath. "Are you gonna squirt?" she whispered, smiling deviously. I nodded, looking up at her wide-eyed. Her face erupted in a huge grin and she leaned over, removed her hand from my mouth, and planted her lips right on my mouth. Ever since then, I've just loved kissing the girl while I cum, and I learned the wonder of it from my kid cousin Ronnie. And cum, I did, for sure. Gallons, I swear to god. Thankfully my moans were muted by our kiss. Ronnie stayed on top of me, still kissing me, for a bit, before she climbed off and lay down. She had her legs spread open and I could see a glob of my cum oozing out of her. Damn, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, Little Ronnie Creampie, lying there, leaking cum. It made me hard again. Ah, the glory of seventeen! She noticed that my cock was happily erect again. Grinning, she looked up at me, and whispered, "I'm not as sore this time." "That's good," I whispered back. Then, "So, you think we could do it again?" She smiled and blushed and nodded. "If you promise to be quiet." I nodded back, vigorously. She didn't need to spread her pussy for me now. I slid right in. The sex lasted for much longer this time, longer than Ronnie probably wanted. But this was my first experience with such a sloppy cunt, and it's a completely different experience. When a girl is this wet, and used and distended, you've got yourself the perfect fuck toy, and it's really easy to just set a pace that primes your balls but never gets you over the edge. I fucked little Ronnie like that for an eternity, once again not thinking about her much at all, just using her like a sex doll. It wasn't until things started getting dry inside her, or at least least less sloppy, and the friction was causing my cock to get a little chafed, that I finally started going gangbusters inside her. And it was another exquisite orgasm, that's for damned sure. Ronnie was my little cum-taker, twice that night. My family's little visit was quickly coming to a close now; the next night was our last. Thankfully, the parents decided to go out for a nightcap, and I had that exquisite experience of being a man who knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was going to get pussy again that night. Probably more than once. Ronnie was playful all day. Silly, even. It was a good reminder for me that she really was just a kid. We went to a waterpark, then to to coffee shop again, where she forced me to watch cute kitten and puppy videos on her phone while she cooed and giggled. Back at her house, I suggested a squirt gun fight, for old time's sake, which Ronnie agreed to wholeheartedly, and the two of us played in the yard, me in my swimming trunks, her in a tiny bright blue bikini. Afterwards we sat in the hot tub, swimsuits on, I'm afraid, since the grownups were grilling dinner on the deck. But Uncle Mac brought me a beer, and Ronnie took a few healthy swallows when the olds weren't looking. Eventually the damned parents went out for their "nightcap," and Ronnie and me made a beeline back to the hot tub. It was dark by now, and we sat close together, kissing in the warm swirling water, hands wandering once again. Swimming trunks and bikini bottoms fell off, and hands stopped wandering and started stroking and rubbing. When Ronnie climbed onto my lap again, I felt a little exposed--the neighbors could be watching us from their second floor windows, after all. So I suggested we should get out, dry off, and head up to her bedroom, a suggestion that made her giggle. "I know what you want to do!" she said. "Oh yeah? What?" "You want to put your thingie in my thingie!" "You're silly!" "It's what you always want to do!" "It is fun, don't you think?" "No!" she shrieked, shrinking back in the hot tub and feigning horror. "Your thingie's too big! It doesn't fit in my thingie!" "I think it fits quite nice." "I think you just want to do dirty things to me and make me preggy!" "You're too young to get pregnant," I replied. She sat back, pouting. "Am not. I have hair on my thingie. And boobies." "Oh? You have boobies? Let me see!" She pouted some more. "You are so horny! Fine." And she pulled off her bikini top. "See?" she said, pointing at her little breasts. "Boobies!" She stood up, buck naked now, and pointed at her pussy. "And hair! You just want to make me preggy!" I was smiling, admiring her in the dim darkness. "No, I just think you're really sexy." She grinned, but then frowned, remembering that she was supposed to be acting pouty. "Okay, fine. You can put your thingie in me and make me preggy." She climbed out of the hot tub, buck naked, just like when she was five. I, however, pulled my swim trunks on before I climbed out. Naked still, Ronnie scampered up the stairs to her room. I followed quickly behind her, stumbling as I pulled my shorts back down. When I got to her room, she was already on her knees on her bed. "I have an idea!" she said excitedly. "Yeah? What?" "We can do it doggy!" "Doggy?!?" "Yeah! They always do it doggy in porn, right? It looks so naughty!" She turned, so that her cute little skinny ass was facing me, then turned her head back and grinned at me. As I climbed on the bed, she dropped down to her hands and knees, spreading her legs as she did. "Are you gonna put your big thing in my naughty doggy parts?" she asked me, watching over her shoulder as I positioned myself behind her. "Yes!" She reached up under and spread her pussy lips open. The sight of the glistening pink flesh inside her thrilled me, and I pushed my cockhead in, overwhelmed with desire at the feeling of her warm lubrication. "Oooh," she moaned as I entered her. "It's too big, Daddy! It won't fit!" "Daddy??" She looked back at me, grinning. "Are you going to make me preggies tonight Daddy?" I grabbed her hips and shoved my hips forward, and my cock buried into her, balls deep again, the entire length of me squeezed tight by her hot little cunt. She dropped down to her elbows and buried her face into the bed. "Oh, god," she let out a muffled moan. I fucked my kid cousin hard that night. I have to admit, I was beginning to really like fucking her hard. I just gripped tightly to her ass and slammed my hips forward repeatedly, my cockhead driving into the depths, my balls slapping against her. Good god I could do this forever, it's the greatest thing on Earth. I still feel that way about doggy, but jesus my first time was beyond spectacular. Ronnie was moaning throughout, little gasps of barely-audible words that I sometimes thought sounded like, "Too... rough...! Slow... down...!" It's not that I outright ignored what she was saying. I definitely didn't want to ignore her. But, I suppose I can fall back on the excuse that I was just a kid, and I didn't know how to treat a woman yet. Or maybe I'm just a right bastard after all, I have had a couple ladies tell me that. Whatever, regardless, her little quietly-moaned protestations did not have their desired effect (assuming, mind, that the desired effect actually was to get me to be less rough). Those little moans just made me want to fuck her all the harder. Soon enough, I was fully primed and my balls were boiling with primal need. I suppose I was grunting or groaning or something, because little Ronnie seemed to sense that the end was near. "Are... you... gonna... squirt your stuff?!?" She muffle-moaned into the bedsheets. The question was accompanied by her reaching up to our commingled "thingies,” fingers grasping at her clit and rubbing hard while my balls thumped against them. "Yes!" I shouted my reply, still holding tight to her skinny ass and impaling her repeatedly with reckless abandoned. "Evan!" she muffle-shouted, "You'll... make me pregnant!" "Damn right I will!" I shouted. "You... wanna... make your little cousin preggy!" "Damn... right... I... do!" With each word, I slammed as deep as I could into her, my cockhead ramming into the soft mucusy flesh of the furthest depths of her vagina, and as I shouted the last word, I held myself there, all the way inside her, my balls hard up against her hand as her finger worked furiously on her clit. A second passed, although it seemed like an eternity to me, like an entire lifetime, as I felt my cum gloriously fill my innards and then an instant later exploded, firing into her deepest place. I stayed there, holding her in place and impaling her, for the next shot, and the next, and the next. She was shaking and moaning, cumming with me. As my orgasm passed its peak, I went back to rocking my hips, spurting more shots of cum with each forward thrust. When I pulled out, Ronnie collapsed onto the bed and rolled over, smiling up at me, her face bright red, her hair matted, her legs spread wide and her pussy just as red and inflamed as her face. My cock didn't even soften (ah to be seventeen again!); he was already roaring for round two. So l just climbed on top of my little cousin, ruddy face and matted hair and all, mounted her, and started rutting a second time. Whether or not the girl appreciated being fucked a second time so shortly after the first, I don't know, but she voiced no objection and just lay there rather passively, legs wide, hands on my shoulders but not trying to push me away, while I did my deed. I stayed in her, and on her, after I came, but she interrupted my bliss by saying, "I'm worried that the grownups will get home soon." "Yeah," I said, finally climbing off of her. "I wish I could stay here all night." "Yeah..." she said wistfully. Then she grinned. "We should get married!" "That'd be sweet! Then I could sleep with you every night!" She grinned. "You just want to have lots of sex!" "Maybe!" "You'd have sex with me nonstop if you could!" "Maybe not nonstop," I said, pointing at my non-small penis as I stood up. "He needs a little time to recuperate." She stood up and grabbed a nightgown from her dresser. "What about me? You're so rough when you do it, you leave me all sore!" "I'm sorry..." "So if we were married, how many times a night would we do it?" "I don't know. Four? Five?" She grinned big. "When would we sleep?!?" "In between times! Like right now, we can both go to sleep, and then in the middle of the night when the grownups are asleep, I can come back!" "You're crazy!" I gave her my most puppy-dog eyes. "Come on, please? One more time? We're leaving in the morning!" She grinned. "Maybe. But only if you're gentle. I'm really sore! And if you make me pregnant you have to promise to marry me!" "I promise!" The alarm on my phone went off at two in the morning. Ronnie was sound asleep when I went into her room, and I felt a little guilty about the fact that I had no intention of letting her sleep. Instead, I lay down next to her and kissed her on the cheek. She opened her eyes, just a little bit, and smiled at me. "You came back!" she whispered, turning and putting her arms around me and kissing me on the lips. We kissed for quite a while, my hands all over her. "I'm really sleepy," she said, when I started pulling her panties down. "That's okay, I'll be quick." "Okay. And gentle?" "Yes, and gentle!" I whispered as I pulled her panties off her feet and pulled down my shorts. She opened her legs, and reached down and spread her pussy, and I found her opening easily. I was getting better at this shit now! But she was dry, a new experience for me, and it took a little while for me to get inside her fully. But eventually she was wet enough, and I was able to lay down on her and rock my hips and slide my cock in and out. I was gentle. And she was sleepy, her eyes fluttering, sometimes fully closed so that I wondered if she'd fallen asleep. She probably had! I finished in her, of course, then lay down next to her and we held each other and kissed. The next thing I remember, there was sunlight streaming in through her window, and the smell of bacon wafting up from downstairs. "Oh shit! I fell asleep!" Her eyes went wide. "Oh no!" I pulled on my shorts and peeked out the door to the hallway. "All clear!" I whispered back to her, then made my way down to the kitchen. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" my mom said, handing me a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?" "I did!" "Good! Oh, and here's the other sleepyhead," she said as Ronnie walked into the room, looking like the most adorable thing on Earth. That's the end of the tale, I'm afraid. Ronnie and I stayed close, but we didn't see each other in person again for years. She was sixteen the next time I saw her, just a couple months ago, and she is a stunning, ravishingly beautiful young woman. And yes, indeed, we did had sex again. But that's a whole nother story, for another time. I hope you enjoyed the tale of my first time! Peace out. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please consider leaving a comment at my erotic fiction web site, http://www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey.  Thanks!]

The Little Teddy Bear (story codes: Mg10, cosplay, teddy bear, uncle/niece, oral, first) ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============ "Hey, look at this, Megan!" I hollered from across the room. "What?" my niece asked, pulling her head out of an old trunk she was rummaging through and looking over at me. I held out up a dusty, thread-bare teddy bear. "It's Crackers! My old teddy bear from when I was a kid!" "Cool!" Megan answered, lifting herself up from the trunk. With only a few steps on her slender legs, she walked across the attic to where I was standing. As I watched her walk, my mind was flooded with thoughts of what an adorable girl she was. Still a small thing, still the girl that I had known so well for the last several years, she had nonetheless suddenly, surprisingly, became a long-limbed, large-footed filly, her body still young but perfectly poised to accept the explosion of hormones that were even now being unleashed within her, her ovaries flooding her with the magic of estrogen as she, still but ten years old, peered over the edge to eleven, to puberty, and to the promise of awakening adulthood beyond. She was at the ideal age in my mind, still a child in so many ways but at the same time wanting, even craving, to be thought of as mature by others, especially by the adults around her but even by her friends, and by herself. For a girl of this age, a girl like Megan, it is an almost imperceptible change in behavior that only her beloved uncle would notice; others close to her notice certain changes in behavior, and of course also the physical changes, not just the long limbs but also the budding breasts and, her uncle can only assume, the sprouting of little curls between her legs. But there is also new behavior that she shares only with her uncle; smiles and twinkling eyes full of understanding, or at least curiosity. And touches. Little touches. They'd been touching each other a lot lately. "Crackers is his name?" Megan said, delicate fingers grazing against mine as she took the old bear from me. "Yeah," I smiled, reminiscing about my distant childhood. "I named all my stuffies after food!" Megan giggled, so adorably, as she wrapped her arms around the bear and held him tight. "That's cute," she said, a barely-perceptible lisp, just a slight extra buzzing of the "th" in the word "that's," that was reflective of the fact that she had just gotten her braces put on a few weeks earlier and was still learning how to talk with them. "Can I keep him?" she asked, looking up at me with wide blue eyes, her little nose dotted with freckles. "Of course!" I answered. She held him out in front of her. "Crackers, you can be mine now, OK? You can sleep with me. Will you like that?" "Yes, I will!" I said in a muffled, high-pitched voice. Megan giggled, her eyes shining at me. "I love him," she said, as she set him down on a chair. "What else is in there?" She leaned over the plastic storage bin I was sifting through. "I don't know, I just started in on this one." She leaned over further, reaching into the tub, and pulled a stuffed alligator out. She gave it a hug. "Do you miss Grandma?" I asked her. I suspected the hugging of an alligator, even a stuffed one, might be indicative of some unexpressed sadness. She looked at me and nodded. "Me too." "She was the greatest grandma ever," the poor girl said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "She really was," I answered, and put my hand on her shoulder. She dropped the alligator back into the tub and turned to me and we wrapped our arms around each other, holding tight. Tears began to flow from my eyes as well. It'd been over a month now since my mother had died, and the hole that left in my heart was huge, but I knew it wasn't even remotely as big as the hole in Megan's heart. The two of them had been as close as you could ever imagine a grandmother and a granddaughter could be. My heart ached for the poor girl, and that in turn raised feelings within me, protective feelings that led me to want to hold her and comfort her. She broke away from our hug first, which was good because I was never going to voluntarily let go of her. She wiped her eyes and gave me a little smile. "I'm glad you wanted to go through this stuff up here with me," I said. "It would have been so hard to do it all alone." She nodded and gave that sweet smile again. "I think it's good. It makes me feel happy thoughts." She leaned over and picked up another stuffie, a turtle this time. "You are so mature! I'm so impressed with how mature you are. That is a very mature way to look at it." I knew that was just the sort of compliment she loved. Alas, she knew me well enough to know just what game I was playing, too. She threw the turtle at me, giggling. "I'm serious!" I said as I leaned over and picked up the projectile reptile. "It is very mature of you!" She was already scampering away across the pine floor of the attic as I launched the stuffed turtle back at her. She picked it up and ducked behind an old couch. When she peeked her head up to see what I was up to, she was greeted with a stuffed zebra at point-blank range. She dashed out from behind the couch and ran to the tub, which I had foolishly left unguarded in my zealous pursuit of the perfect stuffed animal fight moment. She scooped up an armful of stuffies and dashed back to her cover, pelting me with Beanie Babies as she went. I myself ran back to the stuffie tub and found that the little tart had nearly emptied it of animals. But something else caught my eye. "Cool!" I said, lifting an old Halloween costume out of the tub--Robin Hood, it appeared to be. "I remember this! I wore this when..." I was interrupted by another fusillade of stuffies raining on me from behind the couch. My little enemy peeked out from her hiding spot as I leaned back into the tub. "This thing is full of Halloween costumes!" I said. She peppered me with a few more stuffies, just for fun. A reminder, I suppose you might consider it, of how easily she can go from the surprisingly mature to the entirely childish. In a heartbeat, it seems. Then she came walking over to the tub again. "Wow," I said, pulling a Sleeping Beauty dress out of the box. "I can't believe Grandma saved all of these." Megan held the Sleeping Beauty dress up to herself--it was about half the size that she would need. "Were you Sleeping Beauty?" she asked me with a little grin. I laughed. "That would have been something to see!" "Oh look at this!" she hollered, diving into the tub and pulling out another costume. "It's Crackers!" I laughed out loud. "It is!" It was, in fact, a teddy bear costume, and while it didn't look especially like my old stuffed bear, it was the same golden-brown color at least. "I don't remember that costume, it must have been someone else's. Maybe even your mom's." "It's so cute!" she said, holding it up to herself. "I think it will fit me!" It clearly would not, the arms and legs were far too short, although she might just be able to squeeze into it. Before I could voice my opinion at all, she had kicked off her shoes and was pulling it on over her clothing. "Looks like it won't fit," I said, as she clearly could not pull it on over her jeans. "No, I think it will, just..." She pulled the costume back off, and in a heartbeat, had her jeans unbuttoned and then had dropped them to her feet. With not the least hint of bashfulness at all, she stepped out of her pants and started pulling the outfit on again. I stood mesmerized by the beautiful sight of her long skinny legs; this was of course hardly the first time I'd see her bare legs before, but every time I'd seen them I'd had the same physical reaction: heart suddenly beating faster, mouth going dry, uncomfortable swelling in my pants. I guess you could say I was a bit obsessed with the young girl's legs. The fact that today, here in this attic, they ended in a sweet little pair of pink panties with--oh my god is that Strawberry Shortcake on them?--only made matters worse. Mercifully, she had the little costume pulled up over Strawberry Shortcake quick enough. She had to shimmy a bit to get her little ass into the tight confines of the outfit, but it did actually fit her, just barely, around the waist. She started pulling it onto her arms as well but half-way into it realized that as with her pants, it wouldn't fit over her shirt, and she'd need to take it off. Again lacking all self-consciousness, she just pulled the shirt right off and slipped her arms back into the sleeves of the costume. For a brief moment, I had my first glimpse at the girl in nothing but a bra. She'd started wearing bras occasionally a year or so ago, but those were just thin cotton trainers for girls who really don't need bras, but want to try them out. Maybe they help a little bit if the girl has swelling nipples she wants to conceal, but as best I could tell, Megan really didn't need them at all back then. Now, though. it's a different story. I'd noticed over the last few months that her bras seemed to be taking on a certain shapeliness. I still wasn't convinced she actually needed to wear them, but she had at least graduated to something like a "cup," even if it was a very small cup, made even smaller by the fact that there was very little flesh at all to fill it up. She pulled the zipper up the front, but now the fact that the body of the suit wasn't quite big enough to fit her torso came into play. The neck of the costume barely fit over her shoulders, and she was having trouble zipping it up any higher than her breastbone. She looked up at me with an annoyed sort of expression, then down at the zipper, and we both realized that it'd gotten snagged on the top hem of one of the little cups of her bra. She pulled up and down on it, without success. "Here," I said, reaching out. "Can I help?" She stood there motionless while I yanked on the zipper a bit. "Boy, I don't know..." I said, but right then it dislodged and I pulled it down, accidentally unzipping it to her navel. The front of the costume opened, revealing her little bra cups again. She giggled. Then, leaving it unzipped, she pulled the hood of the costume on over her head. "How do I look?" she asked, little bear ears bobbing with her laughter.. "Like the most adorable snuggly teddy bear in the history of the world!" I said, in all honesty. "You want me to try to zip it up again?" I reached out to the zipper, but all I actually did was poke her in the belly. She giggled at the ticklish poke. "OK!" "Maybe we should take your bra off, though? So it doesn't get stuck again?" She smiled up at me, her thin lips such a rich, beautiful red, and her cheeks now crimson with blush. "OK," she said again, and pulled the hood off of her head and slinked her shoulders down so the costume fell off of them. After she freed her arms, she reached around her back and unhooked her bra. I had never seen her new little breasts before. In fact, I hadn't even seen her nipples in many years, since she was four or five. But today, up there in the old dusty attic of my mother's house, she just took her bra off right in front of me and let me look. Her nipples were swollen, tapering up until they ended an inch above her chest in a little dark red nub. Other than those proud pale nipples, crying out to be admired as visions of awakening womanhood, there was little else to constitute a breast. Maybe just the slightest fattening mound beginning to lift those adorable nipples higher into the air. As I stared, her face grew even redder, and she slipped the sleeves of the costume on her arms again. I didn't want to zip the costume up. I just wanted to stand there and stare at her baby breasts forever. But I knew I had to zip it up eventually, I'd told her I would. So I reached down and, poking her belly one more time, grabbed the zipper and started pulling it up. As the top tightened around her chest, it had the wonderful momentary effect of pressing her breasts together just slightly, which caused her little nipples to swell up even more. As the zipper closed the top around them and they began to disappear, I realized that this moment, this sudden extra swelling of those adorable baby nipples, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I realized my cock was rock-hard now. I couldn't pull the zipper up much further than it had been before when it had snagged on her bra, because the top of the costume just didn't fit her well enough. And so, even though her little breasts were covered, her upper chest was wonderfully bare. When I let go of the zipper as she lifted the teddy bear hood back into place on her head, I let my fingers trail up, just to have the chance to touch her soft, delicate skin. She looked up at me, red-faced and demure. "Am I a snuggly bear again?" "You are!" I said, and I could hear my voice waver and crack as I spoke. "Do you want to snuggle me?" she said, stepping backwards towards the couch. "Yes, please," I answered. I picked up my old teddy bear Crackers from the chair where Megan had set him down, and handed him to her, then sat down on the couch. She abruptly plopped herself on my lap, and I immediately knew that she could feel my cock, still rock-hard, through my jeans. Her eyes glimmered with pleasant surprise, and I felt her press her bottom harder against me, wanting to feel more. I lifted my hips a bit, pressing into her as well, and she leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. And we sat there, both of us quiet except for labored breath, each of us holding onto our teddy bears, as we gently pressed our bodies against each other, slowly rocking in a wonderful little faux copulation. I kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, and kissed me on my cheek. I set the tips of my fingers against the soft flesh of her bare upper chest, and her breath increased instantly as I touched her. With her mouth open, she leaned in and set her lips against my cheek and I could feel her warm, moist breath. Almost unconsciously I let my fingers slip down, and down, until they ventured under the fabric of the teddy bear costume and found a soft little swollen nipple to touch. And then we just sat there together, rocking together, my cock gently pressing into her bottom through my jeans and through the fabric of the costume, while I fondled her little nipples, her mesmerizing little soft and silken nipples. Now if I'd thought about it much, I would have realized a couple of things. First, the girl very clearly wanted to take this little summer tryst with her favorite uncle to the next level; I now know that she had a powerful desire to see my cock, to touch him, to experience him, to learn how to love him. And, second, she was just too nervous and inexperienced to act on those feelings. And although I myself was nearly overcome with a desire to take this to the next level as well, I was first and foremost her uncle, a man who cared deeply for her safety and well-being above all else. I wanted her, sexually. I would go as far as she would let me go. But it was of paramount importance to me that it proceed at her pace, not mine. This left us, these two new lovers, at something of a disappointing impasse, an impasse made even more disappointing by the sound of her mother's voice, she having apparently finished whatever chores she had gone that morning to do, hollering "Megan!" from the bottom of the attic stairs. Both of our eyes went wide and I pulled my hand quickly out of her top. She slid off my lap and tried to pull the zipper of the costume up into at least a modicum of a respectful position. But the zipper stuck again, snagged, perhaps, or maybe the girl was just too nervous to operate it correctly, but regardless, it was entirely unacceptable in its current position. No chance that Mom would be in the least bit fooled about what had been going on in the attic with her brother, known since he was twelve for his sexual obsessions, and her dear sweet innocent ten year old daughter. Thinking quickly--not a task I'm know for--I put my finger up to my mouth to indicate that she should be quiet, then pressed my hands together and leaned the side of my head against them and closed my eyes, to indicate that she should pretend to be asleep. She lay down immediately, holding Crackers tight against her bare chest. I pulled the hood off of her head, and quickly covered her with a sheet that was lying nearby, I walked as quietly as I could to the stairs and tiptoed halfway down. "Hi, Carrie," I said in a half-whisper. "Megan's asleep, actually." "Oh, the sweet little thing!" her mom responded in the same half-whisper. She walked quietly up the stairs and poked her head into the room, where she could see little Megan sound asleep on the couch. "Is that... is that Crackers she's hugging?" she asked as we walked together back down the stairs. "Yeah, we found him up here and she just grabbed him and climbed on the couch and snuggled with him and fell right asleep." "Oh, that's so sweet! Johnnie," her mom said, using her old nickname for me from when I was a kid, "thank you so much for hanging out with her. You're so important to her, and... she's just been... devastated, since Mom died." I nodded and was silent for a little while. "I'm happy to help, you know that. Megan means so much to me." "Can I ask you one more favor then bro?" "Of course!" "I still have a shitload of stuff I have to do today. I just was going to run her home right now and go back out again. Would you be able to run her home once she wakes up?" "Of course, Carrie. I'd love to." "Thanks Johnnie you're the greatest!" And with that she was down the rest of the stairs and shutting the door behind her. Back at the top of the stairs I saw Megan sit up, a big grin on her face. She'd already pulled the teddy bear hood back on her head. I set my finger up to my mouth again to make she she stayed quiet for a little while longer, just to make sure her mom had left. It looked like the zipper on the costume had fallen down a little bit more in the bustle, and one of her sweet puffy nipples was out for the world--or at least her horny uncle--to see. I walked over to the couch and she sat forward and reached out, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me. As she looked up at me with her big beautiful blue eyes, I felt her pressing her cheek against my cock. I had lost most of my erection when I was talking to her mom, but as I stood above her, realizing that she had put her face right there intentionally, so that she could feel my cock, I started to get hard again. And she just sat there with her cheek against my crotch, feeling me grow and stiffen for her. "Megan," I said quietly. "Would you... You wouldn't mind if..." I found I couldn't finish a sentence. I just stood there looking down on the little girl, my beautiful little niece, as she stared up at me a pressed her cheek against my now-rigid cock, and my heart was fluttering. So, unable to talk anymore, I gave up even trying. I just did what I had come to realize that both of us wanted. My pants fell to my ankles with a loud thud, the sound of my keys and wallet landing on the wooden floor. Megan had sat back slightly and was staring now at the rise in my boxers, then she leaned in and touched her cheek to it again. "You should... take my underwear off," I whispered. God I sounded nervous. She looked up at me with those big wide shining eyes and nodded. And she slipped my underwear down. At first the little ten year old just sat and stared, her eyes wide. Just stared right at my engorged cock. "Touch it," I said to her, setting my hands gently on the top of her head, on the hood of the teddy bear costume. Without saying a word or breaking her stare, she reached a delicate little finger up and made first contact with my head. My cock lurched at the soft, cool touch and I made a sound--maybe a giggle, maybe a groan? She took her hand away and looked up at me. "I'm... I'm sorry, did that hurt?" "Oh God no, Megan!" I moaned. "It felt... wonderful!" She smiled, then looked back down and lifted her hand again. Once more, I twitched and groaned at the touch, but she expected it now and knew it was a sign that she was giving me pleasure, which caused her to smile again. I could see her braces twinkling from behind her smile. And then she just left her finger there, right at the very tip of my cockhead, and stared, like she was trying to absorb everything about the wonderful new experience. "Touch it all over," I whispered, "my balls, everything." She let her finger move, sliding along the underside of my cock, gentle and curious, and down to my testicles. What an unbelievable experience, standing above this beautiful little girl in a teddy bear costume, one adorable ten year old breast exposed, her red face shining with awakening curiosity, as she carefully ran her finger over my ballsack. Exploring. Experiencing. Learning. Loving. "Will you kiss it?" I whispered. I was finally starting to get over my own stuttering nervousness. I was finally realizing that this was OK, that she wanted this and was willing and happy and maybe even as excited as I was by it all. She leaned in and put her lips on the tip of my cockhead. I groaned and she sat back, licking her lips. Only then did I notice a little drip of precum, clear and frothy, leaking from my opening. "That's precum," I told her. "Lick it up." She stuck her tongue out and licked the little dribble. "Do you like it? Do you like the way it tastes?" She retracted her tongue into her mouth and looked up at me with big wide eyes and nodded. "Will you open your mouth now, Megan? Will you let me put my cock inside?" Still looking up at me, she nodded, then dropped her jaw. As the tip of my head slid between her lips, I was instantly and forever in love with the sweet girl's little mouth. Warm and wet, I felt her soft tongue lick at my hole again, cleaning another dribble away. "Wider," I whispered. At this point only the very top of my cock was able to fit. "I need to get my whole head in." She opened, and holding her head with my hands I pushed in. It was a tight fit, to be sure, I could feel teeth, and her lips and her tongue locked around me in a loving suck. But I got it all in. First penetration. Little Megan had taken an important step on her journey from girl to womanhood. She had let a man inside her. I looked down at her. My little teddy bear. At the top of her head were two adorable round bear ears, golden brown and covered in a soft fleecey fur. The same fur covered her head, which I held onto now like a man in his rightful position: dominant, controlling, a gentle schoolmaster teaching his young pupil what she must do. From the round opening of the hood, her red-cheeked face appeared. What a wonderful, beautiful face! Big wide shinning blue eyes, a little freckled nose... But most endearing, for me right now, was how her mouth was open so wide, wider than you ever thought possible, and her lips were wrapped so tightly around the crown of my cockhead. A little teddy bear blowing her man. What a wonderful girl. Holding her firmly, but gently, in place, I pulled my cockhead back through her lips and the pushed in again. I could feel her teeth drag against my skin, but for some reason right then it didn't bother me, it was in fact amazingly erotic, a reminder of what a little inexperienced mouth I was fucking. Once I'd established a rhythm--back, and in, back, and in--and she'd gotten somewhat used to it, I took my hands off of her head and reached down to her little hands. At first, we just held hands while I fucked her face, a sweet, romantic pose, lovers holding hands and making love. After a little while, I lifted her hands up further, leaving one to cradle my ballsack and showing her how to wrap the other around my shaft, holding her hand and teaching her how to stroke, her delicate little fingers so soft and cool. And then, there we were, uncle and niece, teacher and student, man and girl, copulating in her mouth. As I stared down on her from above, watching her trying so hard to please a man; as I continued to slide my cockhead in and out of her mouth while she gently stroked my shaft, I felt my nethers begin to boil. Fuck! I'm fucking coming! "Megan," I said in a hiss, "I'm, I'm gonna come!" She looked up at me with her big shining eyes, full of curiosity and expectation. "You gotta, you gotta catch it all!!! Don't want any on the teddy costume!" Her eyes got even wider, just as my knees started shaking and I felt a thick stream of cum start firing down my shaft. I grabbed her head to hold her in place and the first shot fired out, pure and utter sexual release, filling the poor girl's mouth. She took it, eyes even wider, and when I reared back and shoved in again, she took the second shot as well. Her dear little mouth was full now, and she cupped her hands under her chin to catch the excess of the remaining shots as my cum overflowed her lips. Once I had finished, my cock still twitching in the merry aftermath of a spectacular orgasm, I pulled out. She looked up at me, her mouth filled with half my load, her cupped hands holding the other half. I didn't even need to tell the little sweetie to swallow. She just did it all on her own initiative, a big gulp, drinking down everything in her mouth. She looked down after she'd licked her lips and swallowed a couple of times. "So this is what your sperm looks like?" "It is. Well, it's what my semen looks like." She nodded. "I couldn't catch it all in my mouth. There was so much! I'm sorry." I lifted a finger and wiped a little off her chin, then held it in front of her. "It's OK sweetie! Don't be sorry!" She opened her mouth to let me put my finger in, and she sucked it clean. "I know girls are supposed to swallow it," she said, "that's what the boys at school all say. Do you want me to swallow this, too?" she asked, holding her cupped hands up to me. "Whatever you want to do, sweetie." She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the pool of cum, then pulled a little dollop of it into her mouth and swallowed. "I like it," she said, then took another lick. I groaned, and my cock twitched back to life again. Time for round two with this little tart! was the unmistakable message he was sending my brain. I felt like I owed it to him to keep this going for a while longer. "Sweetie," I said, "I want to make you feel good, too, just like you just made me feel good." "Wadda ya mean?" she asked, still licking. I reached out to her, taking her by the shoulders and gently lifting her off of the couch. "I want to kiss you. Kiss your pussy." Her eyes went wide and her face went red. "You do?" "I would love to. Let's take the costume off, OK?" "OK," she said very quietly. She helped me slip her arms out of the costume, the hood falling away as well and her little baby breasts naked for me again. As I pulled it down and off of her, I slipped my fingers into her panties and pulled them down as well. The legs of the costume were so tight that it wouldn't easily come off, and she had to lift a leg in the air and pull the costume off, giggling and putting her hand on my shoulder as she lost her balance. The other leg, and then she was naked. She lifted the costume and put the hood back on, so that she was still a little teddy bear even though she was naked, and then she just stood there in front of me, smiling broadly, her face red. I sat down on the couch in front of her, put my hands on her bare hips, and just stared for just a moment. Indeed, as I had thought, there were a handful of adorable little curls on her immature sex. My cock was rock hard again and I suddenly had a vision of him, buried inside her tiny cunt, pumping the little girl full of cum. And I realized that I wanted it. Today. I would to fuck the little thing, if she would let me, before the day was done. I pulled her towards me and leaned into her and took one of her little nipples into my mouth. I felt her breath increase as I suckled on the most wonderful, softest, sweetest little nipple I had ever known. As I suckled, I lifted my hand to her pussy and began to stroke her sex, just a gentle little petting. I could feel her warmth and wetness before a finger had even penetrated her, and my cock thickened yet more in excitement. Yes, he said. I want that wetness. Give it to me. I looked up at her bright red face. "You are the sexiest thing in the world." She gave me a big, wonderful, happy smile. "Climb up on the couch, above me," I told her. "Put your pussy in my face so I can kiss her." "Oh man," she said quietly, her voice wavering, and she climbed up onto the couch. I kissed her. Right on her sweet little chubby lips. I smelled her, thick and hot. Even though this was the sex of a girl, it had the wonderful, luxurious smell of womanhood. I knew then that her pussy was ready to be taken by a man. And as I smelled her, I tasted her, too, sweet and spicy, the candy liqueur of feminine sex. My tongue needed more, and he slipped out of my mouth all of his own accord, sloppily licking at her little slit. She moaned, and then she shook, as I licked her lips and sucked her clit. She had her hands on my head, fingernails digging into my scalp, and she began rocking. The little tart was fucking my face! And things were getting messy now. My chin and cheeks were soaking wet with pussy cum. "Oh my gosh," I heard her whisper loudly, hoarsely. "Oh my gosh!" Out-load this time. And as I held tightly to her ass, she began to shake, rocking, fucking, digging nails into my head. "OH MY GOD!!!!" She sat down on my lap, breathing hard, her legs straddling me and her face wet with sweat. Perhaps unintentionally, or perhaps not, as she reached behind her to grab the teddy bear costume that had fallen off while she coming, she pushed herself forward on my lap until my cock came into contact with her pubic mound. He pulsed at the feeling of her soft flesh. As she put the hood back into place, I reached down and began rubbing my cockhead against her sweet immature pussy lips. He slipped in between them. She looked at me, wide eyed. "Push down," I said quietly to her. "Let him inside." She repositioned herself, pulling her knees underneath her and sitting up slightly. And she pushed down. The sweet little tart pushed down. I held her by the hips as I simultaneously pushed up with my cock. And then we began making love, my head just barely inside the lips of her tiny vagina. Pussy cum was flowing out of her now and slowly her opening expanded, her hymen giving way, and I felt my cock slide deeper, two inches in. "Oh my baby," I whispered to her. She smiled at me. "You're in me!" "I am!" And then she rode me, gently, slowly, her hot wet lips just sliding tightly up and down on my head, enveloping him in a loving embrace, accepting him inside. Gradually she let him burrow in a little further as her little pussy opened, with some reluctance, deep inside her. I needed more. I hope you can understand. I let her ride me for five minutes like this, but I was overwhelmed by a desire to take her entirely, to violate her as deep as I possibly could. And I knew, it wasn't a conscious thought at all but I knew that she was ready for it. Little pussy was properly primed, hot and wet and open. And so I held her firmly by the waist and lifted her, and turned her. Perfectly compliant, and so light and small, she was like a doll in my strong hands. No... She was like a teddy bear! And set her carefully on her back on the couch, my cock never leaving her for a moment. And then I lay down on top of her and made her mine. Thick cock sliding up and down inside hot, slick lips, Balls swinging, slapping, smacking; Man setting a rugged pace, Little girl enduring, giving her body over to his needs, Pussy overflowing, coating everything in her love, Man grunting in his little teddy bear's ear. My sweet Megan looked up at me as I fucked her, her sweet beautiful face shining with the most adorable little smile, braces glittering so sweetly through her lips, eyes wide and merry and twinkling, as she lay beneath me and gave herself to me, as she let me have her. As she let her man have his way with her. Her hood was still on, the little teddy ears bouncing slightly to the rhythm of our love. I couldn't help but smile back at her, and as I did I felt my cockhead touch against the back of her vagina for the first time, as deep into her as I could be. Suddenly I felt a surge of something, a release of hormones, and I was overwhelmed by an amazing feeling. Love. "I love you, Megan," I whispered. She lifted her legs in the air and wrapped them around me, smiling broadly, and I lay down on her and wrapped my arms around her, and she wrapped hers around me, and we held each other. And right at that instant, I came. It was quite unexpected, I hadn't felt it starting at all, although in retrospect I now realize that the hormones I suddenly felt must have been the beginning of my orgasm. And so I suddenly came. I suddenly began shooting, exploding, filling the little girl full deep inside her. She had a huge shining smile on her bright-red face as I came, the freckles on her cheeks and nose lit up by the crimson glow of her skin. "I love you too, Uncle John!" she hollered out loud. In the afterglow, in the wonderful calm that settles so serenely on a couple after they have finished making love, we sat together and looked through photo albums full of pictures of my mother, her grandmother. Pictures from her childhood when she was just a little girl even younger than Megan is now, and pictures from when she was a mother with little baby me on her knee. And pictures from when she was a grandmother, holding a beautiful little swaddled newborn Megan, and at the beach with her as a toddler, and running a 5K together in the park last year, and eating snowcones at the carnival just a few months ago. Pictures of grandma with beautiful Megan doing all those wonderful things that grandmothers do with their granddaughters, which my poor dear niece would no longer experience. And while we wept, and laughed, holding each other tightly through our pain and sadness and through our giggles at fond memories, we both knew that it would be OK, because we were together, and whenever we were together we would remember her. And we knew it was OK to be sad together, and to be a happy together. And even to make love together. Everything would be OK. 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The Voyage of a Lifetime, Chapter Nine by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2019 Story codes: MF, Mg, romance, sci-fi Summary: A man finds love and meaning during a trip to Mars. A little light science fiction, but mostly romance and loli sex! ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============== "Now," Michael said, "what is it that you were going to tell us, Robin?" Robin had a serious look on her face, her eyes locking onto Michael's for a long several seconds, then flitting to the kids, then back to Michael's. "I have some exciting news..." she finally said. Pregnant pause... "Michael... kids..." She looked again from her husband to her children. "I'm... We're... I'm pregnant!" she squealed. "We're going to have a baby!" The sex that night was as good as it had ever been, for Michael at least. Something about knowing that the woman he was fucking was carrying his baby inspired him to new heights. Or, _depths_. Robin seemed to be as enthusiastic as her husband, and maybe even more so, not even waiting for the kids to fall asleep (or, at least, for Maggie to pretend she'd fallen asleep), nor caring at all whether their podmates could hear her through the thin walls of their sleeping quarters. Up on her hands and knees, her husband's strong warm hands aggressively gripping her ass, she groaned aloud, "Oh God Michael! Oh Daddy! Bathe our new baby in your cum!" After ten minutes of solid bed-thumping sex, she herself pulled away from him and sat up on her knees. She turned to face him, and grabbed him by the wrists. "On your back, mister!" "Oh really?" Michael answered. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" She twisted his wrists, and he let her, turning him onto the bed. In an instant, she was on him. In an instant she was sliding her slick pregnancy-enthused cunt down his cock. She held him down onto the bed by his wrists, locked almost painfully tight in her fingers, and began to ride him at a slow and deliberate pace, her eyes glassy and turning up into her sockets. Eventually, the initial passion of her sudden and newfound dominant aggression subsided somewhat, and she was looking down at her husband with something closely resembling focus. "So," she said, panting, sliding, "are you really excited about this? About the baby?" "God yes," Michael answered. "I can't even believe how lucky I am." "Lucky? It's all skill, mister! You're just so virile, my eggs never stood a chance against the torrent of sperm you keep shooting into me every night!" Michael could only groan in response, as his wife drove down hard on his cock, pulled up quick, drove down again. "You gonna give me more of that sperm, Daddy?" Michael grunted a guttural "Fuck!" and lifted his hips in response to her next downward thrust. But rather than give her husband the last couple hard pumps that would have opened the gates of orgasmic paradise for him, she pulled off completely. "Oh god," he moaned in unrequited urgency. Robin smiled, and kissed him, gripping his wrists even tighter. "Does Daddy need to cum?" "Oh god yesss!" Michael hissed. "Maybe Maggie can help you out with that," Robin said, leaning over him with her face right in front of him, grinning big. "Oh, Robin," he moaned. "Come on, get me off!" "Hold your horses, Mr. Impatient," she said. "First you have to tell me, has she sucked your cock yet?" "I don't kiss and tell," he groaned. "Look here, little boy," his wife hissed above him. "Do you want Mama's pussy? You wanna cum in my slutty cunt?" She leaned back, wiggled her ass until his cockhead felt the warmth of her slick lips. "Ugg... Yes!" "'Yes,' you want pussy? Or, 'yes,' she's sucked your cock?" "Both!" She pushed back, onto his cock. "Oh god," they both groaned in unison. Robin started rocking. "Was she... was she good? Did she swallow?" "I think... I think she... Oh fuck!" "Oh, Michael! Bathe our baby with your sweet semen!" "Oh god!" he groaned again. "I love you, Daddy! I'm so happy to be having your baby!" "Ooooh fuck!" Michael had what was definitely, without any doubt, the best orgasm of his entire life, pumping ten shots into his wife while she rocked up and down on his hips. They lay together in the afterglow. "So, you really are excited about this baby?" Robin asked him. "Oh, god absolutely. I never even dreamed... Robin, you've made me so happy. I can't believe how lucky I've been, and now this!" "Maggie seemed happy, too." "Yeah, she's excited as hell to be a big sister again. She's convinced that it'll be a girl." Robin laughed at that. "Sure, she's always wanted a little sister. I hope we don't disappoint! But Charlie... Do you think he's excited? I couldn't tell." Michael nodded thoughtfully. "He's a hard kid to read sometimes. Keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself." "Yeah," Robin agreed. "I think part of it might be that he's confused, and embarrassed. I'm not sure he totally understands the mechanics of it, you know? Jordon died before he was old enough to, you know, have the Dad-son talk about the 'birds and the bees.' And I was just too self-occupied after that." Michael nodded thoughtfully, and Robin continued. "Besides, I guess I'm not sure he's old enough, even now." "Yeah... I don't really think it's about him being old enough for it or not, is it?" Michael said. "It seems to me he's got a real-life lesson in human sexuality on his hands." "I suppose you're right. It's just so awkward. He'll be totally embarrassed, having his mom talking to him about penises." Michael might not be the sharpest tack in the box of office supplies, but he was able to take the hint on this one, and he grinned. "Luckily, the kid's got a dad again now. I suppose it's my fatherly duty." Robin snuggled up to him. "You're so sexy when you're being a daddy," she murmured, closing her eyes. He kissed his wife on the forehead. "And you're sexy when you're carrying my baby!" "So, Charlie..." Michael Dubane said to his new son, as they sat alone together in the family berth the next morning. "I was hoping to talk to you about what your mom told us yesterday--about how we're having a baby." Charlie looked at him blankly. "What do you think about it?" Charlie just shrugged his shoulders. Typically hyper-communicative Charlie! "Are you excited to have a little brother or sister?" Another shrug. Michael took a deep breath. "I was thinking..." he stammered. Of all the things that he'd imagined himself doing in his life, having a conversation with a seven year old boy about the birds and the bees had not even remotely entered his mind. He had no idea what would be the best way to approach the discussion. All he could do was just barrel ahead. "I was thinking I might talk to you a little bit about the process." Shit, "process?" It's like he's talking to one of his reports about configuring a network! "About, like, how it happens, and what's going to happen now." Charlie looked at him with an expression that dripped with dread, embarrassment, and not a small dose of resignation to his fate. He was probably expecting this was going to happen. Maybe he would have been more comfortable if it had been Robin rather than his new father? Michael took another deep breath. "So... about how it happens... You know how men, boys and men, like you and me--" He hoped that by personalizing it a bit, he might win Charlie over... "--have penises, right?" Charlie's face was just painted with embarrassment. Michael could tell that the last thing in the world the kid wanted to do was have a discussion about penises. But what choice did he have, but to double down? "And... and women, girls, have vaginas, right?" Charlie nodded at this, pretty much the first reaction he'd had other than extreme embarrassment. Maybe the word "vagina" sparked a little bit of interest for the kid? That's a good sign. "Well, men... they make sperm, they make sperm in their testicles, that's what men make to make a baby." Michael felt like he was stammering like a fool. "When you get a little older, you'll make sperm in your testicles." Charlie's expression had returned to its previous painful embarrassment. Whether or not he might have been interested in discussing vaginas, clearly testicles were not on the short list of topics he wished to exchange opinions on with his new father. "And women, like your mother, they make eggs. It takes both a sperm from the man, and an egg from the woman, to make a baby. And you have to get the two together, right? You have to get the sperm and the egg together. And to do that... well, to do that, the man puts his penis inside the woman, inside her vagina, and then puts the sperm in--ejaculates the sperm out of his penis and into her. Does that make sense?" Charlie nodded, although it wasn't entirely clear that he was telling the truth. Michael felt like he was doing a terrible job of describing any of this to his son. "In order to... to get the penis inside the vagina, the penis gets--well, it gets an erection. It gets stiff, and, and, it grows longer. And the vagina gets, well, it gets wet, like, lubricated, so that the penis can go inside it." Michael paused awkwardly, ostensibly to see if the kid had anything to say, but also to try to whet his increasingly parched mouth. Hearing no questions from Charlie, he continued: "After a little while, the man ejaculates his sperm--it's more than just sperm, it's called semen, which is liquid, a kind of cloudy white liquid that has lots of sperm in it. The sperm itself is tiny, microscopic, and there's like a million sperms each time a man ejaculates." Michael was reminded of how a stumbling drunk might describe sex. Oh well, onward ho! "And then inside the woman, the sperm and the egg meet in her uterus. Sometimes the uterus is called the womb. And when the sperm and the egg meet, the egg is what we call 'fertilized,' and then it will grow into a baby. First it's an embryo, then a fetus, and it grows inside the woman's, its mother's, uterus. The uterus feeds it and provides it with blood and oxygen and stuff. That's what's happening to your mother right now. Then, after nine months, if you're really lucky, the baby is born. The woman gives birth to the baby." Dead silence from the boy across the table from him. "I know that was a lot to absorb. Do you have any questions, or anything you want me to clarify?" Charlie shook his head, but he looked like he wanted to say something. Michael raised his eyebrows, hoping beyond hope that he might be able to inspire the kid to open up a little bit. "Sometimes..." Charlie said, "sometimes my penis gets hard." Wow. A breakthrough! Michael was extremely happy and proud at this moment. It's like they're a father and a son! "Yeah, that happens to boys your age sometimes. It'll happen more, a lot more, as you get older, especially once you're old enough to make sperm. You'll get hair around your penis, that means that you're old enough to make sperm." "Yeah, I know about the hair. Pub..." "Pubic." "...Pubic hair." "Right." "Why does the penis get hard?" "That's so that it can get in the vagina." "No, I mean... What... What makes it get hard?" "Oh!" Michael suddenly realized that he'd been completely "mechanical" in his description. Time to bring it back down to reality... "Well, you get hard--a guy gets an erection--when he's turned on, I mean, like, when he's sexually excited. Like, for me, when your mother and I are kissing, or when we touch each other in special ways, I get an erection." Charlie nodded. "Mine gets hard sometimes when I touch it." "Exactly! So does mine. And I want to make sure you know that it's perfectly okay for you to touch it like that. I do that. All men do, and most women do, too. It's perfectly normal and natural and okay to touch yourself like that." "Okay." "And when you get a little older and start making sperm and stuff--" "And get hair." "--right, and get pubic hair, you'll be able to make yourself cum--to ejaculate, to get the sperm to shoot out. You can do that with your hands. And that's perfectly normal, everyone does it, and it's not anything to be at all embarrassed about or anything." "Okay." "Now, there's lots more stuff that I want to tell you about, like birth control--" "Birth control?" "Yeah, that's what you use if you have sex and you don't want to have a baby. I can tell you all about--" "But you and Mom wanted to have a baby, so you didn't use birth control?" "Well, not exactly. We're very excited to be having a baby, but we weren't exactly planning on it or anything. You're mom--she's struggled with fertility problems. It was hard for her and your dad to make you and Maggie. It took a lot of work and they had see doctors and stuff. So we--your mom and me--we really didn't expect to have a baby and we didn't use birth control because we didn't think it mattered. But we got lucky!" "Oh, okay." "I'll tell you more about birth control when you get a little older. There's lots of stuff to consider, but not now. I've already told you so much you're probably a little confused." The boy nodded a bit. "And also, it's almost time for Lieutenant Salem to come get us so we can go to the flight deck! But Charlie, just remember, if you have any questions at all, you can ask me anything, or your mom, too. Or Maggie, she's old enough now that she knows some of this. Any of us will be happy to answer your questions. Okay?" "Okay." "Okay! Now let's get ready to go launch some drones!" "Okay!" All things considered, Michael was pretty happy about how that conversation went. And, he felt, or at least he hoped, that maybe Charlie had opened up to him a bit and they might be a little closer now. That would be a very nice, very special, very unexpected outcome of all this. Second Lieutenant Salem was exactly on time. Small surprise there. And looking sharp in her starched dress whites and her starched white hijab, in such sharp contrast to her ebony skin. The kids bubbled with excitement as they walked with her down the hall to the trams, Maggie even taking the lieutenant's hand. Michael wondered, as he watched the two of them holding hands, what the lieutenant thought of this. She was so formal, it must be strange for her to interact with someone as informal as Maggie. Or, maybe she liked it. Probably, she liked it. She was still a young woman and no doubt at some point in her life she would like to have a family; Maggie's sweet, trusting demeanor would certainly convince the sailor that being a mother was a fine and beautiful thing. Behind them, Michael and Robin held hands as well. "So how'd it go with Charlie?" she asked him. "It went great!" Michael answered. "Really?" Robin seemed genuinely surprised. "That's awesome! " "I really feel like we bonded. He even told me that his penis gets hard sometimes, when he touches it." "Oh my god that's so cute!" Robin said. "I told him that it's okay if he touches it, that it's nothing to be embarrassed about, that everyone does it." "You are such a great father!" Robin said, wrapping her arm around his back. "I don't know about that. It's more like, Charlie is a great kid." "You're perfect. For him, and for me!" "I hope so!" A few minutes later, the family arrived on the flight deck. It was crowded--the entire crew was present, both officers and enlisted personnel huddled around various consoles or standing in small groups. There was also a team with several cameras, filming and taking still pictures of the goings-on. The Captain smiled warmly, if a little formally, when Lieutenant Salem announced them. Michael noticed with some uncomfortableness that the cameras had all been turned onto them. "Hello, Dubanes," Captain Ruebark said, walking up to them and shaking Michael's hand, then Robin's, then the kids. "Sorry about the cameras in your faces..." He looked askance at the crew members, huddled around the five of them with the video equipment. "This is being broadcast live on Earth." "Live?!?" Maggie said. "We're TV stars!" She waved to the camera, then was overcome with a rare moment of shyness, and ducked behind Michael. "Seaman Urick," the Captain said, and the sailor in his blue jump suit stepped forward. "Yessir!" "Why don't explain to the children what will be happening with the drones." "Yessir." The sailor turned to Maggie and Charlie, and as the cameras recorded his words and beamed them back across the endless darkness of space, to Earth, where they were heard by undoubtedly a billion people about twelve minutes after they were actually spoke, he explained: "We'll be launching two probes, two drones, this afternoon. The first, I believe we will have Margaret launch the first one, correct, Captain, Sir?" The Captain nodded. "So that probe, the first probe--" the sailor seemed to be stammering a bit, nervous in front of the cameras perhaps. "--we have named 'probe M,' which is short for 'Margaret.'" Maggie's face lit up in a smile and the sailor, all seriousness until now, smiled himself. "'Probe M' is programmed to attempt a landing on the surface of the asteroid, or, excuse me, the moon. 'Probe C'--I'm sorry, I should have said, that's what the second probe will be called, short for Charles of course, is programmed to go into a psuedo-orbit." He turned to Charlie--the boy, not the probe. "We call it a 'psuedo-orbit' because there is not enough gravity from the moon to cause the drone to go into actual orbit. Instead, the drone is programmed to use its thrusters in such a way that it will circle the moon as if it were actually in orbit." "Oh, you don't have to call it 'the moon' anymore," Maggie said. "I know what it's name should be!" Michael saw the Captain's eyes sparkle at the charm that Maggie had. "Excellent, Margaret, and what should the name be?" "_Hopoe_!" she exclaimed. "I looked it up. _Hopoe_ was _Hi'iaka's_ best friend. Plus it sounds like 'hope,' which is nice." "Well!" the Captain exclaimed. "I think you are correct, Margaret, that is an excellent name for our little moon. We don't have the final say, but let's commence to calling her '_Hopoe_' from now on, unless and until the official governing body of Naming Things tells us otherwise." Seaman Urick nodded, smiling slightly. "The primary disadvantage to our psuedo-orbit," he continued with his explanation, "is that we will have to use fuel to stay in orbit around the--around _Hopoe_. The drone will run out of fuel after about two days, but during those two days we will be able to do a great deal of observation from about 100,000 feet above the surface." "But we'll have lots of observations from 'probe M'--from my probe, right?" Maggie said, or more exactly, asked. "How long will probe M last, on the surface of _Hopoe_?" "We don't know what exactly will happen with probe M," the sailor said. "We're hopeful that we can slow it down enough that we can make a soft landing on the surface of _Hopoe_. But it's possible that the landing will be too hard, and the probe will be destroyed. Or, that the probe will simply bounce off of the surface and into space. Or both. But at least we'll have footage of the approach and even of only a few feet above the surface, and this will be immensely valuable for us, even if the drone is subsequently destroyed." Seaman Urick pointed to a monitor, displaying the _Hopoe_. "It is our hope that the M probe will land here, in this relatively flat area. That's where we believe we will have the most luck having a successful landing. The C probe will orbit in this direction--" He made an oblong circle that bisected the moon at about a 45 degree angle. Maggie and Charlie both nodded. "Oh, okay," Maggie said. "Now," the Captain interrupted them, "I'm afraid it's time for us to proceed. The launch window is not terribly large and it is rapidly approaching. Follow me, Margaret, Charles." Maggie was beaming, Charles looking a bit bewildered, as they followed the Captain, and the cameras followed them, to a bank of computer terminals. Seaman Urick stepped forward and pulled two chairs back slightly from two of the terminals, and indicated with a formal sweep of his hand that the children should sit down. "Margaret," the Captain said as the children sat down, "you'll launch yours first. When the countdown completes and we're in the launch window, just touch the screen where it says 'launch.' That's pretty easy, huh?" Those in attendance laughed, but Maggie just looked up at the man, wide-eyed, nodding. "Charles," the Captain continued, turning to the boy, "your job is harder. What I want you to do, is, after Margaret has launched her drone, you count for thirty seconds, you know, 'one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand.' When you get to thirty, launch your probe." Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "Okay," the Captain said. "Seaman Urick, how's the launch window looking?" "Sir, two minutes 39 seconds, Sir," the sailor said, looking up at a digital clock above the monitors. The next two minutes proved frustratingly long, especially for the children and the camera crew, who were desperate for some action. But both parties had to settle the Captain making small talk with the kids--"Are you looking forward to your departure for Mars, Maggie?" "Yes!" Maggie said. "I can't wait. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the _Hi'iaka_, but it will be nice to be on Mars!" "Are you looking forward to being in a real school?" "Yes!" Maggie said. Charlie shrugged his shoulders when the Captain looked at him for his answer. "How are your studies, Charles?" The Captain asked in a grandfatherly tone. "Fine," was all Charlie said. "Good, good..." "Captain," Seaman Urick said. "Ten seconds to the launch window." "Yay!" Maggie hollered. The cameras crowded closer. The sailor started a countdown--"Nine, Eight..." "Don't forget, Charles," the Captain said. "Count to thirty, after Maggie launches hers." Charlie nodded. "Three... two... one... launch window is open!" Maggie touched the screen, as instructed. From one of the monitors you could see a small tuft of smoke from a port on the side of the _Hi'iaka_, then the yellow-orange glow of fire, and a small object shot out of the port. Meanwhile, Charlie was counting out loud, "...three Mississippi, four Mississippi..." When he reached "thirty Mississippi," he touched his screen, and the monitor showed the same tuft of smoke, then the fire, and the probe launching from another port. All eyes in the flight deck were now looking at the monitors that displayed the flight of the probes. "What now?" Maggie asked. "How long?" "It should take about three minutes for the probes to arrive at the _Hopoe_," Seaman Urick answered as he sat down at the console next to Maggie. After a few seconds of vigorous typing, he announced, "Probe M's on board camera is now on monitor seven," and one of the large monitors above the assembled crowd flickered and then displayed a view of _Hopoe_, only a faint grayish dot in the distance not much bigger than it appeared outside the port window, but growing noticeably with each passing second. Then, the sailor announced, "And probe C on monitor eight," and a similar vision of _Hopoe_ appeared on the next monitor. "Ship-wide monitors?" the Captain inquired loudly, to whatever sailor was the appropriate one to ask. "Yessir," another sailor answered. "Monitor one." "Excellent." The next three minutes were a complete contrast to the previous two; whereas those seemed to drag on forever, these were over before you could even catch your breath. There was a great deal of activity on the floor of the flight deck--sailors and officers flitting from one console to the next, talking, pointing; monitors displaying the increasingly large and clear view of the moon, and all in attendance staring in anticipation. After what seemed like no more than a second or two, Seaman Urick made another announcement. "Probe M commencing position reversal in three... two... one..." The image on monitor seven suddenly shifted, _Hopoe_ disappearing from view as the probe flipped 180 degrees. But then the sailor adjusted the camera, and the moon again appeared on the monitor, now filling the screen entirely, its pock-marked surface visible in exciting detail. At the same time, you could see that the probe was desperately firing its thrusters in an effort to slow its approach. To an untrained eye like Michael's, this did not appear to be very successful, and the moon's surface approached at a frightening clip. And then, monitor seven simply went black. "Probe M has made contact with the surface," Seaman Urick said, busily working at his console. "Status?" the Captain asked, staring, like everyone else. "Unknown, sir," the sailor answered. "No communications with the probe yet." "Oh no!" Maggie said, looking over the sailor's shoulder at his console. "Did it crash?" "We'll see," the sailor answered. He looked up at the monitors. "Status of probe C?" "Initiating orbit," another sailor answered. Seaman Urick watched as monitor eight showed the progress of the second probe. A few seconds later, it crested the opposite side of the moon. "There she is!" Urick said, pointing up at the monitor where a new pock-mark appeared with a bit of shining metal in the middle. "Probe M remains in contact with the surface! Can someone get us a close-up of that?" The camera zoomed in on the probe, but the view was fleeting, as probe C continued its orbit. Nevertheless, probe M appeared intact. "And..." Seaman Urick said, "We have communication! The probe appears to have survived the crash!" "Yay!" Maggie hollered. "But, why can't we see anything?" "It would seem that the camera is buried in the dirt," the sailor answered. "Don't worry, now that we're communicating, we should be able to solve that problem." "Great!" "But meanwhile, we've got to focus on probe C for now. He's going way to fast to be able to sustain this orbit for more than a few more minutes." Three other sailors crowded around Seaman Urick's console, and they set to work. "Well, children," the Captain said, "you've done excellent work today! But for now, it would probably be best if you leave the sailors to do their work." "Yes," Robin said, "we should be going now and leave your men and women to their duties." The Captain nodded in her direction. "You can observe their progress from any monitors in the ship, and we'll have you back here for more observations if you're interested. "Oh yes! Yes, we're interested!" Maggie enthused. "That will probably need to wait until we achieve orbit around Mars, since that's another pressing need that will be presenting itself in the next day or so." Looking out the window, it was a little hard to imagine that the tiny red dot in the distance would soon be as large as the Earth was back before their voyage began, and that the _Hi'iaka_ would soon be orbiting their new home. Despite this event's fast approach, It would still be a very long time before they would set foot upon the surface of the planet--they were scheduled to be on the final of four transports, and it would be three weeks at least before their time would come. Space travel is an odd thing in that regard; there is a lot of waiting to be done. "Well," Robin said to the Captain, "thank you so much for the opportunity to be here for this event, and for taking time out from your busy schedule to accommodate us." "Of course," the Captain answered. "I know I speak for the rest of the crew when I say that having your children on our flight deck is a pleasure we all look forward to." There were a lot of smiles on the faces of the Dubane family, as they followed Second Lieutenant Salem back to the shuttles, and back to the living quarters. "Mama said that you had 'the talk' with Charlie yesterday," Maggie said to Michael the next afternoon as they sat together on the bed in his old single berth. "She did? That seems like the sort of thing that ought to be private." "She had to tell me, because I wanted to go in and hang out with you but she said we should leave you alone." "Ah, okay. I just don't want him to be embarrassed." "I won't say anything to him, I promise." "Good." Michael could tell that the girl understood. "I know you won't." Maggie sat up. "So did you tell him about how your king cock gets all hard?" She was grinning big by the time she finished the sentence. "Not in so many words," Michael responded, grinning, too. "But..." "Did you tell him that a guy slides his big hard throbbing fuckstick in and out of a girl's sluthole until he spurts his babyseed into her cum-guzzling womb?" Michael laughed. "You are so over-the-top, Maggie!" "I bet you didn't. I bet you said 'penis' and 'vagina' and 'erection' and 'semen.'" "That's right." "Booooring! Oh, and, Mama had a talk with me, too, while you guys were talking." "She did?" Suddenly Maggie had a serious look on her face. "She told me I don't ever have to do anything I don't want to do." "Right..." Michael sounded a bit confused. After all, Robin had repeatedly told him that she trusted him... "Don't worry," Maggie said, apparently reading his mind. "She totally said she knows you're not going to make me do things. She's worried about _me_, not you. She thinks I might put pressure on myself to do things, you know?" "Sure, that makes sense." "She said that if there's anything I don't want to do, I should just tell you, and you won't do it." "Right, absolutely." She continued to have a very serious look on her face. This was a new side to Maggie--not the usual playful silly girl he'd gotten so used to over the months of this trip. "So if I tell you I don't want to do something, you have to not do it, right?" "Absolutely, Maggie." Michael wondered nervously what exactly his little girlfriend had in mind. What sort of second thoughts was she having about their sexual relations? "Do you want me to tell you what I don't want to do?" "Yes. I promise I'll totally respect your wishes." He was surprised how his heart was starting to race. Maggie took a deep breath. "Okay." She paused, looking right at him, her lip even trembling a bit like she was as nervous as he was. "I... I don't want to not have sex with you." "Wha...?" "I don't want to _not_ fuck like rabbits with you!" Maggie was grinning big now. "You are crazy, Maggie!" "Now, you just promised that you wouldn't do what I don't want to do, and that means that you have to have sex with me! You have to fuck me like we're rabbits!" Michael just shook his head and laughed. "Is your fuckstick getting hard now, Daddy?" She gave a big grin. "I mean, is your _penis_ getting _erect_?" "Yes. Yes he is." "Yay! My vagina's getting wet, too! I mean, my _sluthole's_ getting all _sloppy_!" "Nice!" "You like a sloppy sluthole, don't you, Daddy?" "Sloppy slutholes are splendid," Michael said. "Fiery fucksticks are fantastic!" "Dirty daughters are..." "Delightful!" "I was thinking 'devilish,' but 'delightful' is good, too!" "Oh, Daddy," Maggie said. "I think... I think I'm ready. I think, I mean, I think I don't want to not have sex with you anymore ever again!" Michael reached out to his new little eleven-year-old daughter and she fell into his arms and he lay down on the bed, pulling her with him, on top of him. She immediately started grinding herself on his cock through his pants. Their lips met and their tongues entangled, and while they kissed, Michael reached down and lifted Maggie's skirt above her ass, and begin pulling her panties down. She lifted herself off of him slightly so that he could get them, then sat up and reached down and began unbuttoning his pants. The moment she had them down his thighs, she climbed up and sat down. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy--indeed, the girl's sluthole was sloppy as hell--splayed around the thickness of her daddy's cock and she ground against him. She ground her hips forward, so that her pussy left a trail of wetness along the underside of his cock as she moved up, and then left another trail as she moved back down. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered as she moved even higher, until his anxious cockhead was smothered in her lips. "I love you, Maggie," he said quietly. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered back, as in perfect harmony they pressed their hips together, Maggie backwards, and down, Michael forwards, and up, and his cockhead slipped in between... Michael's phone rang with the tell-tale ring-tone of a incoming call from Robin. Good god, what horrible timing! For two seconds, maybe three, he ignored it, his cockhead positioned just at the tiny entrance of his daughter's little sex. No fucking way am I taking that call! But then his senses got the better of him: Robin was visiting the medic right now, and a phone call could only mean one of two things--something was wrong, or she was standing right outside the door of his old berth and didn't want to barge in out of concern that she might find her husband and her daughter _in flagrante_. Either way, he probably ought to take the call. "Maggie," he said, as tenderly as he could, "it's your mother... I should probably answer..." Maggie nodded, sliding the lips of her sloppy sluthole back down his cock. "Hello, Robin?" Michael said into the phone. "Hi, Michael. Um, you should probably come here, to the medic's. There's something..." "Shit, Robin, is everything okay?" "Yes, everything's fine, don't worry." "Okay, I'm on my way." He hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he said to Maggie. She just nodded as she climbed off of him. "We just got off the phone with Doctor Huan at _Kakadu_ and, don't panic or anything, everything's okay, but she's a bit puzzled about some of the tests, and..." "You see," the medic said to Michael, "I'm just a field medic, I don't really know what I'm doing here. I guess we never envisioned having a woman get pregnant during the flight." "Sure, okay," Michael said. "Doctor Huan doesn't think there's anything wrong or anything, but she wants me down as soon as possible, so that we can make sure." "Sure, that makes sense." "So they've moved us up to the first transport, and they're accelerating that one, too. Which means we have to leave tomorrow." "Tomorrow?!?" "Right." "I don't... we're nowhere near ready to leave!" "I know." Robin gave him some puppy-dog eyes, looking remarkably like Maggie, when she does the same to him. Michael knew what she was angling for. "You go down tomorrow," he said. "Take the kids. I'll stay up here and pack everything up and take a later transport." "Oh, thank you, Michael! Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure!" "I'll miss you! _We'll_ miss you!" Michael smiled. "I'll survive, I promise." "Alright then," the medic said. "I better get on the horn to the Captain." "Okay," Robin said, hopping off of the examination table and taking Michael's hand. "But... But Daddy will be lonely without us!" Maggie protested over dinner that evening, their last dinner together as a family aboard the _Hi'iaka_. "I know," Robin said, her voice full of sympathy, for Michael's plight, and also for Maggie's. "And we'll miss him terribly, too." "I'll be fine," Michael said. It's only for a few weeks, maybe even less than that." Maggie sat back with a sad, confused look on her face. But the look suddenly changed to a conspiratorial smile. "I know!" she exclaimed. "I'll stay here with Daddy! I can help him pack, and he won't be so lonely then. You and Charlie can go down tomorrow, and Daddy and I will come a bit later with all our stuff!" "Well..." Robin said. "What do you think of that idea, Michael?" Michael could barely contain his actual opinion, which was that this was a wonderful idea. A fantastic idea! "I think that'd be nice," he managed to say in a passably neutral tone. Even still, despite Michael's nonchalance, he noticed his wife give him a particular look out of the corner of her eye. "You okay with it, Charlie?" Robin asked her son. Charlie shrugged. "Okay then. You be good Maggie, promise? Promise to help Michael pack? It'll be a lot of work!" "I promise! I totally promise!" [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. Also, visit my story site at www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Little Witch and the Pitchford Mansion by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2018 Story codes: Mg12, Halloween Summary: A twelve year old trick or treater and her friend go to a mansion in the woods. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ============== A swirling whirlwind of reds and oranges and yellows lifted into the air, propelled by a sudden gust of chilly wind and accompanied by the damp dusty odor of wet leaves. This smell, this fragrance of slowly rotting organic matter, surrounded the dusk-darkened path in the woods, but it was a latent smell, unrecognized until now as it was awoken by the wind to fill the nostrils of the two girls walking down the path, and suddenly, instantly, flooding their brains with evocation, memories only vaguely recalled more as emotion than as the recollection of fact: a father raking leaves while his daughter, a mere toddler, jumped and ran and the dog excitedly nipped at her heels; an initiate's unsteady bike ride over a sea of slippery sward; and above all, the sound, the ever-present sound of the steady crunch-swish-crunch of leaves under foot. A sound that sings out clearly, unmistakably, "Summer is over! Winter is coming!" A sound that says: "Halloween is here!" "Come on!" one girl hollered back to her companion, hiking up the wicker basket that she carried on her left wrist, up to her elbow, the stuffed dog inside careening from left to right and left again as the basket swung. The sudden gust of wind lifted her blue and white gingham dress, showing a flash of pale skin illuminated by a distant street light, showing knocking knees and skinny thighs above a pair of white knee-high stockings, and her patent leather mary janes made that sound, that crunch-swish-crunch, as the leaves settled again down onto the path around her. Dorothy, let's call her, reached out to the other girl, a little witch, holding out the hand of her basketed arm as her other hand carried a large grinning orange plastic pumpkin bucket rattling with the sounds of a half a load of candy jostling along with the girl's quickened step. "Come _on_!" The little witch couldn't take the offered hand because her arms, bare to the elbows where they met the frayed hem of her dress's sleeves, were wrapped around her shivering self. But she quickened her pace, stepping awkward on a pair of heeled boots that were on loan from her mother. Her own dress showed more bare skin above the boots than Dorothy's did above her stockings, and the chilly wind showed even more, and sent wisps of purple-colored hair dancing about her round blushing cheeks, straggling strands of hair that were freed by the wind from the strict confines of a pointed black hat pulled down tight over Little Witch's forehead, tight both against the wind, and against the chill itself. When Little Witch caught up with Dorothy, reds and oranges and yellows settling about them both as the wind lessened for the moment, the latter threaded her basketed arm in between the former's elbow and ribs, and pulled the witch into her. "I can't _believe_ you've never been to the Pitchford Mansion for Halloween!" she said, walking quickly and dragging her companion along with her. Little Witch managed an uncertain smile, letting her friend pull her in, even pressing against Dorothy herself in the hopes of stealing some warmth, and perhaps some comfort as well from the fright of the darkening night. Around them the sound of the wind, more steady in the tops of the trees than it was where they walked, and down the hill, back from where they had come, the sound of children, laughing and shrieking; the roars of monsters and the howls of ghosts. Little Witch managed a look over her shoulder; it's not that the sounds frightened her, no, they were clearly just kids, goofing off, playing. It's more that she _willed_ herself to be frightened, she told herself against all logical disbelief that these really were the sounds of monsters and ghosts, that the lights she saw as she looked behind her were something other than flashlights carried by the neighborhood parents but were instead the bioluminescence of a swamp creature, or an invading force of extraterrestrial aliens bent upon the destruction of all humankind. Eyes wide now, big brown eyes, fully engrossed in the fantasy of Halloween, she turned back to look ahead at the path that she and Dorothy walked--crunch-swish-crunch--heading uphill, the tower of the big house appearing now above the tops of the trees. "Wha... wha..." Little Witch stammered, looking up at the tower, dark against the night sky except for a solitary window in the highest room of the tower illuminated in a yellow glow. "What happens on Halloween at the Pitchford Mansion?" Her eyes still wide, she was certain now that the tower housed something frightening, and she knew that the man who lived there must be terrible: a murderer, a mad scientist, a pedophile who preys on young girls on Halloween! "Oh," Dorothy said, "the guy who lives there gives the best candy!" Little Witch laughed, at herself as much as at the answer that Dorothy gave. "Oh!" she said. "I thought... I thought he was an escaped convict, or a werewolf!" Dorothy laughed, too. "No, my dad says he's a writer or something. But he says he's very eccentric." "Eccentric?" That sounded scary to Little Witch! "Yeah, he's like, a loner or something. That's why nobody in town knows him, because he just hangs out by himself, writing." A loner? That's definitely scary! Mass murderers are loners! Little Witch looked up at the yellow-lit window of the tower again, and imagined the man sitting in there, furiously writing. "Maybe he writes horror stories!" she said, and she felt prickles run up her arms and the back of her neck. She hugged herself tight against the chill, glad to have recaptured at least a little bit of the thrill of Halloween again. Dorothy laughed again. "Maybe! Maybe he tortures people in the tower to get ideas for his stories!" "Maybe!" Little Witch said, not laughing herself now but acting all serious. "Maybe he tortures trick-or-treaters who come to his house!" Dorothy giggled, tugging at the little witches arm. "Only the girls!" she said, laughing. "So he can rape them!" Right then, another gust of wind awoke the colorful leaves on the path in front of them, another magical swirling whirlwind of orange and yellow and red, another pungent whiff of decaying organic matter, another rousing chorus of clatter as the dry leaves lifted, danced, dipped and spun, then settled at their feet. Little Witch half-expected a ghost or a goblin to materialize among the leaves, or a faerie who casts a spell on them and takes them, helpless and paralyzed, back to his lair to feed to his children. "Come _on_!" Dorothy urged her on again, pulling the hesitating girl right into the swirling leaves, right into the faerie's lair. And at that moment, the path they were walking turned, and the woods opened, and there before them was the Pitchford Mansion: huge, dark even though a yellow glow emanated from every window. And, as if the two girls were living a scripted scene from a Halloween movie, at the very moment that the house appeared a crow cawed from the woods, its loud shrill call echoing through the night's gathering darkness. And then another crow answered with its own trilling caw, and a third, and a fourth, and suddenly the birds lifted from the trees, one, two, a dozen, a hundred, blotting out the stars with their large black wings. "I..." Little Witch stammered. "I don't think..." It was too late, though. Dorothy's enthusiasm was carrying them down last few feet of the path to the steps, up onto the front porch of the dark old frightening house. The hundred crows now alighted in the tops of the trees beyond the mansion and filled the night air with the sounds of their caterwauling--"brawk, brawk, braaawwwkkkk!" Little witch hesitated, resisting Dorothy's pull as she bounded up the steps. "Come _on_!" And they were there, Little Witch dragged by the arm up the stairs, to the landing, the front porch, the door. Dorothy stood for a moment, scanning, looking for a doorbell and finding none. With none of the hesitation of her more timid, or at least more Halloween-enraptured, companion, the braver girl reached out to large cast iron knocker in the center of the door, lifted it, and let it fall with a resounding "clank." After a brief pause, to see if the sound had attracted the attention of someone inside, she engaged the knocker twice more in rapid succession, "clank CLANG!" before they heard a stirring from the interior of the house, footsteps approaching the door. Little Witch hugged herself tightly, bare arms erupting in goosebumps from the briskness of the wind, and the chill of her Halloween-induced fear. The footfalls arrived at the door, and they heard the handle click, and the door opened. The man who appeared at the opened door certainly didn't look like a cannibal, nor a werewolf, nor a sex fiend. In fact, Little Witch thought that what he looked like the most was a college professor. He wore a pair of heavy, thick-lensed glasses that gave his face an intelligent look, complemented in that regard by a well-trimmed beard, reddish-blond and gentlemanly flecked with gray. Behind the glasses, blue eyes twinkled with inquisitiveness in a way that Little Witch found disarmingly pleasant. Behind the beard were thin pale lips, slightly open in a friendly smile. The man held in one hand a plate of ten or twelve small candy boxes, which he seemed poised to extend to the girls, but had not done so yet. "Trick-or-treaters!" he intoned, with an enthusiastic laugh. "Finally, some kids willing to trek up the hill to my house!" He looked both of the girls over briefly, still not extending the plate of candy boxes. "What have we here, Dorothy?" He said, looking at the girl in the blue and white gingham dress. "From the Wizard of Oz?" Dorothy nodded with her own enthusiasm, a beaming smile. "What a delightful outfit!" the Professor said. Dorothy curtsied, her cheeks blush. This annoyed Little Witch, who gave the girl a sideways glare. Was she _flirting_ with the man? Just to get a little bit more candy? "And here we have a little witch!" the Professor said, turning his attention to the Little Witch. "And a finely executed costume." She just glared at him, wanting to make sure that he was completely aware that _she_ wasn't going to flirt just to get a bit more candy. "But you look cold," the Professor said. Defiantly, Little Witch lowered her arms, as if she was not actually cold. "You should have worn a sweater… Or, maybe a little witch can conjure up a warming spell?" "Yeah Gweny!" Dorothy teased. "Can't you make a spell?" Little Witch glared at Dorothy again, but in the meantime the Professor bowed elegantly, sweeping his arm in the direction of the interior of his house, which had the effect of moving the plate of candy boxes further away from the girls despite his apparent earlier desire to extend them. Only then did Little Witch realize, with a sense of dread, that the boxes were shaped like little coffins. "I have a fire lit in the parlor," he said, "and mulled wine warm on the stove. Come in, children, warm yourselves." Even as he spoke these words, Little Witch became aware of the sound of crackling and hissing wood as it burned, and the orange glow of a warm and comforting fire. Her nostrils flared expectantly to the mellow fragrance of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting evocatively from inside the house. Were they there before? How had she not noticed them? It was as if his words willed these things, the fire and the mulled wine, into existence. It was as if this man was a wizard! Yes! An evil wizard, and this is his own warming spell, designed to entice young girls into his parlor, where he will trap them, hypnotize them, rape them, murder them! "N... no..." she stammered, teeth chattering from cold and fear, her words barely audible. But it was too late. She reached out to grab Dorothy by the arm, but the other girl was already through the doorway, into the foyer. "Oh! A fire!" Dorothy was saying, disappearing around the corner in the direction of the comforting orange glow. "Wait, I d... don't think..." chattering teeth objected. But the Wizard stood in place, holding the door open for Little Witch, and he was the Professor again, a kindly smile behind his beard and bemused blue eyes twinkling through his glasses. He didn't speak, but merely stood and smiled and twinkled, and Little Witch's resistance faded, and she followed her friend into the house. "Mulled wine for all?" the Professor queried from the room's entryway as Dorothy plopped herself, straightening her dress about her knees, into an overstuffed chair before the girl fire. "Yes, please!" she said, flashing a broad smile at the man. "One moment, ladies," the man spoke as he turned and left. His voice was low, affirming, masculine. Little Witch found his voice as warming as the fire as she sat in a chair opposite Dorothy. "We shouldn't be here," she said in a loud whisper. "This is dangerou..." "Oh come on, you're such a worry wart! He's a perfect gentleman! I like him!" That, little witch thought to herself, is very obvious. But she argued her case. "It's all weird here! Did you see how the fire, and the mulled wine, just appeared when he spoke? I think he's a wizard! And what's with the candy boxes shaped like coffins?" "Oh god you're so silly!" Dorothy said dismissively. "Of course they're shaped like coffins! It's Halloween!" "Well, something doesn't feel right," Little Witch said. "I think we should leave." "I'm not leaving until I've had some mulled wine and a chance to talk with him some more. _I_ think he's fantastic, don't you? Such a gentleman! And those eyes! Did you see how dreamy his eyes are?" Little Witch did have to admit that the man had very pretty eyes. Too pretty. Everything about him was too charming by half. But she had no choice now but to be resigned to whatever horrible thing fate had in store for them, an evil wizard rapist was about to calm them with mulled wine, pacify their minds with a charming spell, and drag them off to the tower of his mansion and have his way with them. Or maybe he was a cannibal! Maybe he was planning to fry them, boil them, roast them on a spigot over the fire! Resigned to being roasted and eaten by a charming man on Halloween, she sat back and looked around the room. A grandfather clock stood against the nearby wall, loudly ticking away the last seconds of Little Witch's all-too-short life, the swinging pendulum flashing with brilliant brass as it reflected licks of flame, like bolts of lightning. On the walls, dark mahogany paneling glowed orange from the fire, adding a chillingly comforting warmth to the room. Above the paneling were ancient portrait paintings of people from centuries gone by, the fire lighting the brushstrokes of the oil paint with tiny glimmering sparkles. Situated with intentional haphazard around the portraits were old photographs, faded and gray with time, of people, of buildings and animals. Little Witch wondered who these people were. The cannibal's relatives? A long lineage of human-eating horror? As this thought passed through her mind the man returned to the parlor, three stemmed goblets and a plate of cookie cutouts on a silver tray. He set a small side table between the two girls, pulled a chair up behind it for himself, and sat down. "This should help with the chill," he said, handing a goblet each to the girls. Dorothy reach down for a cookie, and Little Witch realized with gathering horror that it was a cutout of a... oh my God is it a severed human hand? What sort of madman serves young girls cookie cutouts of severed human hands? "Oh look!" Dorothy said. "It's a little bat!" Okay, Little Witch was forced to admit to herself, the cookie was not a cutout of a severed hand. It was a bat. She picked one up herself and took a bite, and then a deep drink of the mulled wine. It did warm her, almost magically, the powerful smells and tastes of cinnamon and cloves mixed with a subtlety of orange and a deep undertone of fermented grapes. But, she thought, as she looked down into the goblet, it's very red. Dark red. Blood red. And now she looked at the bat cookies, and then back to the blood wine, and remembered the coffin-shaped candy boxes. A vampire. Oh my god he's a vampire! A chill tingled through her body at the horror of her realization. "But you're still cold," the Vampire said, looking at Little Witch with a voice full of concern. "Let me get you something to cover your bare arms." "I'm fine," she chattered in response, simultaneously wrapping her arms around herself to prove that despite her denial, he was right. "I'm still cold too!" Dorothy announced, eager to attract the man's attention to her. "One moment," the Vampire said. "I'll get cloaks for you both." He left the room again. "He's a vampire!" Little Witch whisper-shouted to Dorothy. "We have to leave!" Dorothy just laughed. "He's the kindest handsomest man in the world," she answered. "And you're being ridiculous." Before Little Witch could lay out her evidence, the man returned, two cloaks hung over his arm. One was old and gray and musty, the other a long fabulous black wool with a shocking dark purple velvet collar. It was the prettiest cloak that Little Witch had ever seen, and her heart surged as the man draped it over her shoulders and pulled it around her arms, reaching to the front of the neck to fasten its silver broach. Little Witch was immediately warmed, ensconced in such a regal costume. It was then that she realized that this was exactly the sort of cloak that a vampire would have, and another tingling chill waved through her. With much less ceremony, he draped the old gray musty cloak over Dorothy, and sat down himself. He lifted his goblet from the little table, and with his eyes sparking with the reflection of lapping tongues of flame, he raised the wine and said, "To remarkable company, on a remarkable Halloween!" Dorothy giggled her pathetic flirtatious giggle and lifted her goblet as well, and Little Witch felt compelled to join the toast. The wine warmed her again, dispelling the chill. "So," the Vampire said, with a polite and kind casualness that only a vampire trying to conceal his demonic blood sucking ways could produce, "tell me, ladies, what are your names?" Don't tell him, Dorothy! "I'm Lindsey," Dorothy said, "and she's Gwen. But I call her Gweny." "Gwen?" the Vampire said in his disarmingly charming way. "I've always liked that name. Is it short for Gwendolyn?" "It's not short for anything," Dorothy answered before Little Witch could, if Little Witch were indeed planning to answer at all. "Just Gwen. Mine isn't short for anything either. What's yours?" "Thomas," the Vampire, or was he actually a cannibal? Little Witch was vacillating between the two now. Maybe he's both! "Thomas Longtooth, at your service." He nodded his head in a bow, which caused an exaggerated giggle to erupt from Dorothy. God, Little Witch thought, he's three times your age, stop being such a flirt. It's revolting. "Longtooth is a funny name," Dorothy giggled. "It's a Native American name," the Cannibal said. Native American? Little Witch thought. Maybe he's a shaman! That would explain the magic! She liked the idea that he might be an Indian shaman, at least so long as he doesn't conjure up any evil spirits. But... he doesn't look like a Native American. He has blue eyes, and blond hair! As if he could read her thoughts, the Shaman explained: "Much of it is lost in family lore, but apparently I had an ancestor with particularly long teeth." With this, he turned to Little Witch and gave a private toothy grin. Indeed, she could see that he had particularly long teeth, and her eyes went wide with horror as she realized that the surname of "Longtooth" would be quite apropos for a vampire, as much as for an Indian shaman. He closed his mouth, and his pretty eyes glittered with their mutual and secret understanding. "Now I'm getting hot!" Dorothy suddenly exclaimed, completely ignorant of what had just transpired between the two other occupants of the room. She fumbled at the clasp of her cloak, loosed it, and then unbuttoned the top buttons of her blue gingham dress. Little Witch felt a flash of anger--she knew the bitch wasn't actually feeling hot, but was using this as an excuse to show the man her cleavage, of which she had a decent amount for a girl of twelve. Little Witch, in contrast, had none whatsoever, a fact that Dorothy often liked to point out to Little Witch and to anyone who might be in the least bit interested. And here she was now, the bitch, the whore, showing the tops of her tits to this kind and beautiful man! Little Witch's heart sank in disappointment as the Vampire stood, a kindly smile showing no teeth at all, and took a step to stand behind Dorothy's chair. He reached over and pulled the musty old cloak off of her shoulders, then put his hands on her neck. Dorothy's eyes went wide as he slid his hands down to her chest, in the same motion pulling the sleeves of the dress, and her bra straps, down over her shoulders and onto her upper arms. Dorothy was looking at Little Witch now, greatly concerned by this sudden development, but her companion was unable or unwilling to move. Perhaps she was paralyzed with fear. Perhaps she thought the bitch was getting what she deserved. The man's hands continued their path down Dorothy's chest, under her dress and her bra. Then he leaned down, and kissed Dorothy's neck. The girl gave a painful yelp, and a sudden shudder shook through her body. Then she went glassy-eyed and slumped in the chair, her eyelids fluttering, then closed entirely. The man--the Vampire!--continued the kiss for another few seconds, until he raised his head and looked directly at Little Witch, his eyes mesmerizingly alive with fire. Though she could not look away from his eyes, she could see in her peripheral vision that two little trickles of blood dripped from pinprick holes on Dorothy's neck. He stood, a broad and frightening and satisfied smile on his face. "Do not fret, little one," the Vampire said. "She will be fine, she's merely asleep, and will remember none of this when she awakes." Little Witch nodded in understanding, and in fear, as the man now walked towards her. "Are you gonna... Are you going to bite me, too?" "No, my dear," the man said in his soothing voice. "Your friend's blood has quite invigorated me now, and there is something even more satisfying that I'd like to do with you." "Are you going to..." Her voice quaked with fear. "...rape me?" "I will not rape you." He stood in front of her now and extended his hand to her. "I hope, and trust, that you will come with me quite willingly." Against her own intentions, her heart exploding with terror, Little Witch reached a hand out to his. In a moment, as if with the strength of a thousand men, he lifted the girl from her chair and she seemed to glide through the air as together they left the parlor, Dorothy still slouched asleep in her chair. He led Little Witch up a flowing flight of stairs, covered in blood-red carpeting, and into a bedroom on the second floor. The Vampire turned her to face him as they stood together in the room and reached his strong hands out to her neck. For a moment she thought he was going to bite her, or choke the life out of her, but he only unclasped the silver brooch of the magnificent cloak she wore around her shoulders, and the cloak fell to the ground and he stepped back. "Take off your dress, Little Witch." Still, again, against all her intentions, her hands began pulling the dress up and over her head, and now she stood before him wearing only a white cotton undershirt and a pair of matching panties. She felt terribly embarrassed as she watched the man's fiery eyes and she knew he wanted her to take her undershirt off. Those eyes passed critically, or perhaps approvingly, over her naked chest, and she couldn't help feeling that he was making an unflattering comparison to the much larger breasts he had felt just a few minutes earlier in his parlor. "Drop your panties, too," he said in a calm and authoritative voice. Her hands, seemingly moving with their own volition, did exactly as instructed, and as they did, the Vampire began removing his own clothing, until the two of them were naked. She saw his eyes staring now at the pale hairless cleft between her legs, and her eyes were compelled seemingly by some exterior force to do the same, staring at his member protruding menacingly from between his legs, an enormous steel pole of flesh. He stepped to her and took her hands in his and directed them down until she was holding, griping tight to his cock, and then he slipped his hands between her legs and she should have been terrified and embarrassed by how sopping wet she was down there. But now her mind was otherwise occupied, focused on the warmth and thickness of her first cock hard between her hands. And then his hands moved up, up her stomach to her chest, gracing over her unerupted nipples and settling at her sides, holding her powerfully as he lifted her with unearthly strength, turning her in the air with one quick motion and setting her on her belly on his bed. His bed was soft, and filled her nose with the smell of earth and sky and male, and she felt instantly comforted. She knew he was going to fuck her with that thick hard pole of his, and she was not worried about it at all. She was ready to become a woman in his hands, to be his plaything, to be his mate. His strong large hands were on her hips now, lifting them into the air so that she was on her knees, and then she felt his member pushing into the slit between her legs. A moment later, she was filled with him, and he was rocking his hips, sliding his enormous cock deep into her, and back, her pussy gushing, and in again. Little Witch was transformed in these moments from an uncertain child into an unabashed slut, a vampire's whore, and she couldn't help herself as her voice rang out, so loud it caused her throat to sting, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" The vampire growled his approval, and did just as she asked, slamming his hips against her, his cock driving into her like a jackhammer. Her pussy was a fountain now, flowing wetness onto both of them and dripping onto the bedsheets below. "Oh Mister! Mister Vampire! I want you to fuck me forever!" To Little Witch's surprise, there was another voice in the room. "What are you two doing?" she heard Dorothy say in a sleep-confused voice. Little Witch lifted her head and looked behind her to see Dorothy standing in the doorway, eyes half-lidded, dress top and bra pulled down over her breasts, staring at the man and girl copulating on the bed. "We're fucking!" Little Witch said with great enthusiasm in answer to Dorothy's question. "He's fucking me!" With this, the Vampire reached out and wrapped his hands around Little Witch's neck. Her heart raced, both with the joy of the feeling of his thick hard member violating her so deep, and with the terror of his strong and solid hands poised to choke the life out of her entirely. She heard his breath come raspy and quick, she felt his fingers tighten. She gasped, barely able to breathe, and he groaned, loud and strong and deep and passion-filled, and Vampire cock slammed hard into Little Witch cunt and he held himself there, deep inside, his fingers tightening even further around her neck until she could not breathe at all, and she felt herself suddenly get warm inside her, and her head swooned, from the lack of oxygen and the explosion of hormones filling her bloodstream and flooding her brain. A moment later the man was slamming again, the room filled with the sounds of his moans, and of her gasping ineffectual breaths, and of the slick sloshing of his cock driving in and out of her sopping sex and filling her with cum. And then, it was over. The Vampire stopped his slamming with his cock impaling her fully, held himself there for a moment, then pulled out and stepped back. Little Witch collapsed onto the bed, taking in gasping, life-sustaining breaths, while her body continued to quake with surges of hormones flowing through her bloodstream. When she'd finally caught her breath again, she rolled over onto her back with her legs spread open, and she felt a sticky glob of the Vampire's emission ooze from her distended lips and slowly slip down to her anus. The Vampire's cock was hanging down now, long but satisfiedly flaccid, and swinging from side to side as he walked to Dorothy, who still stood in the doorway to the bedroom. He took her by the arm and led her to the bed in front of Little Witch. He pushed Dorothy down, so that she was kneeling between Little Witch's open legs. "Clean her," he commanded. "With your tongue." As if in a trance, Dorothy did as he instructed: leaned her head in and began to lick Little Witch's pussy clean. The girl moaned and arched her back at the wonderful feelings of her friend's warm tongue on her aching sex. After standing next to the two and watching Dorothy licking Little Witch, the Vampire grabbed a fist-full of Dorothy's hair and spoke another command: "Now lick her clit," pulling her head up so that her tongue was positioned on the girl's stiff and needy bulb. Almost immediately, Little Witch's legs began to shake, and then her whole body, as her sex-inflamed bloodstream pumped into overdrive, flooding her brain with hormones. The Vampire, meanwhile, knelt behind Dorothy and wrapped his hands around her chest, squeezing her bare breasts with his powerful long fingers. And as Little Witch began to cum, the Vampire leaned his head down to Dorothy neck. Fireworks were exploding before Little Witch's eyes, reds, blues, brilliant whites. She knew the Vampire was going to bite her friend again, and this thought sent her tumbling over the edge to orgasm. She wanted nothing more in the world right then, than for him to suck more of Dorothy's blood, and then to fuck Little Witch again! She lifted her ass in the air and pressed her pussy hard against Dorothy's lapping tongue, moaning and shouting as she came, "Oh, fuck me again, Mister Daddy Vampire! Please, please, fuck me again!" At that very moment, she heard Dorothy yelp, and felt her go limp between her legs, and she knew her lover was feasting on virgin blood once more. Then he stood, and Dorothy collapsed unconscious to the floor, and Little Witch saw that the Vampire's cock was a solid pole again; it seemed even longer and thicker and redder than it had before. His beautiful blue eyes gleaming, he stepped over the motionless body of Dorothy on the floor and climbed onto the bed, onto Little Witch. As his cock slipped effortlessly into her needy, waiting cunt, he kissed her, and her heart thrilled at the taste of her friend's blood on his tongue. And then his hips began driving, his long stiff cockpole ramming deep inside her. He broke their kiss and lifted his face above hers, and she smiled up at him, a smile filled with the pure joy of the feeling of his huge and glorious member stretching her open and filling her full. Looking down at her with those eyes focused directly into hers, he spoke with his commanding voice. "Whenever I want you, Little Witch, you will come to me." She nodded. "I will," she said, "but how will I know when you want me?" "I will let you know," he said, and she nodded again, before realizing that the Vampire had not spoken these words, his lips had not moved at all. She simply heard them, in her brain. "Whenever you want to fuck me," Little Witch answered, "I will let you." But she did not speak these words, either, merely thought them. And suddenly her mind was filled with strange and wonderful thoughts and feelings, not merely her own experience of their sex, of being full and stretched wide by glorious cock, but also something new, the feeling of slick wet skin tight and warm, sliding effortlessly along throbbing flesh. She felt building tension, a climbing, rising need, the pressure in aching balls demanding release. And then she felt another thought, a desire to stop, and she understood why he wanted to stop. He didn't want to cum in her this time. And with complete understanding, Little Witch looked up at the Vampire above her, and opened her mouth. As wide as she could. "Yes," she said with her thoughts as her mouth gaped open, "Yes! Cum in my mouth, Daddy. I want to taste it, I want to feel it slide down my throat!" Instantly he was out of her, and then above her, pushing his cockhead into her waiting mouth and stroking himself. And she felt the tension in his balls, rising, rising, rising! "Oh Master! Cum for me! Release all that tension into my mouth!" And then it happened, and she felt it, an amazing feeling of cum building to explosion and firing down the length of his cock, and at that moment she also felt it slam against the back of her mouth and down her throat and she was filled, her mouth was filled with the pungent taste of him, and he wasn't done, more explosions, more release, pumping cum into her. She gulped and gulped it down as more and more cum fired out of him, until finally she felt a feeling of absolute satisfaction, and he was done. With his cockhead still twitching against her tongue, she swallowed the last of what was in her mouth, the best Halloween treat she'd ever had. He helped her dress, when they were done, and dressed himself. Then he picked up the beautiful black wool and purple velvet cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders and fastened the silver clasp. "You'll need this," he said, "so that you don't get cold as you walk home." "I promise I'll bring it back," she said, looking down admiringly at it. "It's you're now," the Vampire said. "It looks so lovely on you, I could never take it back." "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Can I really have it?" "Of course," the Vampire said. "It is a proper thing, for a vampire's lover, to have a splendid cloak." Little Witch grinned broadly up at him, agreeing completely. The Vampire walked over to Dorothy, limp and lifeless on the floor, and snapped his fingers, and she awoke. "I _told_ you the Pitchford Mansion has the best Halloween treats ever!" Dorothy announced with surprisingly loud self-assurance, as she and Little Witch made their way back down the path through the woods. Her blue and white gingham dress was buttoned tight against her neck, her long white stockings showing only the slightest hint of skin below the dress's bottom hem. She was pulling treat upon treat out of a small coffin-shaped candy box, popping each one into her mouth before she had even finished with the previous. Little Witch looked at her, incredulous. "Don't you remember anything that happened back there?" Dorothy munched, her mouth completely full. "Ob courb I remeber," she said, trails of caramel spittle drooling from her mouth. "That kind handsome man gabe us a bunch of canby!" For a moment, Little Witch's own memory faltered. Is it possible that it was all a dream? Just a Halloween-fueled fantasy? As she herself pulled a bloody eyeball truffle from her coffin candy box, she remembered the warmth of the fire, as if she were still sitting in the parlor of the big old house right now; she could hear the solid tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock, the taste of the mulled wine... She licked her lips, and smiled. She tasted _him_ on her lips. The sharp sweetness of his kiss, the salty tang of his manhood, the thick bitterness as he filled her mouth. And she felt him between her legs; she felt how he had stretched her, forced her open, twice!, and how he had filled her there, too. And she could sense that he was now sitting before the fire, listening to the ticking clock, his thoughts mingling with hers. He was smiling. His cock was limp though long and thick, and, she knew, quite pleased with itself for its conquest that night. Which made the Little Witch smile even more. She pulled the purple velvet collar of her royal cloak tight around her neck, smelling him--smelling the fragrance of the Vampire --in the soft, warm, comforting cloth. Her smile turned into a laugh, a laugh that rang through the nighttime woods. It was true! It wasn't a dream! He gave me his cloak! I am his lover, his... the thought came to her instantly, floating down on the wind from the great old dark house: You are the child bride of the great Vampire Regalus, the King of the Undead. You are his, and his forever! At the sound of her companion's laugh, Dorothy's attention was momentarily attracted away from her box of candy, and she looked at Little Witch clutching the purple velvet collar about her neck. "Oh," she said, sounding confused. "Yeab, I remeber." She swallowed her mouthful of candy. "He lent you his cloak, because you were cold." No! Little Witch wanted to shout. He didn't lend it to me, he gave it to me! We made love, we fucked, I am his child bride! "Eat some of the candy!" Dorothy said, pulling more treats from the coffin shaped candy box and completely oblivious to the thoughts ringing through Little Witch's brain. "It's so good!" But Little Witch didn't want any candy right then. She licked her lips again to savor the lingering taste of their encounter, of the wonderful Halloween treat her master, her sire, her lover, had given her. And she would savor it for as long as she possibly could. And she knew that soon, he'd call her back, and she would be his child bride again. So she just smiled at her friend. "I'm not hungry. I'm okay for now." Chipmunk-cheeked, Dorothy smiled back, a smile of pure Halloween happiness. "This ibs the best Hallobeen eber!" she exclaimed, the woods ringing with her own laugh now. "It is! It's the best Halloween ever!" Little Witch said aloud, as much to the stars as to her friend; to the crows, to the wind, the leaves and the trees, and to her Vampire lover. To the King of the Undead! [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. Also, visit my story site at www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Dancing In the Sunshine (story codes: m(15)g(11), first, rom) ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH =============== Jessie pulled the pillow over her head. The morning sun was filling her room with a most annoyingly bright and cheery light. God, I've got to remember to put a blanket over the window before I go to bed! she thought as she pushed the pillow as hard as she could into her face. As she lay there, slowly realizing that she would eventually have to get out of bed before her annoying little brother came in and started shouting about breakfast, she tried so hard to remember what it was like when summer break had begun. Everything was possibilities! It was just a wide-open, never-ending, glorious summer awaiting her. But here it is, mid-August, and school starts in two weeks. Ugg. And to make matters even worse she starts at a whole new school, Jefferson Heights Middle School, where she will be puny little sixth grader surrounded by a whole bunch of seventh and eighth graders who'll be mean and snotty and cliquey just like seventh and eighth graders always are. Her mother had told her many times that she should be excited because she gets to see all her friends again and make new friends too, but the truth is she only really has about four friends and she doesn't want any more, and she hung out with them all summer anyway, and they don't have very many classes together so the truth is, Mom, that I'll see even less of my friends once school starts! She sat up and, with a great deal of effort, swung her feet off the edge of the bed. As she leaned over to put on her slippers, she thought about what it was that she wanted to do this summer. She wanted to write a graphic novel, that's one thing. It was going to be science fiction, about a girl who flew space ships and fought wacky aliens and met a boy. She started it a couple times but, well, you know, she had all summer to write her book and now it's August and school is starting and-- "Jessie!" she heard her brother shout. "Breakfast!" "I'm coming!" she shouted back. She leaned back on her elbows on the bed. What else was she going to do this summer? Swim a lot. She did that. Learn to play guitar. Didn't get that done. Read all of the Stargames books. OK, she got that done, too. It took even more effort for her to heave herself up from her bed onto her feet. Ugg. "Jessie!" Her brother banged on her door. "I'm coming!" she shrieked. It hurt her vocal chords, she'd yelled so loud. "Good morning sweetie," her mother said to her as she pushed some scrambled eggs from a frying pan onto a plate sitting in front of her. "Some toast?" Grunt. The toast appeared. "Some orange juice?" Grunt. The orange juice appeared. "Jessica," her mother said once they were all sitting down. "Andrew has a cookout for his little league team this afternoon and since I'm on call tonight, I need you to go with him." Jessie dropped her fork on her plate with an audible clank. "Jessica," her mother said in her stern-mother voice. "Why can't dad go?" "I don't know. Her just emailed me that he couldn't go." Probably has a date, Jessie thought to herself, and she knew that her Mom was thinking the same thing. "But I was going to go to Amanda's house!" "I know, dear. I'm sorry." "It's not your fault," Jessica mumbled into her plate. Her mom smiled at her. "I wrote the address down in the whiteboard. You can ride your bikes, it's only a couple miles. Look up directions on your phone, OK?" Grunt. So that's what Jessica has to look forward to. A boring day followed by a little league cookout with twenty-five annoying seven year olds and even more annoying adults who will ask her all sorts of annoying adult questions like "So sweetie what do you want to be when you grow up?" "A serial killer." Wouldn't it be awesome if she answered that way? Someday she will. As they rode their bikes to the stupid cookout, the stupid sun was beating down on them and she was super hot and sweating. God this sucks. Now I will be sitting outside in this stupid sun and sweating all night. At least there'll be hotdogs, that's her favorite food, mystery meat stuffed in intestines. Yumm-ee. The cookout was actually even worse than she thought it would be. The boys were insane, running around without the slightest regard for anyone else, particularly for older sisters who didn't want to be there and just wanted to be left alone. They screamed, they wrestled, they threw food, and the adults all stood around admiring their little offspring as if they were the most wonderful, humorous things that had ever graced the world with their presence. Jessie found the shadiest spot in the yard, which was't easy, and sat down, leaning against a fence. At least she'd been smart enough to bring a book. She'd already read this particular book three or four times but oh well, it's better than the alternative that's for sure. About ten pages into the book, the sun blazing hot even in the shade, she distinctly heard a voice. "Hey, can I get you a coke or something?" This didn't make any sense; no one at this party would say anything that nice to her, right? She looked over the top of her book, but saw no one. She'd almost convinced herself that it was a hallucination when she turned her head and saw him. OK, Jess, catch your breath. Don't do anything stupid. She looked at him and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Her brain froze. She just sat there with her mouth open in dead silence. So much for not doing anything stupid. She felt extremely embarrassed. Oh damn. No, Jess, don't blush. Whatever you do, don't blush! Of course she could feel her face getting hot and she knew she was blushing. OK Jess you gotta say something. Say something smart! "Huh?" Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. "Um, do you want a coke? Or there's watermelon. And hotdogs." "Watermelon?" she said. It wasn't clear even to her if it was a question or a request or maybe she just forgot all about verbs? All about the English language in general? For some reason she added "please?" which while extremely awkward at least cleared up the question about whether or not it was a request. "I'll be right back," the most beautiful boy in the world said to her. "'K," she said back. A minute later he returned with a plate full of watermelon slices. He sat down next to her. "I thought we could share the same plate, is that OK?" "Yeah," she said. At some point, she was reasonably confident, she will be able to form complete sentences again. "So what are you doing at this cookout?" he asked her. "My brother..." She had to pause to clear some watermelon out of her mouth. "...plays on the team." "Oh, and your parents dragged you along?" She shook her head as she tried to swallow another bite. "My mom's om mall," she said. "Huh?" She cleared her mouth. "My mom's on call at the emergency room. She's a doctor." "Oh, cool." "And I guess my dad had a date or something." "Oh." "So that left me to take Andy to his cookout." "Oh. Well that's nice of you." "Yeah?" She didn't feel like she had been at all nice about it. "Yeah, you must be a good big sister. I bet he thinks you're the best big sister in the world." She laughed. "I don't think so." "You'd be surprised." "So, why are you here? At this cookout, I mean?" she asked him. Wow, the complete sentences are just flowing out of her! Maybe not completely coherent but it's a start. "I live here. My dad's the coach." "Oh, cool." "I'm Jason, by the way." "I'm Jessie." "Sweet!" They both laughed. "I mean, it's a nice name," he said. "Jason's nice too." "Thanks!" "Jason!" she heard a kid yell. "Come play football with us!" "Just a sec!" he yelled. "Sorry," he said to Jessie. "I gotta go, I promised my brother I would play football with him." "OK." "Hey, I got a baseball game tomorrow. It's at McKinley Field at four, you should come watch!" "Sure," she said. Except she had just taken a big bite of watermelon so it came out more like "Gurb." ---- Her pen was flying furious over the pages of her sketch book. She was already five pages into the story; Alexandra had left home, gone to flight school, become a cadet, got her own ship, wasted a few nasty aliens. "Wow, that's so cool!" her little brother said, looking over her shoulder. She smiled to herself, remembering what the boy at the cookout had said about her and her brother. Maybe he was right? And you know, even though she always calls him her "annoying little brother," the truth is that he's not that annoying. All seven year old boys are annoying, but he's not nearly as bad as most of them. She turned the page and drew the next frame. In this one, Alexandra would meet the man that would become the love of her life. He was a space pirate that she had to arrest. As she drew the man, she realized that he looked an awful lot like the boy from the cookout. She flipped to the middle of the sketch book and just started drawing him, the boy from the cookout. Jason. She'd never been very good at realism, particularly not from memory, but when she finished his face, she thought it looked pretty good. She drew his neck, then his shoulders, then his chest. She intentionally left him shirtless, even though she didn't know what he looked like without his shirt on. Thinking about what he looked like without his shirt on caused her to wonder what he looked like without other articles of clothing on. She didn't know how old he was but he was definitely a teenager, and she knew that teenage boys looked a lot like grown men in, how shall we say it, certain parts of their bodies. She smiled to herself. Then she thought, if he's a teenager, then he's not going to be at all interested in an eleven year old sixth grader like me. Then she realized that he probably only asked her to come to his game because she looked lonely and he felt sorry for her. That made her feel depressed. She tore the picture of him out of her sketch book and threw it in the garbage, then went up to her room. The only thing she could do was try to make herself look older. She took off her shirt and looked at herself in the mirror, trying different poses. The truth is, she just didn't have much up top to work with. She had a little more than some of her friends, a little less than others, but not much. She tried on all her bras to see which one made her look the biggest, but none of them helped at all. Most of them made her look completely flat. She went downstairs. "Mom, I need a new bra." Her mom looked up from the newspaper. "Yeah, I guess you are growing, aren't you?" "Mom!" "How 'bout we go shopping this weekend?" "No, I need it today!" "Today? What's the rush?" "I just need it!" "OK, OK. Here," she took a twenty out of her purse. "You'll have ride your bike over to Target, I'm afraid I'm too busy to go with you." "Thanks Mom!" she hollered, already running out the door. She tried on all kinds of bras before she found the right one. It had pretty thick padding on the cups, which helped, and they were a little too big for her, which helped, too. But more importantly, it was an underwire bra that was sort of a "push-up." When she stood in front of the mirror in the changing room, it did look like she had a little cleavage. OK, she really had to use her imagination to see it, but it was better than nothing! She had enough money left over to buy some eye liner and lipstick. She thought she looked pretty good when she got dressed for the baseball game. She was wearing a white tanktop teeshirt that hung pretty low on her chest. You actually could see some cleavage! At least you could if she remembered to keep pulling the shirt down in the front. You could sort of see the pink and green stripes of the bra through the shirt but she thought that was OK. She was wearing a little yellow miniskirt that was well above the knee, although she had to hike the waist up a lot to get it as short as she wanted. And she had her favorite tennies on, too. Then she put some eyeliner and lipstick on. Well, I might not look like a teenager, but it's the best I can do. She got to McKinley Field before the game started and sat behind the big fence behind home plate. She didn't know much about baseball but at least she knew it was called "home plate." Jason saw her and came over, hooking his fingers in the fence. "Hi, Jessie!" he said. "Thanks for coming!" "Sure," she said, feeling her face get a little hot. She hoped he couldn't see that she was pulling the front of her shirt down. She really didn't know what was going on in the game, but at least the scoreboard said that Jason's team was winning, and he seemed to do pretty well, there were a few times that his teammates gave him "high fives" and stuff like that. After the game they were sitting on a bench, drinking cokes that he bought them from the concession stand. "So your parents didn't come to your game?" she asked him. "No, my dad coaches little league, you know." "Oh, right." "And my mom is dead." He said it so matter-of-fact that it sounded weird. "Oh, I'm sorry, I..." "It's OK," he said. "You didn't know." "So, what, like, when?" she stammered. "She died three years ago. Cancer." "Oh." She didn't really know what to say. "That sucks." "It's OK." He smiled at her, like he was trying to show her that it really was OK. She looked at his face and she couldn't help thinking, he's so beautiful. He has the most beautiful eyes in the world. "Hey," he said, "would you want to go to a movie tomorrow?" She felt herself blush, hard. Was he asking her out on a date? Her first date! She opened her mouth to say "Yes!!!" but no words came out. "I've only got my learners permit," he said, "so I can't drive or anything, but we could go to a matinee and we could ride our bikes. If you want." "OK," she managed to say. He rode his bike home with her, all the way to her house from McKinley Field even though she knew it was way out of his way. "So should I swing by here tomorrow? Maybe like around three o'clock?" She wasn't sure what he meant. "For the movie?" "Oh, yeah!" She felt very stupid. "Yeah, three o'clock, OK." "Sweet! See ya then!" and he pedaled off into the sunset. ---- She jumped out of bed the second that the morning sun filled her room with its wonderfully bright and cheery light. She pulled on her slippers and ran downstairs. "I'll make breakfast today, Ma!" she shouted. "Well!" her mom said. "Scrambled eggs?" "Sure!" "Andrew, you want scrambled eggs?" "French toast!" "OK," she said. "Well!" her mom said again. "Mom," Jessie said as they were eating breakfast. "I'm going to a movie this afternoon, OK?" "Sure. What movie?" "I'm not sure. It's a matinee. I'm leaving at three." "OK." Her graphic novel took a decidedly romantic turn. Every frame had the space pirate in it; Jessie decided his name should be Jacob, because it was so close to Jason. Alexandra took Jacob to jail but he escaped, and he chased her all over the galaxy. At first he wanted to kill her, but then he fell in love with her, and he finally caught her and told her how much he loved her and she became a space pirate too and they raced all around the galaxy, killing aliens and stealing treasure. It was pretty good! She spent at least an hour getting ready for the first date in her life. She tried on every article of clothing that she had. She eventually settled on a white blouse that she left unbuttoned down to the top of her bra--of course it was her new "push-up" bra--and a black pleated skirt that she hiked up as far as she decently could. She was sitting in her front yard with her bike ready when Jason rode up. "Wow," he said, "you look nice." She felt her face blush hard. The movie was--oh, who cares about the movie? It was some dumb movie. All that mattered to Jessie was that half-way through the movie Jason had reached his hand over, really cautiously, and put it on top of hers. They held hands through the whole rest of the movie. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought everyone in the movie theater must know. When he dropped her off at her house, he told her he had another baseball game the next afternoon. "Would you like to come?" "Yeah!" She grinned broadly. "I'd love to!" "Good! It's at four again at McKinley Field. Maybe afterwards, we could go get a burger or something?" "Sure!" Wow, a second date! That night she stayed up way late texting with her friends: Jessie: So he asked me out on a second date! :) Bea: No way! Amanda: :) Yasmine: Awesome! Im so jealous i wish i had a boy! Bea: How far did u go? Jessie: He held my hnad! Amanda: Awwwwwww :) Bea: You need to go way farther Jessie: ? Yasmine: Does he text you? Jessie: He doesn't even have my phone number Yasmine: ??? Then he isn't your boyfriend Bea: High school boys expect way more than hand holding Yasmine: No kid Jessie: You think I should kiss him? Bea: Duh Yasmine: More than that Jessie: ? Yasmine: He's gona want way more than that Bea: Yeah he is Jessie: He hasn't even tried to kiss me yet Yasmine: He isn't your boyfriend Bea: You need 2 kiss him Jessie: You think? Yasmine: Yeah! Amanda: Yeah Bea: You should do more than just kiss Jessie: Like what Bea: You know Jessie: You guys are stoopid Bea: I gotta go u better kiss him :) Yasmine: Night! Jessie: Night! Amanda: Night! As she lay in bed trying to get to sleep, she thought about what her friends said. She knew they were right. She needed to kiss him, and she probably needed to go further than that. How far does he want to go? Maybe all the way! Would she really let him? Maybe. Of course he probably doesn't want to go anywhere, that's why he hasn't even kissed her yet. He probably just held her hand to be nice because he knows she has a crush on him. That's probably what it is. It made her want to cry, to think that. ---- She was very nervous when she showed up at Jason's baseball game the next day, but he smiled so sweetly at her when he said "hi" that she felt a lot better, and she actually had a good time at the game, even though his team lost. After the game she overheard one of his teammates saying, "Hey Jason, you coming to Pizza Hut with us?" To which Jason replied, "No, I got plans." "It's OK, if you want to go with your friends," she said to him when he came over to her. "Huh?" "To Pizza Hut." "Oh, that." He looked at her with a funny expression. "Don't you want to get a burger?" "No, I do, I just..." "I don't want to hang out with those guys, I see them all the time. I never get to see you!" That made her smile and blush a little. "I can't believe school starts in two weeks," Jason said as they were eating their burgers and drinking their malts. "I know, right? Like where did the summer go?" "Yeah. So, like, what's your favorite subject?" "I guess art." "Really? You draw?" "Yeah," she blushed. "I wrote a graphic novel." "Really?" "Well, more like a graphic short story." They both laughed. "What's it about?" "About a girl, and a boy. It's science fiction." "I love science fiction. You gotta show it to me!" She had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. "You could come over, like maybe tomorrow? I could show it to you." "That'd be great. So, you done eating?" "Yeah." He ate a few of her french fries, then took out his wallet and grabbed the bill. "I can pay some," she said. "No way. We're on a date, aren't we?" "Yeah, I guess." He looked at her funny again, and she felt bad, like she made him feel bad or something. She wanted to tell him that she really liked him, and that she wanted to kiss him and do whatever, but she didn't know what to say. He came back to the table. "You want to go down to the river before we go home?" "Yeah, sure," she said, trying to sound excited. They locked their bikes up in the park and walked down the grass to the river. "Should we sit down?" he said. "Yeah." They sat there in the quiet late-afternoon sunshine for a little while. "Look, Jessie," he said. "Yeah?" "So, you know, I'm gonna be a sophomore, you know." "Yeah." "And you're--what grade are you in? Eighth?" She thought about lying to him, saying yes. "Something like that," she said instead. "I wish I had met you earlier in the summer. 'Cause now, once school starts, we'll probably never see each other." "Yeah." She felt sad. "So, you should probably know, I'm only gonna be in sixth grade." Now she felt really sad. She figured he'd just get up and run away, and she could hardly blame him. He looked surprised as he looked at her. "Really? You seem lots older." That made her feel a little better. "So I suppose you don't want go on any more dates with a sixth grader, huh?" He was quiet. She felt herself starting to cry and she turned her face away from him. He put a hand on her shoulder, a very soft, tender touch. "I really like you Jessie." he said. Somehow that just made her sadder. But then he said, "I really want you to be my girlfriend." She wiped the tears from her face and turned and looked at him. "I really want you to be my boyfriend." He pulled her closer to him. "It's settled then!" "You mean, you're OK with it?" "Let's be boyfriend and girlfriend at least until school starts, OK? Maybe after that it won't work, I don't know. You'll probably meet a whole bunch of cool new guys at school." "No. But you'll be around all kinds of girls." "I've never met a girl that I like as much as you, Jessie." She smiled at him and she knew she was blushing but she didn't care. She could feel her heart pounding and she felt really light. They just sat there for a little while and didn't say anything. "So, um," Jessie said, trying to talk even though her heart was pounding. "So, if we're boyfriend/girlfriend, then, maybe we should kiss?" He grinned at her. "I think we should." Jessie really didn't know what to expect, because she'd never kissed a boy before. The first thing she noticed was his breath as his mouth got close to hers, it smelled--it smelled really really nice and made her suddenly feel really warm. And then their lips met, but he didn't pull away after, he kept his lips on hers, pressing against hers. And then she felt him pushing his tongue in between her lips. She was a little freaked out, she'd heard about tonguing before but now it was happening to her! She opened her lips a little and his tongue went into her mouth, and she tasted him. He tasted so wonderful! It made her feel so warm, and comforted, the way he tasted. They didn't stop kissing for a very long time. It seemed like hours, or maybe a second, Jessie had no idea how long but she knew she never wanted it to stop. She wanted him to keep his tongue in her forever. It was really late, after nine o'clock, when she finally got home. Her mom was sitting on the couch. "Where have you been?" she asked, sounding a little angry. "Out," she said. "You need to call or something. I was worried." "OK, sorry Mom." "That's OK. I hope you had fun?" "Yep." She texted her friends to tell them that they kissed. Then she realized that she still hadn't given him her phone number. Stupid! ---- It was around two in the afternoon the next day when the doorbell rang. Her mom was at work and Andrew never answers the door so she pulled herself up and walked to the door. It was Jason. "Hey," he said. "You told me to stop by to see your graphic novel." "Oh, yeah!" she said. She was totally embarrassed because she was dressed really shabby and everything. She invited him in. Andrew came running into the room. "Who's here?" "Andrew, this is Jason. Jason, Andrew." "I know you, you're Evan's brother!" "Yep." "I'm going to show Jason my graphic novel so don't bug us!" "It's so cool Jason you'll love it! It's got aliens and laser guns and stuff." Jason smiled at him. "Sounds cool!" "Come on," Jessie said, and led him upstairs to her bedroom. "Sorry it's such a mess, I should have cleaned up." She closed the door behind them. "That's OK." They sat on her bed and she took out her sketch book. He paged through it, reading. She was totally embarrassed when he got to the pictures of the space pirate, because she knew it looked like him, but he didn't seem to notice. "Wow," he said when he finished. "That was awesome. You need to get this published!" She blushed. "It's nothing. I did it in like a half-hour." "It's really cool." He put his hand on her knee. She felt all light-headed again; what she really, really, really wanted to do was to kiss him again, so she just turned her face towards his and hoped that he would kiss her. And he did. They sat there kissing forever, with his tongue in her mouth again, and she felt all warm and everything. As they kissed, they both just sort of naturally lay back onto her bed and then they lay there kissing for a really long time. Eventually they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Did you like it?" Andrew hollered through the door. "Andrew, I told you not to bug us!" "Yeah, it's really cool," Jason said loudly. "Can I come in?" "No! Get lost!" "Come on, I'm bored! Jason, let's play catch!" Jason looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. He leaned down and give her one last kiss, a big, wet kiss. Then he got up. "OK, Andy," he said. She sat outside and watched them play catch for a while, then got them all lemonade. When Jason finished his lemonade, he said he needed to get home. When he got his bike, she stood up on her tippy-toes and gave him a little kiss. She didn't even care if Andrew saw. "I need to give you my phone number so you can text me," she said. "Yeah!" He took his phone out and she told him her number and he texted her a smiley face. After dinner she got a text from him. "Want to hang out at the park?" "Yeah" "See you in a few?" "Yeah" "Mom, I'm going out!" she hollered as she put her shoes on. "OK. Remember to text me if you're going to be late!" "Mom," she heard Andrew's voice, "Jessie has a boyfriend!" "Andrew, you brat!" she yelled. "Really?" her mom said. "Gotta go!" "Yeah, it's Evan's brother," Andrew said. "Coach Johnson's son? Isn't he older?" "He's in high school!" "I gotta go! See ya!" "You wait one minute, Jessica." "Mom, we're just friends. Andrew's such a brat, you know that. I gotta go." "Are you going to meet him?" "Um..." "Jessica, sit down for a minute, I want to talk." She sat down with a loud grunt. "Mom, we're just friends." "Jessie, dear," her mom said, trying to sound nice. "You're too young to have a boyfriend." "Mommmmm!" "How serious are you?" "We're just friends." "She kissed him!" "Andrew you brat!!!" "Jessica," her mom used her stern-mother voice this time. "You are too young to understand. Boys--high school boys--they, they have different expectations. You're too young to understand." "Yeah, you said that already. I know what you're talking about. Don't worry he's a 'perfect gentleman.'" She tried to not sound too sarcastic when she said that. "Besides, we're just friends. Andrew doesn't know what he's talking about." "How old is he?" "I don't know. He's a sophomore." "A sophomore!" "Mom, I gotta go." "Jessie, I don't think you know what you're getting into." She sighed, very heavily. "Can I go?" "Where are you going?" "To the park. Just to hang out." "Are his friends there?" "No." "OK, I guess that's OK. But you be careful, OK? If anything happens at all you need to tell me. And, I want you to invite him over here for dinner tomorrow. I want to meet him." "Mom! I can't do that! How embarrassing!" "OK, then, you text him back and tell him you can't meet him." "Mom!" "Jessica..." Stern-mother voice again. "OK, fine, I'll invite him over to dinner." "OK. You can go. But tell me if anything at all happens, OK? And text me if you're going to be out later than nine." "OK. Bye!" Thank god that was over. Andrew is such a brat! When she got to the park she saw him standing by the bikes. He waved to her. "Sorry it took me so long, Andrew told Mom I have a 'boyfriend' so we had to have the whole talk." "That sucks." They held hands as they started walking down to the river. "She wants you to come over tomorrow for dinner so she can meet you." "Yeah?" "Sorry. I had to promise to invite you, so that she'd let me leave the house." "Does she know that I'm, like, in high school?" "Yeah, she knows who you are. Andrew told her. You can say no if you want." "It's OK, I'll come." Jessica wasn't sure if she was happy about that or not. When they got down to the river they walked a ways until they were in a more secluded area, and then they lay down on the grass and almost immediately they started kissing. They just lay there and kissed and kissed and kissed. He was laying next to her while they kissed and he had his hand on her stomach, and then she could feel him moving his fingers up, really slowly and cautiously, while they kissed. Her heart was pounding. Is he going to feel me up? He's going to feel me up! Pretty soon is was obvious; he had his hand on her rib cage, he'd moved it up like three or four inches now, and then he just went for it! He moved his hand right onto one of her breasts! She just lay there, she was so terrified and nervous and excited that she couldn't even move, she just lay there while he kissed her with his tongue in her mouth and felt her up! After a little while he moved his hand down and slipped it under the bottom of her shirt and then pushed it right up, right onto her bra. Then he moved his fingers up to the top of the bra cup and slipped them under it and his fingers were right on her breast! Right on her bare breast! She felt so hot, she knew her face was bright red, and her heart was pounding hard. He rubbed her nipple with his fingers, rubbing back and forth over it, and it was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever felt. And then he moved his hand over to her other breast and slipped his fingers under the cup and rubbed that nipple, too. All the sudden she remembered that she promised to text her mom. "What time is it?" she said, sounding like she was panicking. He quickly pulled his hand out of her shirt. "I don't know." She pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I told my mom I would text her if I was going to be later than nine." "Oh. I suppose we should probably go, huh?" "No!" she said, rather more emphatically than she intended. "I mean, it's OK, I'll just text her, and then you can... I mean we can..." He smiled at her. It was a funny sort of smile. She quick texted her mom, "Ma I'll be a little late coming home soon all is OK." She slipped her phone back in her pocket and lay back down and looked expectantly up at him. He leaned his face down to her and started kissing her again and slipped his hand back up her shirt. "I should probably go," she said eventually after he'd been feeling her up forever. "Yeah," he said, pulling his hand out of her shirt. But he had that same smile, a wry sort of smile. She lay in bed that night and masturbated, gently twirling a finger over her clitoris and rubbing her nipples and thinking about him touching her. Oh, I want him to touch me more! I want him to touch me so badly! She smiled as she fell into a wonderful, deep sleep. ---- Dinner the next evening was a nerve-wracking experience for Jessie. When Jason first arrived, she found it hard to think about anything other than how they could get alone together and make out. And she was mortified that her mom would do something embarrassing. But actually her mom was pretty cool, all things considered, and Andrew thought it was just the neatest thing in the world to have Evan's big brother over for dinner and insisted on playing catch with him when they were done eating. While they were playing catch, Jessie and her mom did the dishes "He seems very nice, Jessie." "Yeah." "I think I'm inclined to believe you about him being a 'perfect gentleman.'" Jessie tried to only smile to herself. "So while I'm still opposed to you having a boyfriend at your age, I'm not going to say anything more." "Mom, he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends." "I'm not going to say anything more." "So was that just awful for you?" she asked him as they walked to the park after dinner. "No, it was fun!" They started holding hands once they were out of sight of the house, and when they got to the park they went right to their favorite special place. They were making out in an instant and he put his hand on her belly. But this time he didn't move it up her shirt. This time she felt his fingers start moving down. Oh my god he's going to put his hand down my pants! His fingers slipped under the waistband of her shorts, and then her panties. He pushed them down quickly until they were in her pubic hair, and then down even more. Without even really thinking about it she opened her legs so he could touch her private parts. His finger moved around a little bit, pushing a little in between her labia, and she knew that he knew that she was really, really wet inside her and she was just so embarrassed! He fingered her for a little while and she was felling really nervous and excited, and then all the sudden she just started putting her hand down his pants. All the sudden she really, really wanted to touch him, too. She didn't even really think about. It was like she wasn't thinking, just _doing_. She got her hand into his pants but didn't really find what she was expecting. Mainly there was just lots of hair, way more hair than she had that's for sure. She pushed further and her fingers bumped against something but she couldn't really find a hard-on or whatever. He reached a hand down and unbuttoned his pants and fished in his underwear and a second later he was pulling his penis out of the fly of his underwear and she pulled her hand out and wrapped it around his penis. What she remembers the most about it was how hot it was. Hot and hard, she'll never forget that about it. She just sort of held into it, not really knowing what to do, and way too nervous to do anything else so she just held onto it really tight. After a couple minutes they both sat up and got their clothes all situated, and they walked back to her house. "So tomorrow and Sunday are the playoffs, for my baseball team. Will you come? "Definitely!" "Sweet!" ---- There were two baseball games the next day, and Jason's dad came to them so even though Jason was really nice to her and even gave her a kiss it's not like they were able to go make out or anything. Jason's team did win both games, in case you're keeping up with the box scores. That night, around eight, she got a text. "Let's meet at the park." Is there any doubt the Jessie was out the door in an instant? Kissing; his hands up her shirt; his hand down her pants; her hands unbuttoning his pants, fishing his penis out. As she held tight to his amazingly hot and hard erection she felt his fingers groping in her wet vagina, exploring, pushing into her. Eventually he pulled his hand out of her pants, having apparently found everything he was searching for, and to her surprise he moved up, he slid himself up on the grass until his penis was in front of her face. Not entirely sure what was going on, she felt him hold her head, pulling her towards him, and she opened her mouth and his penis went in. He let out a little sound, "Ohhhh," quiet and very sweet; then he reached down and wrapped a hand around his penis. He moved his hand up and down, only about three or four times, and he made another quiet sound, this time a low grunt, "Uhhhgg," and she felt something warm in her mouth, thick and salty, and she knew that it was his semen. He grunted again and more semen came out if him. It didn't taste very good but she swallowed it, which was good because he kept ejaculating for a little while longer and it was good to get it out of her mouth since there was still more coming. When he finished, he just kept her head cradled to him with his penis in her mouth, breathing hard, while she swallowed the rest of it. My "perfect gentleman!" She thought, smiling as she lay in bed that night. "Perfect gentleman" my ass! He ejaculated in my mouth! ---- Her pen flew again over the pages of her sketch book. Alexandra and Jacob were running from the authorities, fighting aliens along the way. Eventually they landed on an barren planet with lots of scary aliens that they had to kill; they decided to stay on the planet and build a house and plant a farm. She even included a "PG 13" sex scene! In one frame they were talking about how they needed to populate the planet with people, and in the next frame they were in bed with the bedsheets covering them, Jacob on top of Alexandra and letting out a low grunt, "Uhhhgg." In the next scene Alexandra was holding a baby. The story ended with the planet now a beautiful place with trees and flowers and children running through fields. After church, she ate her lunch as quickly as she could and ran upstairs to get ready for the next baseball game, the championship game, the last game of the season. When she came downstairs wearing her favorite outfit, the push-up bra, the tanktop, the yellow miniskirt, her mom looked her over. "Isn't that a little revealing?" she asked. "Mom!" "Oh come on, you're my little baby, you don't need to grow up so quick." "Mommmmm..." They all went to the game; her mom, her little brother, and her, and they sat with Evan and Coach Johnson as they watched the game. Coach Johnson seemed to be aware that there was something special between Jessie and Jason, and it didn't seem to bother him too much. In fact, she even noticed that every once and a while he looked at her in a funny way, the way older men sometimes look at girls. The game went really well, and since Andrew and Evan were sitting with her now she could ask them questions and even started to understand the finer points. Jason, she figured out, had two hits--a single at his first at bat, and a double later in the game. He also walked once and "hit into a double play," which apparently wasn't a good thing. But he scored one run, after his double when the next player got a hit, and he also got an "RBI" which apparently _was_ a good thing. His team won, 7 to 5. City champions! There was a celebration party at the Johnsons' afterwards and the whole team went, and so did her family. It was really fun, and even though Jason was a "perfect gentleman" (tee hee) the whole time, she still felt like he treated her very special; he was always finding ways to be sitting next to her, no matter what was going on, and found all kinds of reasons to touch her, on her shoulder or her arm and even once, really briefly, on her butt. The party ended around six and she went home, but she sort of expected the text that she got a couple hours later. "Park?" Her heart was beating hard and her head was light as she rode her bike as fast as she could to the park. Kissing again; hands up shirt again; hands down pants again. He groped at her wet vagina like he does, pushing his finger in, almost too deep this time, it hurt a little. And it was funny because she realized that he didn't seem to know about her clitoris. He never really touched it. This time, since she'd seen a bit of what he did with his penis when it was in her mouth, she didn't just grip tight to his erection like she had the last two times; this time she moved her hand up and down on it, like he had done. And she was feeling brave, so after doing that for a little while she slipped her hand inside the fly of his boxers and felt his testicles. This was the first time she'd felt his testicles and they seemed very big and very hairy to her. He seemed to have finished groping at her vagina and he pulled his hand out of her pants, and then he started sliding up the grass, just like he had the night before. Yes! Her heart was pounding in her chest. Yes! Put it in my mouth again! She opened her mouth wide when he got his penis up to her face and he slipped it in. Then he reached down and started rubbing himself again, cradling her head to him with his other arm. "Oh, Jessie," he said, "Oh, Jessie, oh, Jessie!" He grunted again, that same low, quiet, masculine sound, and her mouth filled with his semen. ---- She texted him the next morning. "I got another chapter of my graphic novel done you want to come see it" "Yeah" "Mom works at 10 come over after that" "OK" She spent the next hour cleaning her room up really nice. She put all her stuffed animals in the closet because she didn't want to seem like a little girl but then she decided that was too much and she took a couple of her favorite ones out and lay them on the pillows of her bed and they looked really cute. Then she set about conspiring to get Andrew out of the house. "Do you have some friends you want to play with today?" "Huh? Why?" "I don't know, I just thought you might. Why don't you call Jerry or Fred and see if they want to play baseball at the park? I'll give you some money to buy some junk food." "Yeah? OK!" Jason knocked on her door at 10:05. They went straight up to her bedroom. He read the next chapter of her graphic novel while she sat there, feeling surprisingly nervous. "Wow, this is so good!" he said. "You really need to get this published!" She smiled, her face going flush. "What if, wouldn't it be cool if, like, you and me were Alexandra and Jacob? If we were flying around in space like them?" "Yeah. Jacob, he's supposed to be sort of like you." "Yeah?" She nodded, feeling very nervous, wondering if he was thinking what she was thinking, about that one frame where Alexandra and Jacob have sex. "It's really good," Jason said. "It's like my favorite graphic novel ever." She lay down on her bed, her heart pounding very hard, looking over at him and trying to tell him with her look that she wanted him to lay down next to her and kiss her some more. And he definitely understood. They don't talk when they do their thing. They never say a word. They just do what their bodies want. It's like a dance, and they both know each other's moves; they kiss and they touch and they explore each other, and they fall in love. There were new dance moves today. Instead of putting his hands up her shirt, he took her shirt off of her. He started pulling it up and she sat up and lifted her arms in the air and he took it off. And then she reached around her back and unhooked her bra, and he took it off of her. And then she lay down, topless, her heart pounding so hard, her face so hot, her head so light. He touched her breasts while they kissed, very soft and gentle, rubbing her nipples. Then he kissed her chin, and her neck, and her chest, and then he put his lips on a nipple. She cradled his head to her breast. She wanted him to kiss her nipple for ever and ever and ever. He moved his hand down her belly, down to her pants, and he unbuttoned them. Then he slipped his fingers under her panties and down to her private parts. She was as wet as she had ever been in her entire life. She sat up and pulled her pants off, then pulled his shirt off of him. They lay down again, she was only in her panties now, and he was in his shorts. He slipped his hand down her panties again and explored, pushing his finger into her. She pushed her hand down his shorts and he sat up and pulled them off, and pulled his underwear off, too, and he was naked. For the first time she could really see his penis--his cock. That's what it is, it's his cock. It stood out, so big and erect and masculine. And she knew that he was going to put it inside her. And she wanted him to. He reached down and pulled her panties off. Her heart was pounding, pounding so incredibly hard, and her breath was short and she felt like she was going to pass out. He didn't say a word, they never talk, they never speak, when they do their thing. She opened her legs and he climbed in between them. He knelt above her, leaning over onto his hands, and she felt his hard penis poking around down there, down between her legs, and she could tell he didn't know what he was doing, that he couldn't find her vagina, couldn't figure out how to put it in her. She reached down and spread her lips open and then his penis figured out where to go. His eyes were wide, looking down at her, and he had a big smile on his face, and she smiled up at him, too, even though she was so nervous and her heart was pounding so hard that she almost thought she was going to start crying. It took a little while for him to do anything. He just had his penis at the opening of her vagina and seemed to not know what to do next. But then she felt him push it in. It felt like her heart was going to explode. Even though he was pushing it in, it took a little while for him to really get it inside her. She knew he had to get past her hymen, and she'd heard that it hurt a lot when that happened, but she didn't really feel any pain. Well, at least not much, not that she can really remember. All that she can really remember is that after a little while his penis was further inside her, stretching her open and filling her up. It felt so big and wonderful! But he just kept pushing, and it really wasn't working, he couldn't really get into her, so acting almost on instinct she reached out and took his hips in her hands and pushed him back, so his penis moved out of her a bit, and then pulled him in towards her again, so that his penis pushed back in. He understood now. He pulled back and pushed in again, and he did this three or four times and then he was all the way inside her, filling her up completely, stretching her open and she just felt so wonderful, it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt, being so full and so open and so wet and so excited and nervous and totally in love. He lay down on her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and they started kissing and then he started moving, pulling back and pushing in, very slowly and gently. The sun shone through the window of her bedroom, bathing the naked lovers in its warmth. It was a comforting feeling, even motherly, as if God herself was covering them with love and letting them know that it was OK, that she approved. And they lay there in the sunshine together, learning their new dance. Jessie has no idea how long they made love that day. It might have been no more than a minute, or it might have been a hour. All she remembers is holding him tightly and kissing him so deeply as she felt his penis gently moving in and out of her vagina, filling her up, so full, so incredibly full! then pulling out and her vagina crying for him to return, and then he did return! filling her up again. She felt like a woman, loving her man, and he was such a man! He was so strong, so large above her, she just melted underneath him, and his penis was so hard, and so big, oh my god it is so big! And then she heard him grunt. She knew that sound, she was so familiar with it now, low and quiet and loving and masculine, and she knew he was coming and she was so happy, she wanted him to come so badly. He didn't pull out, and she wouldn't let him; she tightened her legs around him to hold him inside her and he grunted again, and again. And then he stopped moving inside her and just lay down on her and they held each other tightly and lay there together in the warm sunshine, breathing, just breathing. ---- The space ship flew through the emptiness of space, a million miles a second, carrying the two lovers with it. They were flying, they were fleeing, they were running away. They were running away from time, from the end of summer and from all the people who told them that it was wrong, that she was too young, that he was too young, that they both had such promising futures ahead of them. They were running away from the future. They were grasping only for the present. They were flying to the sun, to the warm, loving comfort of the sun. The sun that would tell them that it's OK, that the universe approves. The leaves on the street scattered as their space ship flew, the leaves that presaged the ending of the summer. They raced, they rode as fast as ever they could, riding as far away from everything else as it was possible for them to ride. When they finally stopped, way out in the country, so far away from everyone else that no one would even know where they were, they laughed and laughed and ran and jumped, and then they danced. They spread a blanket on the ground and the soft sunshine shown on them and loved them and they loved each other and they danced. They had lost the race with time, school starts tomorrow and everything will be different, but at least they had the present and so they danced. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected]. Also, visit my story site at www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]

Maeve and Tollof -- An excerpt from a Viking saga by Chris Hailey Copyright 2021 [email protected] Story codes: Mg(12), rom, first, preg Summary: A fragmentary passage from an epic poem in a recently discovered Norse saga. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================= A NOTE FROM DR. JOSEPH LOCKLEAR Ph.d Professor of classical studies at the University of Dublin The following story is based on a fragmentary passage from an epic poem in a recently discovered Norse saga. The events in question relate to the arrival of several Viking longboats in Ireland, at Loch Feabhail, in the early 11th century, and their efforts to seize control of a village near what is today the city of Derry. The passage, though brief, is highly erotic ("Honey flowed between the young girl's legs," etc.; such eroticism is not uncommon in the sagas). The following is a modernized retelling of the passage by Chris Hailey, an erotic story writer. "Hullo," the man said, in a broken attempt at the Irish language. The girl quickly gathered the bedsheets in her hands, pulling them around her neck as she sat up against the pillows. She looked at the man towering above her; he was large, as tall as a horse, broad in the shoulders, limbs like the trunks of trees. He had a flowing lionmane of thick blond hair and a beard to match. He wore a leather breastplate, though his muscular arms were bare, and he carried a broadsword in his hand so large that it was nearly as long as the girl was tall. Despite the unexpected apperance of a warrior in her bedchamber, her eyes betrayed not fear, but anger. "Who are you?" she demanded, in the Norse tongue. "What are you doing in my bedchamber?" The man was surprised to hear the girl speak his own language, and so fluently. "I am..." he stammered. "We are..." His words caught in part at the unexpected surprise of being addressed so curtly in his own tongue, but also in part because he began to observe the girl in bed in front of him. She was a child, though only just, or perhaps no longer. She had the auburn hair of so many of the beaitiful women of this land, dark and shining in the mid-morning sunlight cast through the window of her bedroom. Her face was pale, accented with blush; her eyes a deep and impressive green. He felt his member stiffen at the sight of her, and a thought now entered his head--he has a sword in his hand and another in his pants; she can choose which one she prefers to slice her. That thought caused him to take a step closer to the bed, raising the sword. The girl did not seem to be intimidated. "What are you doing here?" she asked again, in the same demanding tone. "My soldiers and I," he said, "are to clear the houses of people and weapons." "Your soldiers? Are you the chieftain of your tribe then?" "No, I am a captain. I serve Svartling the Great." "Oh," she said, a sound of disappointment or dismissiveness in her voice. "Only a captain? You look like you might be a chieftain." The man was cross to hear those words from her. Did she just insult my rank? But rather than scold her, or worse, he found himself quite unexpectedly falling into a defensive response. "I have risen high among Svartling's warriors, and he is an old man, and I hope to replace him as chieftain when he dies." The girl cocked her head slightly to the side and considered this for a moment. "Yes, you should," she said. "You are a specimen warrior. You should be a chieftain." The man felt his chest swell with pride at her words. "What is your name?" she asked. "Tollof," he answered, "of Harlingsvelt, son of Drakehram." "Well met, Tollof of Harlingsvelt, specimen warrior and captain-though-not-yet-chieftain. I am Maeve, daughter of Colum, granddaughter of the leader of our clan and the chief of this village. And you best not lay a hand on me, Tollof-Viking." Tollof laughed. "Well met as well, Maeve the brave, daughter of Colum, proud-talker. I have here in my hand a sword," he said, lifting his blade slightly for emphasis, "and here a rapier." With his free hand he grabbed his crotch. "If I wish to mount you, then mount you I shall." "You will not," she said with matter-of-fact defiance. "I'll not have the bastard child of any man, and certainly not a man who is lesser in rank than my own grandfather." Tollof sputtered in shock at how the girl spoke to him. But when he managed a reply, it was more constrained. "You are but a child. Fret not the consequence, you are too young to have my bastard child." The girl looked offended. "You mistake me. It's true, I have only twelve years, but I have bled, and I have tits big enough to feed a babe." "That appeals to me," the man said, emphasizing his point by reaching to the buckle of his trousers. "Now we have done enough talking, Maeve-who-has-bled. Remove your smock." "Come no closer to me, fool of a man. If you make the attempt, I will geld you." "Geld me?" He laughed at the absurdity of her insolence, but not without some uncertainty as to whether this girl might actually be brave enough, and foolish enough, to attempt to carry out her threat. "It would be a shame, would it not," she continued, "for you to return to your wife without your stones? Though I suspect she might like you better without them." "My wife? Do not speak ill of my wife, Maeve-brat! For she died giving birth to my daughter two years past!" "Oh!" the girl exclaimed in a suddenly sympathetic tone. "Your poor wife! I am grieved to hear it! And your poor daughter, does she still live?" "She does." "But the child has no mother?" "She does not." "Then the solution is at hand," Maeve said. "The solution?" "Yes. I admit your rank is low, but if you speak the truth that you will soon be chieftain, that is acceptable." "My rank?" Tollof was visibly confused. The girl looked impatient with him. "Your daughter needs a mother, yes?" "Yes..." "And you will mount me?" "I will." "And you wish to keep your stones?" "I..." "Then there you have it," Maeve said, crossing her arms in triumph. "We shall wed tomorrow or the next--" "We shall...??" "--and then you shall have me as you wish--" "We shall what?" "Wed, Tollof-the-Deaf. We shall wed. Despite the difference in our stations, I will marry you. And then the girl--what is her name??--will have a mother, and surely little brothers and sisters soon enough, and you will be a chieftain and I a chieftain's wife." "Ishild." "Mmm?" "Ishild is my daughter's name. It was her mother's." "Oh!" Maeve said with pious pathos. "Ishild‐daughter! That is so beautiful. She shall be my daughter now and I will love her as much as your first wife did before she died!" Against his better judgment, Tollof smiled. He found the girl's enthusiasm infectious. "Now," the girl announced with a voice of commanding clarity, "we must go and find my grandfather and tell him of our plans." With that, she bounded from her bed and landed on her feet with the grace of a doe, gathering a dress from a nearby table and tossing it on the bed. She then grasped the sides of her sleeping smock and quickly lifted it over her head. Beneath, she wore nothing. Tollof stood still, reverentially admiring her naked body; pale young breasts, taut and round, lifting pink womanly nipples for his admiration. And between her legs, a tangle of auburn curls. She gave him a sly smile. "You examine me like breedstock at the market." She dropped her sleeping smock to the floor and held out her arms. "Do I meet with your expectations? Will you make the purchase, cow-herd?" He laughed. While her striking demeanor had initially unnerved him, he was gaining his composure now. "A man deserves a kiss from his future bride," he said. "Then you do wish to make the purchase! Come and get your kiss, Captain." The man strode forward and took the girl in his arms, holding her naked body tight against him, and planted his lips against hers. When his hands moved to her breasts, she broke their kiss. "I told you they are big enough to feed a babe, did I not?" she said. Squeezing them, he leaned in kiss her again, but she moved her head back to prevent him, at the same time pressing her belly into him. "I can feel your rapier against my thigh," she said. He pressed into her yet harder, and she reached down. "Your blade is stiff, and seeks to conquer something soft and warm and wet with honey. But alas! He'll not be unsheathed between my thighs until our wedding night." "Your lips are sweet, but their words sting," he admonished her. "You are the one with a stinger, Tollof the Hard." She squeezed his cock. "And I assure you, my lips do more than sweetly talk." "Oh? What else?" "What I do for boys my age, when they press their stinger to my thigh; I kiss them here--" she squeezed again "--until they spout molten in my mouth, and then their rapier loses its edge. And so do I disarm the neighbor boys, when they seek my pot of honey." "These boys are lucky." "Yes, they are. Their stones are satisfied, and they escape without a gelding." "No; they are lucky because they have found a way to stop your incessant chatter." The girl laughed. "Since you will marry me, you best get used to my talking." "I'd rather get used to the other things you do with your lips." "Oh? Does the warrior wish to be disarmed by the lady's mouth?" "Lady? Is there a lady among us? I see only a pattering girl who needs to have her mouth stopped." "Do you always woo your women with such romantic words?" "I need not woo you; apparently we are already betrothed. Now I will determine if you are as good with your lips as you claim, or if your words are empty bragging." "My lips will brag," the girl said, "but they'll not be empty." And so the girl Maeve fell to her knees before the Viking captain, and opened her mouth while he opened his pants. Then she took him in her hands, and between her lips, and she quickly proved that her words were not mere talk, that despite her young age, she was an experienced practitioner. The man took hold of her head and began to rock his hips in rhythm with her stroking hands and sucking lips. And the fire of Musphelheim boiled in his loins, and he lifted his head and bellowed, and she sucked and stroked, coaxing him to release into her mouth, and like a volcano he erupted, and though she shuttered in shock, he held her in place and completed his carnal act. On her knees, she looked up at him when he was finished, and swallowed, and smiled. "So much seed!" she said, rolling her tongue over her lips. "Much more than the boys." "I'm not a boy," he said, and as to emphasize the point, he put his hands under her shoulders and effortlessly lifted her to her feet like she was weightless in his strong arms. "No, you most certainly are not." Standing now, she picked up her dress and slipped it on. "And I find that I am glad that I did not have to geld you after all. We shall go now and find my grandfather." Peace was brokered, trade agreements reached, handshakes exchanged. Flagons of mead were raised and toasts were made. Alliances, guilds, friendships were forged, and partnerships consummated, both in commerce, and in bed. And one marriage was celebrated--the granddaughter of the village leader and a Viking captain forming a lasting bond that would cement the two peoples together forever. There was dancing and music and bawdy song at the wedding, and Tollof's jug was never allowed to empty, and his bride drank wine until she was giggly like a little girl, and forward, oh so forward, her hand under the table stroking her husband through his pants while her grandfather made a toast. "Do you wish to mount me, sire?" she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek as the old man's oath droned on, now several minutes long. "What's this?" he said to his wife, "shall I throw you on the table and fuck you in front of your mother and my men?" "Such language!" she said. "You treat your wife like a strumpet! Will you always speak to me this way?" "Wife, whore, it makes no difference." "Sir!" she said loudly, loud enough that it caused her grandfather to interrupt his toast with a cough. She blushed, as if demur, when all the eyes in the room turned to her. The old man continued, but now her father stood, and walked to him, and the old man understood and ended the toast. Flagons were upended around the tables into the mouths of drunk men, and then her father spoke. "To my new son!" "Hurrah!" Svartling, the Viking chieftain stood to join him. "And to the most beautiful girl in all of Ireland!" "Hurrah! Hurrah!" "But now, my friends," Svartling continued, "good Tollof is a patient man, but we would try the patience of your Christ with our endless toasts, and your Christ, as I understand the tale, had no such beautiful woman as Tollof has to take to bed tonight. Tollof, we shall continue the party in your absence, but you and your bride must go." Tollof stood to speak, but as he did, so did his wife. He said a few words, to general cheer, then put his hand on his young bride's back to lead her from the hall. But Maeve raised her wine glass, and spoke herself: "Thank you, my grandfather," she said, lifting her glass in the direction of the village elder, "and"--lifting her glass to the Viking chieftain as well-- "thank you, noble Svartling, for your kind words. You call me the prettiest girl in all of Ireland, but this is an untruth! Have you not met my mother?" Cheers rang out among the gathered, and toasts to the mother of the bride. "But you, Svartling," Maeve continued unabated, "you, I know, are the second most handsome man to come from Vikingland." More cheers and shouts of "Tollof! Hooray!" from the crowd. The girl waited for the boisterous crowd to quiet down, and then addressed them all: "Now I find that the chieftain prods me to leave this fine gathering of friends, and go to a private party, where there will be much more prodding." Cheers and laughter all around. "Shall I go? Shall I give this man my bridely sacrifice?" She looked at Tollof, who nodded with a smile while the crowd rang out with cheers of "Yes! Yes! Go!" "Do not misunderstand me, kind sirs and gentleladies," she said, her green eyes shining as she looked out over the crowd, "my heart is full of love for my new husband. I only fear what else I will be full of before the night is done! And my husband's heart is full of love as well, and longs for me, but his heart is not the only thing that's full, and the other thing is even longer!" More cheers and laughter rang through the hall. "This Viking warrior has bravely fought in many battles, but his sword grows rusty for lack of use. And so I must wish you all good night, though do not bid that I sleep well, for I fear that I shall be sword-cleaning until the cock crows and it is morn." The crowd roared its approval as Tollof finally lead the girl away, a strong hand on her narrow back to steady her wine-awkward steps. "I think I drank a little too much wine," she said as she sat down on Tollof's bed. "Oh, you think so?" She giggled. "I can't believe the things I said. In front of my grandfather! My mother!! You must regret your decision to wed me." "No, my wife, I do not. I like a feisty lady." "Feisty? Doesn't that mean 'enthusiastic?'" "In a way, yes." "Then you mistake the meaning of my words, sir. It was not enthusiasm!" "Oh? What then? Was it mockery?" "Here we use the phrase, 'gentle ribbing,'" she said with a little smile, feigning innocence. "You may be a gentlelady," he said, reaching down and putting his hands on her sides, "but I am not a gentle man." Despite his words, he softly ran his fingers up her ribs. She giggled as he tickled her. "No, you are a warrior," she said, "and I am your conquest!" "The conquest is over," he answered. "You are my wife now. And a wife must be punished for mocking her husband." Suddenly his fingers gripped, and effortlessly he flipped her over, onto her belly on his bed. "Wait!" she hollered, but he'd already lifted her wedding dress and pulled her knickers down. A large, rough hand came down forcefully onto a pale buttock. "Owww!" she responded, lunging forward to escape the next blow. But he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back and swatted her ass again. "Is this what I can expect in our marriage bed?" she asked. "A man who spanks me like I'm a child, and not a lady?" "Only when you disrespect your husband." "Then I pledge that I'll not disrespect you," she said. He let her go, and she sprang to her feet. Standing above him on the bed, she laughed. "Not very often, at least!" He reached out to grab her again, but she stepped aside. "And look at how you disrespect me!" She pointed down between his legs. "Do you always get so stiff, when you spank a little girl?" "Little girl? You told me that you've bled and that your tits are big enough to feed a babe." She paused, momentarily outmaneuvered. "I am a little girl, nonetheless," was the best she could answer. If it weren't for the wine, she'd have had a sharper retort. "I've seen the hair between your legs," he answered. "Yours is a woman's cunt." "Oh? Is that what makes you so stiff? Would you like to see her again?" She slowly lifted her dress, revealing her tangle of auburn curls. But then she shielded it with a hand. "That's all, just a peek. You're too disrespectful for more than that." "I'll show her great respect," he said, and he reached out and put his hands on her hips. She did not step away this time, but let him pull her to him. He leaned forward and nuzzled into her auburn curls, then his tongue slipped out, and she let out a soft moan as he licked. "Is this... is this how you show respect to... a 'woman's cunt'?" she panted. "It is," he answered from between her now-bowing legs. "Then I hope you'll show her respect every day!" "I will," he said, lifting his head and looking up at her, "though not always with my tongue." She put her hands on his head, to push him back in. "What else then? What else will you use?" "My cock," he answered, between more licks. "As to that, I've seen what he can do. Your tongue suffices." The man sat back, laughing. "Oh no, you'll get much more than my tongue tonight, although if you won't stop talking, I'll surely get my fill of yours." She stepped back. "You are so cruel! You'll not get your nasty cock in my sweet honey-font tonight!" And with that, she jumped off the bed. He lunged after her, but she dashed to the other side of the bed, giggling. He sighed. "I must remember to not let you drink so much wine," he said, stepping from the bed. "It makes you silly." She giggled more, bouncing from one foot to the other. "Silly like a little girl?" "Yes, just like a little girl." "I am not a little girl!" she declared. "I have bled! I have tits big enough to--" "Yes, so you tell me oftenly." "I show you oftenly as well!" With that, she pulled her dress over her head, and the twelve year old bride was naked, her bosom heaving excitedly. "Do you see?" she said, cupping her hands under her pale round breasts and holding them up, so that her stiff pink nipples faced right at the man. "Are these the tits of a little girl?" "They are not," he answered, walking around the bed towards her and unbuckling his pants as he did. "Oh, so now you say I am a woman." She stepped back, retreating to match his advance. "I already said you were a woman." "You said, if I recall, that I have a woman's cunt, but also that I am a silly girl. You can't seem to make up your mind!" "My mind is made up now." His pants fell to the ground, along with his underclothes, and he pulled his shirt off, and both of them were naked now. "Your mind isn't the only thing that's up!" she said, staring at his cock, standing out a half a foot from his body. He continued walking towards her, and she continued her retreat, but now only half the pace of his advance, and he was on her quickly. He took her in his arms, and kissed her. She laughed. "Do you remember, when we first met, how I felt your cock against my thigh? He's there again." She reached down and ran her fingers along his shaft. "He seems to like my thighs." "They are fine thighs," he said, "and they lead to something even finer." "And he's a fine cock, though much too big. I'm afraid that I'm too dainty for him." "He'll fit." "But how?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "He'll tear me open." "Are you frightened, my love?" His voice, and his demeanor, had changed, along with hers. Looking up at him with eyes still wide, she nodded. "Will you... will you be gentle with me?" "I will," he reassured. She gave a feeble smile. "Then I'll be brave." He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, and laid her down, and climbed on top of her. Her chest was heaving, deep breaths lifting her breast into the air. When he reached down between their legs, she turned her head to the side and tightly closed her eyes. There is a time, when a young virgin has given in, and the man knows that her innocence is his to take. The man waits, watching her, wanting to memorize the last moments of her childhood. Then his cock moves into place and his head parts the wet flesh of her lips, and burrows in, and she is his. Though her husband was as gentle as he could be, Maeve was crying when he entered her, tears rolling down her soft, blush-red cheeks. But then she felt him moving, his hips raising and falling, his breath matching their pace, his cock sliding inside her, going deeper each time his hips moved forward. He is being gentle! she thought. He does love me! And that thought filled her heart with warmth, and that warmth excited her, caught her breath, and she felt herself give into his love entirely. She fell in love with him. And as she did, she realized that her cunt had found a lover, too, and she opened to him, and sweet honey flowed between the young girl's legs, and her hips began to move in time with his. She smiled up at her man now, and he smiled down at her. And then she grinned. "I like this," she said. "I think I could get used to this." He laughed, the merry laugh of a happy man. And she was filled with pride and warmth that she was making her new husband happy, and her hips began to move with even more enthusiasm. Tollof was surprised at how easy his entrance was. Perhaps it was because he was more experienced now, but with his first wife, though for their first time she had been three years older then than Maeve was now, it had been a struggle for him to take her maidenhead. His new wife's defense was weak, and he tore it aside with little effort. Nevertheless, she cried her virgin tears for him, though perhaps as much from fear and nervousness as pain, and unlike with his first wife, he did not enjoy the tears, but felt pity for her. It was over quickly, though. A minute later, she was smiling and cooing and saying sweet things to him, and she was open and wet to his penetration and enthusiastically joining on his movement. And he knew then that he had chosen well. His new wife would be a fine lover. He missed his first wife, terribly so at times, and had been so sad for the two years since her passing. But he had finally found happiness again, in Maeve's sharp and witty conversation, in her deep, thoughtful eyes, and in the warmth and comfort of the home she offered him between her legs. These were the thoughts that washed through his brain as he made love to her that first time; not mere lust for a fine young girl, though there was that aplenty, but something altogether different, something even holy--the tender love of a husband for his new bride. He did not want their first sweet copulation to ever end, although his cock viewed the matter quite differently, and his cock had a co-conspirator in his wife's young cunt, hungry for her first cum and eager beyond all measure to please her new lover. For a time, he was able to master the anxious desire of cock and cunt, and he set a steady pace, his wife's hips joining his, and they danced their wedding dance. But she was so very wet now, flowing, soaking his needy stones until they dripped with honeycum, and although she was stretched open by his cock, she was excruciatingly tight; each time he burrowed deep, it felt like the first, like he was taking her virginity repeatedly, thrust upon inward thrust, a hundred times, two hundred, five hundred, until he could take no more of this, and his pace increased, and the power of his driving hips overwhelmed the small thing beneath him and she had no choice but to lay there and take what her man was giving her. When his orgasm finally commenced, hers did the same. She had her long thin legs lifted in the air, and they quaked around him, and she arched her back as if presenting her breasts to him, as if she were saying, "See these tits, husband of mine? They're yours. They're ready. They'll feed the baby that you plant in me." And so he exploded, he unleashed his torrent inside her, he pumped and pumped as he slammed his hips against her. The release completed, the man's stones emptied into the girl until she overflowed, their bodies continued a post-coital dance as if neither lover wanted the moment to end, hips rising and falling, cock sliding effortlessly now in fully-lubricated cunt. Slowly their gyrations ebbed, and stiff cock softened with tingling satisfaction. She smiled up at him as he lay above her and his now-flaccid cock slipped out of her. Dark auburn strands were matted around her face, her once-pale cheeks were ruddy, her lips parted and a hint of her dark pink tongue poked through. "You've done the deed," she said in a hoarse whisper as he dismounted her. "Your lady is filled with seed." "And a fine lady she is," he answered. "You did seem pleased to be inside her." "She seemed pleased to have me." "Perhaps," she grinned, "I may have enjoyed it a little bit." He laughed, then rose from the bed to pour them both a glass of wine. She sat up when he returned, and she had her usual mischievous smile. "Your cock is so small now! I'm not used to cocks so small. They do not seem to soften so much for boys my age, no matter how many times they cum." "Fret not," he said, handing her a glass of wine and sitting on the bed, next to her. "'He'll be big again, soon enough." She laughed, taking a deep gulp of the wine. "How soon?" she said. "From what I feel inside me, and dripping out, I think you may have satisfied your stones for a day or two at least, if not a week." "How soon do you want it? I can get hard again this instant." "Oh, if it's a question of my wants, I'm quite willing to wait the week." "I think not. I think your cunt enjoyed the ravaging, and wants another." "Methinks you are extrapolating your cock's desires onto my lady parts, which have been stretched and battered, and are in need of rest." He looked down between her legs at her still-dripping lips, open and distended, "Your lady parts appear to be quite ready to be fucked again." "This is most unfair!" She reached down and covered herself with a hand. "You use me like a man uses a whore, and then claim that because I've been used once, I'm ready to be used again!" "Come, girl," he answered, reaching out and taking hold of her wrist, "let your husband look at your cunt. Your hand belongs here instead." He pulled her hand away, and set it on his cock. "Oh!" she said, her eyes going wide. "It seems your limp little man is begining to stand upright again!" "Yes, and if you give him a few strokes, or better still, some kisses, he'll be solidly stiff again." "Aye, no doubt that's true, but to what benefit for me? I've always used my hand and mouth to tame a cock, to turn a boy's lustful thoughts to something other than my cunt. But sure you suggest the opposite now, that I should use my hand and mouth to make you stiff, so that you might fuck me again." But even as she spoke these words, her fingers wrapped around him and began to stroke. "What benefit to you?" he replied. "The benefit to you is that you get fucked again!" "That is a sore benefit indeed, sir!" she retorted. But she handed her now-empty wine glass to the man, and leaned over, and took his cockhead into her mouth. "Finally," he said, finishing his wine as she began to suck, then setting their glass on the bedside table, "your mouth has stopped its endless talking." She gave a cock-muffled giggle in response. Within a minute, her skillful tongue and lips and hand had brought him to full erection, and he grabbed a clump of her soft auburn hair and pulled her off. Deftly he took her by her shoulders and flipped her over, onto her belly on the bed. He grabbed her hips and lifted them as he moved to kneel behind her. "Gently!" she cried into the bedsheets. "If you must, please do it gently!" "There's no longer need for gentleness," he said with a gruff aggressiveness that he had not yet used with her. "You're a woman now, and you'll take my cock like a woman does!" As he spoke, he positioned his cockhead at her opening, her cunt lips still soaking wet and distended, and he drove into her with the power of a seasoned warrior. She grunted into the bedsheets as he sunk deep; a long, low, painful moan. His first few thrusts were pure aggression and adrenaline, but then he settled into a more reasonable pace, sliding in and out of her sloppy cunt. She turned her head to the side and looked up at him with one green eye. "Did I not implore you to be gentle?" she asked him. "You did," he answered, holding tight to her hips and rocking. "And yet you ignore my pleading! You are a brute!" He laughed, and slapped her ass. "Oh, and now, more spanking! You treat your wife so poorly!" "I treat my wife just how she needs, and how she wants," he answered. "And now, stop your mouth, girl. I want to fuck, not talk." "Fuck, then, if all I am to you is a cunt to cum in." "That's not all you are to me." "What else am I to you? And choose your words wisely, Captain, for if you answer 'A mouth to cum in, too,' then I'll run back home to my mother and annul our marriage on the grounds that you are mean!" With his cock impaling her to his hilt, he leaned over her and stroked her hair. "Maeve," he said, with a new gentleness, "the truth is that I adore you and love you dearly." She smiled up at him, with her face still half-prone on the bed. "Do you speak the truth? I know how men lie when they want to cum. I've heard such words many times, but found them lacking, once they've finished with my mouth." "Then shall I stop? For proof of my words?" "Such noble sacrifice, from a man who came in my cunt already." "Ah," he said, smiling, "but there's the proof of it, my little logician. Unlike the boys you've had in your mouth, I have confessed my love for you after I came." "Hmm..." she said. "I must admit, there's some truth to what you say." "Yes," he said with the smugness of a man who knows he scored a point in a debate with his wife. "Now, I enjoy our banter, girl, but I have other things in mind at present." He sat back on his knees again and took hold of her ass. "Are you near?" She asked him as he began sliding his cock in and out of her again. "Will you..." Her breath caught momentarily. "Will you finish soon?" "I can be done quickly, if that's what you want." "I think..." She'd turned her head back to the bedsheets, and her voice was muffled again. "I think I might prefer it"--she moaned--"if you take a little while to finish." Though she did not see her husband's smile, she surely knew that he had a sense of triumph about him, and she had to admit that he had won this round. But she also knew that her defeat was to her advantage, for a girl must let the man win sometimes, lest his fragile ego be bruised. And besides, she truly did enjoy the feeling of his magnificent cock driving deep into her, and was done with the talking herself, though she'd never admit it. And so she buried her face into the bed, and bit her lip, and gasped and moaned with unabashed pleasure, as her new husband fucked her like a whore. He was a powerful man. Men might not be as sharp-witted, in Maeve's experience, as she, but they have other advantages, and Tollof's advantage was in full display now as gripped tight to her ass and slammed his hips forward, driving cock as deep as it would go into her battered cunt, his large stones slapping repeatedly against her clit. This he managed somehow to continue without cessation for five more minutes, and the girl endured a long, hard fucking, tingles of pleasure emanating from her sex and turning into thrilling waves of ecstasy which waxed and waned, and each waxing larger and more forceful that the last, until she felt that there was nothing in the world at all but her cunt, and his cock, and their dramatic union. And when he lifted his head and let out a bellow, her body gave over to orgasm, and she came, legs shaking, body quaking, cunt on fire, and she felt the warmth of the spurts of his semen released inside her again the second time that night. They lay together in the darkness after, her head on his shoulder. "A chieftain would not have offered to stop," she said, hoping to regain some advantage in the debate. "Do you think I would have stopped?" he asked. "Did you mislead me, sir?" she asked, looking up at him and smiling, her eyes half closed with near sleep. "Not so," he answered. "My only thought was what you wanted." She gave a sleepy laugh. "Oh? You expect me to believe that you did not want to cum inside me?" He kissed the top of her head. "I always want to cum inside you, wife. I have since the moment I first laid eyes on you." "That much was obvious!" she giggled. "Equally obvious was how much you wanted it," he said. She snorted in reply. "Oh yes, sure you believe that I couldn't live without your cock. You prove more like the neighor boys every day." "Which is why I would never have stopped," he continued, ignoring her retort. "I could never deny my new wife, that which she wants so badly." "Badly?" she said. "You mistake me badly, that much is true." He laughed, then spoke in a voice that mimicked a young girl. "'I think I might prefer it if you take a little while to finish.'" "Oh you," she said, settling against his chest and shutting her eyes. "I was just being nice, because I knew you wanted to hear me say it." He kissed her on the top of her head. "Goodnight, my love," he said. "Goodnight. And husband?" "Yes?" "I only tease. I really did want you to take a while to finish." "I know." "But then again," she smiled, her eyes still closed, "perhaps I'm just being nice again, by saying that now." He chuckled, and kissed her again. "Perhaps," he said. "Or, perhaps not." Maeve did not respond, except with the calm, steady breath of sleep. The Viking captain sat up in bed, the morning sun bathing his naked body; he might not be a chieftain, which his wife has teased him about since the first minute they met, but right now he would swear he wss king of the world. A little auburn Irish lass was crouched before him, leaning over, the thick head of his warrior cock in her mouth, and both her hands stroking. When she'd awoken, red-eyed and bleary, in the morning after their wedding night, her husband was ready for round three. She told him that she was too sore. He briefly considered telling her that her soreness didn't matter to him; she was a wife and a woman now and she'll do what a wife and a woman does. But before he could tell her thus, or move on to other purer thoughts, she disarmed him with her sweet smile. "I know just what to do to boys who think they can have my cunt, even though I've told them 'no,'" she said. "You geld them?" "Hoh!" She laughed. "That is an option! But I think I'll not do that to you today. Strangely, I've grown fond of your stones." "They've grown fond of you." "I think they were fond of me from the first moment of our meeting! But it looks to me like it's their companion that has grown more fond. They are the same size they've always been, but he is suddenly quite big!" She climbed up and crouched before him, taking his cock in her hand. "But fear not, proud warrior, I shall make him small again." And so Tollof, Viking-captain, was now made to feel like King of the World by a beautiful Irish lass, who plied her trade between his legs. With a skilled two-hand technique and a tight lip lock, she soon had him near, but just as he was about to see the gates of paradise, she stopped and pulled away. "My mouth is tired," she grinned at him. "Oh, god, no!" he moaned, and reached down to grab her head and pull her back in place. She ducked aside, laughing. "You boys are all the same! All you want to do is cum!" "And you girls are all the same. Teases!" "Oh? A tease, am I? Did you not fuck me twice last night, until my cunt was sore?" "I'll fuck you again right now!" he said, grabbing for her again. "You'll not!" she giggled, deftly avoiding his hands. "But don't despair, poor man, I'll make you happy." She leaned over him again and with both hands, she gripped his cock, and a few strokes later he arched his back and moaned, and his cock throbbed and pulsed and his stones tightened to his body, and his sweet little wife laughed, and he exploded in her hands, spurts of hot mancum splatting against her face. ================ "Your men are watching." There really wasn't much that Maeve liked about her first week aboard a Viking longboat, but the two worst things were the sea sickness--although some of that might have been attributable to morning sickness, being that she was two months along now--and the utter lack of privacy, a condition made worse by the fact that she was the only girl on a boat with two dozen men. The men were respectful enough, but she'd learned by now that even the most polite men can't help themselves, and the longer they go without sex, the worse they get, and it seemed like she couldn't even take a pee over the side of the boat without ten or more sets of eyes trying to look between her legs. The captain laughed, looking around the boat. It was night, so most of the men were asleep on their bedrolls, but the gibbous moon lit the boat in pale silver, and the sea was clam, and the men whose watch it was were definitely watching. He had her dress pulled up, and her bloomers down, and his finger inside her increasingly slippery cunt. "You can't blame them, can you?" he replied. "They like their captain's little mount." "Hush now," she said. "You be a gentleman. You talk like I'm a mare. I'm your wife, not your 'mount.'" "You're my filly," was his assertion in reply, his finger sliding freely now. "I was a filly when I met you, but that was before your stones emptied into me one too many times. Now, shouldn't you leave me be, so that I and this baby can sleep?" "I've left you alone like a gentleman this whole week, while you got your sea legs. Since you've recovered, it's time now for you to be a wife." "Oh, now I'm a wife, and not a mount?" "You're both!" he said, pulling his finger out and climbing between her legs, undoing his trousers as he did. "You're not..." she started, the words interrupted by an unintentional gasp as her husband's thick cock parted her cuntlips and dove inside her, "...you're not concerned that your men are watching?" He didn't answer. He was already hard at his task, pumping his cock in and out of her. She looked around the boat; a few of the men turned away in embarrassment, but others just smiled and continued to stare. The girl smiled back. And then, she figured, if they're going to watch, may as well make it fun for them. So she pulled her dress the rest of the way off. It was a chilly night on the open sea, and this made her already pregnancy-thickened nipples atop her swelling breasts harden into stiff thick nubs. Now even the men who had looked away in embarrassment were staring again; men, she knew, cannot help but look at bare tits when they have the opportunity. So she cupped her hands under her breasts, and lifted them, and smiled at each man in turn. Her husband, she knew, liked her swollen breasts. He spent many a night sucking on them since her pregnancy began. So she was not surprised when he latched onto one of her thick teats and began to suckle, while his powerful hips drove his cock deep into her. And, she herself had found, since her pregnancy began, that her nipples were afire, and the feeling of his mouth wrapped tightly around one of them sent shivers through her body and stars before her eyes, and she moaned, and arched her back. When her sight cleared, she found herself locked in eye contact with one of her husband's men, a boy, really, not many years older than she. As their eyes locked, she mouthed the words "Fuck me!" to him. They boy's eyes went wide, and hers rolled, as Tollof moved to her other teat. When she was able to focus again, she saw that the boy had his cock out of his pants and was masturbating furiously, oblivious to the laughter of the men around him. The sight of him beating off caused the shivers through her body to turn into waves of pleasure, and she bucked her hips in rhythm with her husband's. Locking eyes with the boy again, she mouthed, "Cum for me!" And the lad did just what she asked, groaning as he sent large strings of semen arching through the air, glimmering in the moonlight as they splattered on the floor five feet in front of him. This brought Maeve over the edge was well, and she came on her husband's cock, moaning and shaking, while the men--even her husband--laughed, though more from the joy of the moment than to tease the now red-faced boy. As her husband finished his deed, Maeve felt something new and very different inside her, a movement in her belly that she had not initiated. "Our baby," she whispered to Tollof. "He moves, he kicks!" Tollof laughed, and smiled, and kissed his pretty young wife. "He likes it when his father cums!" "He does!" she said, all smiles and blushing. "He'll love to cum when he's man, just like his father!" Tollof laughed. "Though unlike his father, perhaps this one will be a chieftain some day." "Oh you!" he said, giving her a stern look, though his eyes danced with merriment. "Do you want me to have to give you a spanking, in front of all these men?" "If you do, more of the men will need need to cum!" As she spoke, she rolled over onto her belly and lifted her bare ass into the air. He swatted her hard, four or five times, before he climbed behind her. "What was that you said about being my mount?" he asked her as he gripped his cock and directed it down to her dripping cunt. "If you want to pretend I'm a filly, you can," she said over her shoulder to him, "though the little chieftain kicking in my belly says otherwise." "A filly?" her husband said. "I think not. You're a bitch in heat, and your used cunt is mine to fuck!" His cock rammed home. "You're my whore, and my breedslut!" She groaned at his entry, then lifted herself up on her hands so that her swollen tits heaved and swung in time with her husband's agressive thrusts, for the pleasure of the men who watched. And a pleasure it was for them indeed; several more were jacking off now, and she stared at each of their cocks in turn, and looked them directly in the eye, and mouthed words to them, "Cum for me!" And they did, each of them sending their glistening strings of semen into the air as her husband filled her with his. For the rest of their voyage back to Norway, Captain Tollof had no problem getting men to volunteer to stand the night watch. And Maeve found that her enjoyment of life upon the sea improved with each day, and each night, but she longed nonetheless to have her feet on solid ground, and moreso, to meet her husband's little child who was now her daughter, through right of marriage. And so it was that one day the boat arrived at port in her husband's home, and Maeve marveled at the beauty of the place, and at the kind reception of his friends and family. But the little girl proved shy, and it was several days before she understood that this new lady was to be her mother. But then, Maeve and Ishild became fast friends, and Maeve sang the songs of her homeland to the little girl, and taught her to speak the Irish, and told her what stories of the Christ she could remember, so that the girl might grow up to be a Christian, rather than a heathen like the people of this distant land. In six months time, Maeve gave birth to a baby boy, and named him Coilin, which in the Irish means "little chieftain." And so did the girl tease her husband, even with the name of their child! When Coilin was ten years old, he had grown into a little version of his father, and his father had taken his child's name to heart, for Maeve was now a chieftain's wife, and the mother of two more children. At that time, the family sailed to Ireland again, with Coilin sometimes at the helm, and there Maeve had her children baptized into the faith, and her husband too, and they were among the first in Norway to practice the new religion. Tollof became a great leader of men, and very wealthy, and was said by many even in their old age to have the most beautiful wife in the world. Coilin also became a great leader and the chieftain that his name predicted, and like his father before him, found his bride among the beautiful women of Ireland and his wife gave him many children, for like Maeve, and like all the girls of Ireland, she was as lustful in bed as her husband. It was a time of plenty for the Vikings, and they ruled all of northern Europe, and Maeve and Tollof's family was wealthy beyond all measure and lived a full and happy life. =====An deireadh===== ========Endir======== =======The End======= [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

The Mourning After by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2014 Story codes: m(17)g(11), first, oral, rom, sci-fi Summary: A little steampunk science fiction (very little), a lot of romance (a very lot), and plenty of sex... Let me know what you think! ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH ================ Teresa Marquee sat quite prim and proper in the straight-backed chair, pale hands folded on her lap, an appropriately dour look on her face. Her head was bowed slightly, but her eyes were up, looking at the large crowd of people around the room. Most were sitting quietly, or standing, staring at the floor. Some were crying, some were standing together in small clumps of people, chatting politely. Teresa's dress was a strange mix of depression and frivolity; a tight black top embroidered with black beads, long skinny arms ending, oddly, in puffs of black lace. The same black lace graced the neck, and the bottom hem. She had insisted on wearing her boots, big black heavy boots that laced up her shins. Her mother hated her boots, even on a normal day, but Teresa had insisted. It was her only nod to herself in this otherwise ritualized performance of grief, and she knew her grandmother would have appreciated it. Which is partly why her mom hated it, of course. Teresa couldn't help but think happy thoughts about her grandmother as she sat there in the stiff-backed chair, doing her best to look the part of an eleven year old heiress-in-mourning. There were so many happy thoughts. An endless stream of happy thoughts. She tried very hard not to smile, but when her mind rested on one particular happy memory she couldn't help herself and so she hung her head even further, looking down at her black bead-clad belly, so that her mother wouldn't see her smiling and blushing on this sad and solemn day. This memory was particularly good because it also involved her best friend, Susan. Susan had been gone for so long now. At least a year. But when she was alive, they were never apart. She was the brightest funniest sweetest most wonderful friend you could ever have. They would sit on the roof of the turbine station and talk for hours, talk and laugh and sing and do other things, too. They would talk about boys, and about the future, and about boys some more. Susan was four years older than Teresa and she knew all about boys. She'd done all sorts of things. Even though good girls from the Sangkum were never supposed to be with a boy until they had been introduced into society at sixteen years of age, and then they were to court politely until everyone's parents and grandparents agreed to the match--even though all of this, Susan had been with boys. And she loved to tell Teresa all about it. Teresa remembered how Susan had told her once about a boy who put his hands down her pants and touched her down there. It seemed like the most thrilling thing to Teresa, and she told Susan how great she thought this would be to be touched like that. And Susan said that she could show her, if she wanted. So then they played this new game when they were together on the roof of the turbine station; they touched each other and kissed each other and pretended that they were a boy and a girl, a boyfriend and a girlfriend, except that they were both girls. Teresa was feeling her face get flush as she thought about how Susan touched her, and how she kissed her, and then she felt a wave of excited embarrassment as she remembered the time that her grandmother suddenly opened the door to the roof of the turbine station and pulled herself up. Susan pulled her hand out from Teresa's skirt and they sat up quickly, so prim and proper, but her grandmother just chuckled slightly and went about her business in the storage shed. Afterwards, after Susan had left, Teresa hung around her grandmother, wanting to talk to her, to apologize and ask for her forgiveness. "Grandma Bea, I'm sorry," she said, kicking one boot-clad foot with the other. Her grandmother put down the wrench she'd been heaving on and looked at Teresa. "Why child? Why are you sorry?" "Because..." Teresa looked up at her in surprise, or confusion. "Come here my child," her grandmother said, and Teresa walked over to her, and Grandma Bea wrapped her thin, strong arms around the girl and gave her a hug. "I'm glad you have a friend like Susan, you have nothing to be sorry for. But you might want to make sure that your mama doesn't catch you two like that!" She patted Teresa on the head. "I don't think she'd understand." "No, I don't think so either, Grandma Bea." Tears were rolling down Teresa's cheeks as she remembered that scene with her grandmother two years ago. "Don't you cry, my little angel," Grandma Bea said. Teresa actually looked up, because it seemed so real that for just a second she thought maybe her grandmother was there, in the room with her. "Now would you help me with this bolt?" her grandmother asked, picking up her wrench again and heaving some more. Susan died not long after, died of the plague they say, the miasmas. And she left Teresa all alone. All alone except for her grandmother, whom she was with almost endlessly after Susan's death. And now her grandmother was gone, too. Teresa was sobbing now, and her mother put a gentle hand on her shoulder as she passed by her daughter in the stiff-backed chair. After a while, Teresa stood up and quietly wandered unnoticed down the stairs to the kitchen, where she grabbed a loaf of bread and a block of cheese, stuffed them in a rucksack with a picnic blanket and a bottle of water, and headed out through the servant's door to her family's stables. She couldn't ride today, her mom would kill her if she found out she'd been on a horse during her grandmother's wake. Particularly in this expensive mourning gown. But she could have a picnic down at the stables, or better still up at the turbine station. The stables were good for her; the fresh, earthy odor of the horses would help keep her mind off her now-profound sadness, as would the comforting, ever-present, slow swooshing of the blades of the turbine station. The turbine station always reminded her of Grandma Bea. As she approached the stables, she heard the voices of two old gossip-maids. She stepped quietly and listened. "They say those creatures got to her," one maid said. "Do they now?" "They do, they do. Her head was bashed in, they say." "Oh, now, 'twasn't, I saw the lady, she was as pretty as could be, looked almost like she did yesterday morning when she wished me goo' day." "You saw her in the coffin though, you did. They hide things, you know, those undertakers. They can hide things." "I s'pose they can. What do I know?" "Can you believe it though? After all that dear lady did for those creatures? Fed their children every day, she did. And this is how they repay her." The sound of a heavy sigh, and then the first maid lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "And they say another uprising is afoot, you know." "They do," the other responded in a whisper. Teresa stood in silence. She had not been alive when the last uprising had taken place, it was fifteen years ago. But she had heard, the people of the valleys, the Sangkum, talk about it like it was nearly the end of the world. And as she stood, she heard a distant sound, like thunder but longer, sustained, and she looked up and saw a formation of warships flying high in the sky, so high they were almost invisible, just little points of darkness against the beautiful sky. There must have been fifty of them up there. Maybe a hundred. The warships of Chang Mai, no doubt, coming to save Nakhon Sawan from the hordes of city dwellers about to rise up against the Sangkum. "Whatcha doing?" a voice said loudly. "Huh?" The solid timber of the voice caused her to jump a mile into the air. "Whatcha doing?" She looked up. It was Krit, a boy whose parents owned land not far away. Teresa liked Krit; in fact, even way back when Susan and she would talk about boys, Krit was the boy that Teresa talked about. She was terribly embarrassed when she first told Susan about it, because Krit was even older than Susan. He was six years older than Teresa. But Susan told her it was good to like older boys. "They know what they're doing!" she said, giggling. "He'll like you, maybe when you get a little older. But he'll like you, you're an important whatever." "Heiress," Teresa said back, and they both giggled. "But, my parents would never approve, you know. He's a half-caste." "Oh, who cares? They don't need to know! You're not gonna marry him, you're just gonna have sex with him!" And they giggled more. The boy stuck his hand out to her. "I'm Krit," he said. Teresa was surprised that he thought she wouldn't know his name, although it was true that they hadn't been formally introduced. That wouldn't happen for five more years, on her sixteenth birthday. She took his hand. "I'm Teresa." "I know! Everybody knows you!" "Oh," she said, her face flushing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." "It... it's OK." Only then did he drop her hand. "I'm really sorry to hear about your grandmother." "Oh," she said, her mind flooding again with the thought that her grandmother was gone forever now. "Uh, thank you." Teresa couldn't help noticing that the boy was wearing a black suit but a burgundy shirt. That meant his parents decided that half-mourning was good enough, even when the deceased was the lady of his estate. They'd probably even let him forget all about mourning in a couple of weeks. Teresa, on the other hand, had three months at least of all black before she could go into half-morning. Then she could wear a little something, a little color. But it'd be a year at least before she could abandon the mourning entirely. Krit had a sympathetic face, he always did, and when he smiled at her she knew he meant it, that he really was sorry. She smiled back despite her sadness. As she looked at him, she thought about how beautiful he was; tall and broad shouldered, dark hair, ruddy cheeks. But he's so much older than her, and he's courting now, anyway--what's her name? Some girl, some other half-caste from another valley. "Well," she said, "I gotta go." She hoped he would offer to come along. "I'll..." he stammered for a moment. "I'll walk you back, OK?" "I'm not going back, not right now, I have something I need to do." "Yeah?" "Yeah... And I could... use some help." "I'd love to help!" he said, rather more enthusiastically than a boy who is courting already ought to act around any girl, but in particular around a girl still five years away from being introduced. Not to mention an heiress who was at least several stations above his status. "Com'on, then," she said, turning and starting to walk away. He scrambled after her. "I liked your grandmother." Teresa looked over her shoulder at him and slowed down a little. "It's stupid, what kids said about her." "What do you mean?" Teresa asked, even though she knew perfectly well what he meant. "I don't think she was a witch. I think she was just..." "Weird?" "Eccentric." Teresa laughed, the boy did too, and she led them onto a path into the jungle. Twenty twisted winding long minutes later, with lots of breathless panting and very little talking, they arrived at the turbine station, and Teresa hoisted herself up onto the concrete platform. Above her the giant blades of the turbine slowly spun, each of them seventy feet long, a long, slow swooshing sound as they cut their laborious way through the air. She turned and offered a hand to Krit, who was struggling to follow her onto the platform. He refused the offer and scrambled up. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "I have something I have to do." Teresa grabbed the handle of a little door leading into the huge room behind the turbine blades. The handle didn't give. She shook her head disappointingly, then leaned down to investigate closer. She knelt onto one knee and fished around in one of her boots, then pulled a switchblade out. "Whoa!" the boy said. "You carry that thing around in your boot? To your grandmother's funeral?" She just gave him an little smile and set about working on the lock. When it finally sprung, she opened the door, slipped the knife back in her boot, and stepped into the room. It was a cavernous place, a hundred feet high, a hundred feet wide, the only sound a strange, deep echo of the swooshing of turbine blades, the only feeling that of the cool humid air rising from deep within the mountain, the pressure differential bringing it to the surface with just enough wind to tousle Teresa's hair and to spin the giant turbine blades. Though the room was cavernous, it was well-lit by the early afternoon sun shining in through the turbine, but with a giant vertigo-inducing three-bladed shadow constantly passing through. The cavern continued back into the mountainside until it disappeared down a shaft leading into black abyss. Teresa mounted a grey metal staircase and started to climb, with Krit scrambling after her. It took a while for them to get to the top--a hundred feet is a lot of climbing--but eventually they were at the ceiling, walking along a narrow catwalk. "Where are we going?" the boy asked, panting, but the girl did not respond. They turned, and turned again, following a maze-like pattern through the catwalks until they came to a ladder leading to a trap door. Teresa climbed up the ladder, tried the latch, then pulled her knife out of her boot again. A half-minute later they emerged through the trap door onto the roof of the turbine station, a huge flat expanse of concrete extruding from the cliff face of the mountain and jutting out into the early afternoon air. Other than a large rolling steel door against the cliff face, and what appeared to be a couple of winches anchored to the roof, and a couple of odd cables stretched here and there, it was nothing but a football field-sized tract of concrete. "Holy shit," Krit said, just standing and staring out at the horizon. The view was truly spectacular. From the roof of the turbine station, you could see all the way past Nakhon Sawan and the river--the giant Chao Praya, green and brown; past the purple steam of the distant forests, to the ocean and the massive man-made escarpment keeping the waters at bay. And as you scanned the horizon to the mountains, you would see an endless string of turbine stations, each exactly like this one, jutting out from the mountains. "Jeez, it's beautiful," he said with reverence, looking back to the burgeoning waters behind the giant levy. Teresa walked over to the front of the turbine station and sat down, her legs swinging over the edge. Krit sat down next to her. They stared in silence for a while at the amazing scene unfolding in front of them. Among other things, they could see the city, and the city dwellers, far down in the valley, doing whatever it is those city dwellers do, passing from one street to the next all day long. They could also see Teresa's family's estate, the huge manor, the stables, the barns. In stark contrast to the streets of the city, there was no movement on the estate at all. Everyone, even the farmers and hired hands, were in mourning today. "Hey," Teresa said, suddenly remembering the pack on her back. "You hungry?" "Yeah!" Krit said with a big smile. "Ravenous!" The two youngsters laughed as they pulled the picnic blanket from the pack. They laughed at the beauty of the day, at the beauty of the remarkable view from the mountains to the ocean and all of life in between, and at the opportunity to be alone together on this day, this day of all days. They sat together on the blanket and Teresa took the bread and cheese from the pack, and her knife from her boot--"See? It comes in handy!"--and started slicing cheese. "It blure bloes," Krit said, his mouth already stuffed full of bread and cheese, and then they started laughing so hard that he almost spit it out and had to cover his mouth with his hand. After they'd eaten their fill, laughing, and occasionally touching; smiling and twinkling at each other through the lunch, Teresa sat back on her elbows and looked out at the afternoon sky; there were thin clouds slowly banking from left to right, shining purple as they reflected the color of the vast undifferentiated sea. She could feel Krit's eyes on her, and it made her nervous and excited. The boy was sitting cross-legged on the blanket next to her; he reached out a hand and set it gently on her shoulder. His touch sent a wave of electric warmth through her body, a feeling she had not had since she was with Susan so many years ago. "Is that OK?" he asked. "I mean..." She nodded, momentarily unable to form words. "Can I...?" She nodded again, not sure what her was offering to do but willing--oh so willing!--to do whatever he wanted. He leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth. Her heart leapt when his lips made contact; his breath was warm and humid and smelled wonderful, like bread and cheese and boy-ness, and his kiss tasted even better, musty and... interesting. Very different from how Susan tasted. Susan was like candy, he was like--she couldn't place it. Something strong, like coffee. No, like rock, like earth, like fire. And when she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, she felt the wonderful feeling of wetness flowing between her legs. She had not had another person's tongue in her mouth since Susan, and she had missed it so, so much! "I'm sorry," he said softly when he lifted his face away from hers. His lips were only a half an inch from her mouth as he spoke. "It's OK," she answered, unsure what he was sorry for. "I'm... You know I'm supposed to be courting another girl..." "It's OK," she said again. "You're OK with it?" His beautiful eyes were staring right into hers. She smiled at him and tried to remember what it was that Susan has said to her. "It's not as if we have to get married," she said, her voice shaking, but she managed a little smile. "We can just..." Susan had said "have sex," but Teresa couldn't bring herself to say that to him. Luckily he kissed her before she had to finish the thought. "I wish we were getting married. I mean, I wish I was courting you," he said. Teresa's heart was thumping very hard now. "It's OK," she said again, and he kissed her again. "We don't have to court, we can just..." He kissed her again. Teresa lay down on the picnic blanket and Krit lay down next to her and they kissed. They lay there in the warm sunshine on the top of the turbine station and kissed, just like she and Susan had done years ago. And she longed for the feeling of Susan's touch--no, she longed now for the feeling of Krit's touch, but the same sort of touch that Susan had given her. And so, after they had been kissing forever, without even really thinking about what she was doing, Teresa reached out and took Krit's hand, pretending at first that she just wanted to hold it, but at the same time directing him down and putting his hand on her knee, and then pulling it up, onto the inside of her thigh. Krit knew what she wanted, and as soon as she let go of his hand, he slid it up under her dress. The boy wasted no time, which made Teresa perfectly happy, and soon his fingers were rubbing against her sex through her panties. She smiled to herself; Susan was right, having an older boy was wonderful! Then he slipped his fingers under her panties and began rubbing her bare pussy lips. She felt a tickle, and a tingle, and then a jolt as her whole body gave a little shake from the electricity of his touch surging through her. And then, as she felt her face flush dark red from those wonderful feelings of sex again, she was overwhelmed with a desire to touch his penis. She had never touched a penis before. Susan had told her all about it--how they were long, and thick, and warm, and how the skin was soft and sweet and wonderful but underneath it was hard as a rock. And she laughed whenever Teresa called it a penis. "It's a penis when it's little," she said. "But when it's big, it's a cock!" "A cock?" "A cock. And do you know what boys want you to do with their cock?" "What?" Teresa had asked, big-eyed with excitement to hear what boys wanted her to do with their cocks. "They want you to suck it!" Susan was just as big-eyed, and hers were twinkling with excitement and merriment. "Suck it?" Teresa couldn't believe that Susan had ever done that before. "Oh, yeah!" her friend said, smiling big and closing her eyes. "And it's so big, it hardly fits. You have to open really big to get it to fit." And she opened her mouth really wide, showing Teresa how wide she had to open her mouth. "You try!" she said. And when Teresa opened as wide as she could, Susan stuck two fingers in the young girl's mouth. "Suck my cock!" she commanded, and Teresa sucked while Susan pulled her fingers out and pushed them in, several times, before the two of them collapsed on the roof of the turbine station in a fit of giggles. So Teresa had some idea what to expect when Krit pulled his hand out of her panties and sat up on his knees, next to her face, and started unbuckling his pants. She was already opening her mouth wide. He let out a funny sound, a grunt, or a moan, when his cockhead pushed into her mouth. She'd hardly had time to even look at it, all she really saw was a big purplish head. It was nothing like what she thought it would look like. It looked almost non-human, like some alien tool that was just designed to inject her with sperm. And she loved it, that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Krit's big aggressive masculine nonhuman tool to inject her with sperm. And then he was leaning over her, his hands on the blanket above her, and he was pumping his hips up and down and she realized what he was doing, he was fucking her in the mouth! And that thought made her so excited! She felt a burst of wetness flow out of her pussy and her body began to shake, just as he moaned out loud, "Oh fuck! Oh, fuck, Teresa!" Up until that moment, she really hadn't thought about the taste. It had just been this big thing stuck in her mouth, shoving in and out. But now, she had no choice but to think about the taste, because that suddenly became the overwhelming aspect of the experience. As Krit moaned, she felt his cock stiffen, and then pulse, and then suddenly her mouth was full of a warm, salty liquid, and before she could even figure out what it was, his cock pulsed again and another pump of it surged into her mouth, filling it completely, and she had no choice but to swallow. She remembered Susan telling her, "they always want you to swallow it!" And so she did, she gulped down a mouthful just is Krit fired another shot, and another, and she gulped those down, too. When he finished, he just sat above her, leaning over her, catching his breath, his cockhead twitching in her mouth. Eventually he sat back. Teresa sat up on her elbows and wiped her lips with the back of her hands. "You OK?" he asked her. She nodded, looking up at him sitting above her. "I'm sorry if..." She grinned and sat up and grabbed the water bottle and took a big swig. "Tastes weird." She took another big drink, then stood up. "Com'on, now, we've got something we have to do!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the big rolling steel door that was built into the cliff face of the mountain. "Help me open this," she said. And then both of them yanked on the giant rolled steel door until it lifted, powerful springs unleashed to hoist it high into the air, shimmering and quaking as it went, steel chains rattling. Behind the door was a large room carved into the cliff. Surrounding the walls, all around it, were boxes. Boxes and boxes, stacked high into the air. And in the middle of the room was an airplane--a glider, to be more precise, a bright white glider with long thin wings, a narrow body, and two open-air seats. "Wow!" Krit said with reverence. "What is this?" Teresa was climbing underneath the glider, pulling away the wheel blocks. "It's my grandma's. Com'on, help me." She'd walked around to the tail of the glider and was beginning to push it out of the "hanger." Kit ran around back to join her, and the glider--which was surprisingly light--slowly wheeled out onto the concrete expanse of the roof of the turbine station. Once they got it outside the door of the hanger, Teresa ran back and grabbed the wheel blocks and put them in place again. Then she started hauling boxes from the hanger and loading them into the glider. Krit joined her in hauling the boxes. "What's in these?" he asked her. "Food." "Food?" "Yeah, food. For the city dwellers." "Food for the city dwellers?" "Is that all you do, is repeat what I just said?" she said to him with a teasing grin. "Is that all you do, is repeat what I just said?" he answered. The girl laughed outloud. "Teresa is awesome!" Krit laughed outloud with her. "Teresa is silly!" "Hey!" She ran at him and tried to tackle him. He easily picked her up and hung her over one of his shoulders. Teresa was impressed by how strong he seemed to be. He carried her back into the storage shed and set her down by some boxes. "Seriously," he said. "Food? Why food?" "My grandmother took food to the children of the city dwellers all the time." "She did?" "Yeah." "Wow. That's awfully cool of her." "Yeah. And I really want to take food to them today, as a present for my grandma." "Of course!" They loaded the glider with boxes of food, and then Teresa set about hooking the nose of the airplane to the winches anchored to the front of the roof. The she clambered into the pilot's seat. "Get in!" she yelled down at Krit. "Coming!" he yelled back, already mounting the ladder. "Buckles!" she said, strapping herself in and then picking up a leather aviator's helmet from the floor of the plane and pulling it on over her head and securing a pair of goggles. "Helmet, too!" "You ready? Hang tight!" She reached up and pulled a tripwire that ran from the winches past the airplane and secured to the cliff face behind them. The trip wire disengaged the locking mechanism on the spring-loaded winches, which immediately sent the airplane racing across the concrete roof and into the air. "Oh my god!" Krit shouted, a sound of both breathlessness and exhilaration. "Awesome, isn't it?" Teresa yelled over the rushing wind. "Oh my god!" was all Krit could say in response. It wasn't more than five minutes before they were silently gliding over the city center of Nakhon Sawan, big lazy looping circles as they slowly worked their way down to the piazza. A huge crowd of city-dweller children were gathering, looking up at them. "When I tell you," Teresa shouted back at Krit when they had circled down until they were no more than thirty feet above the square, "pull that lever there." "This lever?" "The only lever! And pull it now!" He pulled the lever, and the bay doors of the glider flew open, and the boxes of food fell down into the crowded square. Kids ran away, the boxes split open when they hit the ground and packages of food went flying. The kids scrambled back and gathered the food. "OK, close 'em now!" "Huh?" "The lever! Push it back into place!" "Oh!" The boy pushed the lever back into place, closing the bay doors. Then Teresa pulled back the yoke and the glider started climbing. Right then, a crowd of city dwellers came running out of a building with a large gun, mounted it on a tripod, and started shooting at the glider. "SHIT!" the boy hollered. "Teresa!!!" All concentration, she banked the glider, catching the breeze as it rose up the mountains, and climbing, climbing, until she was a hundreds of feet above the turbine station, then slowly and gently letting the plane down. As she landed on the concrete expanse of the roof, the glider's tailhook snagged perfectly on the first of the braking wires stretched across the roof and the glider came to a gentle stop. Teresa unbuckled herself and jumped out of the plane. Krit sat in his seat, still buckled, catching his breath and looking stunned. "Come on, moron!" she laughed as she unhooked the tailhook. He unbuckled and climbed out, a bit shaky on his legs. Teresa was already spinning the glider 180 degrees to roll it back, tail first, into the hanger. "Why did they shoot as us?" Krit asked Teresa as they sat in the catwalks up in the rafters of the turbine station, munching on some more bread and cheese and looking down on the city shining orange and yellow in the late afternoon sun, as the huge blades of the turbine slowly swooshed through their vision. The city was teeming now, millions of city dwellers, millions upon millions of them. If it's true that they are planning another uprising, the Sangkum were screwed. "The city dwellers hate us," Teresa answered. Krit nodded. "So, you think there's an uprising gonna happen?" "I don't know," she said. "Maybe." "What are we going to do if there is?" She looked at him, and he looked at her. She felt her heart flutter for a moment as their eyes met. "We can take the glider, go up into the mountains." "I'd like that," he said. "I'd like to run away with you." She smiled. "There's people in the deep mountains, they say." He put his arm around her. "Yeah." "They live a long ways away from all of this, from the war and the rising oceans and the dying forests." "Yeah." "That's where we should go. We should go find those people and live with them." Teresa was just looking up at him, her eyes focused on his, nodding. Then he set down the loaf of bread and the block of cheese and leaned in and kissed her. Teresa and Krit sat up there the catwalks and kissed for hour after hour, to the gentle swooshing sound of the turbine blades, in the soft yellow light of the setting sun, the constant shadow of the blades passing over them, until it had gotten so late but there was no more light coming into the turbine station. But even then the lovers were unaware. "That dress," Krit whispered to her. "It must be uncomfortable." "It is," she whispered back. "Here..." Krit spread the picnic blanket out onto the floor of the catwalk, then reached over to his new friend and unzipped the back of her dress. Teresa had never been naked in front of a boy before. Such a thing was unheard of in Sangkum society. And so her heart was pounding as she leaned forward and crossed her arms over her chest and grabbed the tight shoulders and sleeves of the dress and pulled it down. With her mourning dress now down around her waist, she turned her head nervously to look at Krit. He had already pulled his coat and tie off and and was unbuttoning his shirt. And as she watched him take his shirt off, she slipped her dress over her waist and down her legs. And her heart was slamming in her chest. Naked now, except for her panties and her socks, she laid down on the picnic blanket as Krit unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. She could see that he was shaking, which added excitement to her nervousness. And then he was naked, except like Teresa for his underwear and his socks, and he climbed onto the picnic blanket with her. They kissed, and they kissed, and somehow, Teresa wasn't entirely sure but somehow, their underwear came off and he was on top of her. She was so scared she couldn't even move but it didn't matter because Susan was so right, it was so wonderful to be with an older boy who knew what he was doing! After kissing her forever, he moved his mouth down from her mouth, down her chin to her neck, and she knew what her was doing, where he was going, and she was so excited! Susan sometimes had kissed her nipples but she was only nine then, and her nipples weren't nearly as sensitive as they are now. Despite the dark, Krit found her little breasts easily enough, and kissed them all over, wonderful tongue-on kisses all over her skin and then her nipples, and as his tongue lapped at her swollen little nubs she felt surges of electricity course through her body and she felt heat in between her legs, and then wetness. And then he moved off of her nipples, off of her breasts, and she was so disappointed! Until she realized where he was going. Teresa knew that guys kissed girls down there. Susan told her all about it. But even though she had really, really wanted to find out what it was like to be kissed down there, she hadn't been able to bring herself to ask Susan to do it. So now, as Krit was kissing her down her chest, and then down her belly, she knew this was going to be the first time. And she was terribly nervous and embarrassed, because she knew she was already soaking wet down there, and that she was getting even wetter. And then he was kissing her pubic hair, the little bit of hair that she had, and her heart was pounding so hard that she felt like she was going to pass out. And then, oh, man, oh, god, oh fuck! He put his mouth right on her pussy! Almost instantly she felt like she was starting to come; her whole body was on fire, waves of wonderful tingles coursing through her. Involuntarily, she lifted her legs in the air and she put her hands on Krit's head. And then she felt his tongue slide wetly up her slit, and she felt her whole body shake and, completely out of control, she arched her back and let out a little squeek and pressed her legs together, Krit's poor head locked between her thighs. He licked her again, and again, and then his tongue was on her clit and she was coming now, coming hard, one big, solid, long, earth-shattering orgasm! She was nowhere near finished with her orgasm when he lifted his head away from her pussy, and she was so disappointed! Until she realized what he was going to do next. He had a totally serious look on his face as he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand and climbed up on top of her. He was all business now, he knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it, and Teresa wanted to give it to him so badly! She wanted so badly to give her little pussy to her big strong man. Fuck me! she wanted to shout. Fuck me, Krit, fuck me now! But she couldn't say a word. It didn't matter, though. He wasn't asking for permission. He was acting on instinct. And as he held himself above her on his hands and knees she felt his big thick head pushing against her, down between her legs, and then he reached down and she felt him pushing in and she was so thrilled, and so scared, and so happy! And then it hurt, it hurt a lot, but she just closed her eyes and tried to be good for him. And even though she was crying now, hot tears smarting down the sides of her face, she felt him filling her and she knew he was inside her and it felt unbelievably good! And she felt him pull back and then go inside again and OH! He was holding himself up on his hands again and looking down at her and he had the sweetest look, he was so concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked. She nodded, unable to speak, and reached up to wipe the tears from her face. "I don't want to..." he said, pulling back and pushing in, "...do anything that... hurts you." She nodded. "I'm..." she whispered, breathlessly, "...OK." He smiled, so sweetly. He is so beautiful! And he lifted his hand and wiped away a errant tear from her face and then leaned his face down and kissed her. Teresa was stretched wide open by his huge and wonderful cock, driving into her, over and over, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred times! Oh, yeah! It was so wonderful to be fucked by him, this was the greatest feeling she'd ever had, even better than anything she'd experienced with Susan and she was so happy to be giving herself to him, and to have him on top of her like this. It made her feel so vulnerable, and yet at the same time so protected. And she knew then, she discovered, what it really meant to be in love with a man. And so she wrapped her arms and her legs around him and held him tight as he continued to make love to her. He was breathing hard now. He was laying on top of her and had his head on her shoulder, his mouth close to her ear, and she could feel his hot breath and hear as it became more and more labored. And then, with his cock all the way inside her, he stopped, and she heard him grunt and she felt this wonderful warmth filling her vagina and she knew he was coming. And it made her so happy, she just lay there, holding him tightly to her with her arms and her legs wrapped around him and smiling as she felt him pump more of his warm cum inside her. When he was done coming into her, he held himself up above her and kissed her, and she opened her mouth and they kissed for a long time until finally his penis slipped out of her and then a few moments later, with his tongue still in her mouth, she felt his cum begin to leak out of her too. Teresa was awakened from a dead sleep by the sound of an explosion, loud and echoing through the mountains. She sat up, not entirely sure what it was that awoke her. It took her a moment to get her bearings... in the catwalks... on a picnic blanket... naked... That last thought made her smile, and she turned and looked and there was Krit, still asleep, his beautiful strong naked body shining reddish from the light passing through the turbine. She scrunched her nose, her brain still foggy. Why is the light red? Her mind was finally beginning to clear of sleep. Why is it shining red? And flickering like... Bam! Baaam! A series of loud explosions caused her to jump to her feet. Krit sat up onto his elbows, looking confused. "Come on!" Teresa hollered, already pulling her panties on and throwing Krit's pants at him. He hopped along behind her as she ran to the ladder leading up to the roof of the turbine station, pulling her dress on as she ran. In a moment they were on the roof again. Their eyes were watering now, searing from smoke. Giant billowing clouds of smoke pouring out of the city. The city, and the smoke above it, glowed orange and yellow and red from countless fires burning everywhere. Great giant gunships, the size of whole neighborhoods, hung in the air nearly motionless within the red glowing smoke, firing endless streams of rockets that exploded on the streets below amid huge crowds of city dwellers. Teresa and Krit watched in stunned silence as they realized that they were seeing before them the death of thousands. Of tens of thousands. And then suddenly a rocket flew up from the ground and slammed into the bottom of a gunship and the ship began to burn. Moving in slow motion, it seemed to turn, like a wounded animal confronting its attacker, as the fire climbed up its massive side. And then the ship split in two and each half, the front and the back, slowly collapsed and fell onto the tens if thousands of city dwellers, of people, of human beings, below. The other gunships turned and, still lobbing their rockets into the crowds, began accelerating away. "I think... I think the Chang Mai are retreating," Krit said. All Teresa could do was nod while searing hot tears rolled down her cheeks. The next morning; the morning after. The colors of the nighttime battle were gone now; all around them was grey; ashen grey billowing smoke, here and there accented with a reddish glow from fires still burning. And the destruction was not limited to the city; no, not hardly. All through the mountain valleys, smoke billowed grey and ominous. Teresa could hardly bring herself to look at her own family's estate. She had seen it go up in flames during the night. She could only hope that they made it into the refuge caves further up the valley. The two lovers sat at the edge of the roof and stared in silence. There was no sound at all except for the gentle sound of wind blowing down the valley from the heights above them and the slow, low, endless swoosh of the turbine blades. Sometime around mid-morning they pushed the glider out of the hanger, filled it with boxes of food, and hooked it up to the slingshot winches. A minute later they were airborne, flying above the destruction in huge loops, gradually gaining altitude as the breeze coming down the mountain valleys gave lift to the wings. To the north, and the west, they could see green and purple mountains, lush and fertile and beautiful. To the south, and the east, they could see the ocean, dark against the smoke-grayed sky; the ocean that already was lapping against the top of the giant escarpment built to hold it back. Soon the water would rise enough that it will breach the protections, as it has for the last hundred years to each of a series of protections that mankind has built in a fool's effort to hold back the inevitable. Soon, this wholesale destruction by the wars of humankind that smoldered beneath them would be meaningless, irrelevant, forgotten. Engulfed and overwhelmed by the endless sea. Up and up the glider rose into the sky until it was higher than Teresa had ever been, higher than all the mountains, high enough that the giant billows of smoke rising from her family's compound were nothing more than tiny puffs among a million similar tiny puffs. Only then did she bank the glider to the north, and the west, heading to the deep mountains. =-=-=-=-o0o-=-=-=-= Epilogue They stood together, Teresa and Krit, looking out from the loft door of the old barn. The view from up there was unbelievable, they could see forever. The boy had his arm around the girl. Teresa smiled at him. "We told the old couple we were brother and sister," she said. He laughed. "Yeah, but you know what that old man thinks of us, I'm sure he wouldn't be surprised to learn that the Sangkum practice incest." Teresa laughted. The old woman was unbelievabley nice to them. The man was, actually, too, even though he didn't like the valley folk. After they'd landed the glider in a nearby field, some of the villagers who arrived on the scene were quite hostile. "Sangkum shit!" they were shouting. "Die Sangkum shit!" But the old woman would have nothing to do with it. "These chil'n landed in our field, we take care of them." The crowd hurled more insults their way. "Jeremiah, tell these people to leave these chil'n be." The old man hemmed and hawed and kicked the dirt. "Come on you old man," the woman said. "Peoples, you gotta go and leave these childrens be." The crowd was unhappy but it was enough to calm them down, and once Teresa had showed them that the plane was stocked full of boxes of food, they were downright friendly. The men of the village helped push the glider into the old couple's barn in exchange for a box of food apiece. The old woman cooked them a beautiful dinner of curried rice and vegetables and jasmine tea, and then she apologized to Teresa, "I ain't got no mourning clothes, who you mournin' for girl? Can't be just from yesterday's battle." "Ought to be mourning the city folk you know," the old man said. "They's dead by the thousands." "The valley folk died by the thousands too," Krit said. The old man looked at Krit with beady red eyes and opened his mouth. But then he closed it again, and nodded briefly. "Suspect you're right there, young'un," he said. The old woman shook her head. "It's all so bad," she said softly. "So then, girl, who you mournin' for?" "My grandmother," Teresa said. "She died two days ago," Krit added. The woman looked at Krit. "Your grandma, too, then boy?" "Uh, that's right." The woman looked right at his maroon shirt and smiled and Teresa knew she'd figured out their secret already. "I'm sure old Jeremiah has clothes suitable for a mourning boy--young man I should say. Don't you Jeremiah? You take this young man and find him some suitable clothes, there, mister." The old man sighed and stood and signaled to Krit to follow him. "But child," the woman said, looking back at Teresa, "I ain't'a got nothin' for you but my daughter's things." She handed Teresa a box full of bright-colored dresses and shirts and scarves, the wonderful colorful clothing of the mountain folk. "Oh, I love it!" Teresa said, her eyes sparkling. "But it ain't appropriate for mournin' folk." "I don't want to be in mourning," Teresa said. "My grandmother would have hated it anyway! She would've wanted me to wear these beautiful colorful dresses!" The old woman smiled. "I like your grandmother already." Teresa smiled up at the woman. "You're very kind to me," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh my child," the woman said, and wrapped her arms around Teresa. The girl started sobbing. "Oh my child," the woman said again, "you cry, baby, you cry. You've got the whole hurt of the world on your shoulders and nobody can take that, not for long." Eventually Teresa stepped back and dried her eyes. "Ma little baby girl died when she was 'bout your age," the woman said. "Oh," Teresa said, starting to cry again. "It was so very long ago now, I'm over it. But you remind me of her. You don't look like her, but girl, you got her spark." Teresa smiled at the old woman. "Spark." "That's right. You shine like the sun, just like my baby girl did. Now you take that dirty old dress off and make your grandma happy and make me happy to and put on something nice and colorful and pretty." "Yes, ma'am," Teresa said. A minute later she was twirling around in a patchwork dress of a million colors. "Oh you look fine girl!" the old woman said. Krit and the old man walked in. Krit smiled at Teresa. "You look beautiful!" he said. "You look just like Daisy," the old man said with a sound of reverence. "Don't she!" the old woman said. She turned and looked at Teresa. "Daisy was our daughter." "You look just like Daisy!" the old man said again, his voice cracking. "The world is a funny place," the woman said. "You just never know what's going to happen next." And now Teresa and Krit were together alone in the loft, looking out over the endless mountains. In the very very far distance you could see the smoldering runs of Nakhon Sawan, and the ocean beyond. The girl turned to the boy and they took each other by the hands and then they kissed. And then they lay down on the blanket in the hay and they kissed. Patchwork dress off now, old grey suit in pile in the hay; lovers entwined, arms and legs wrapped 'round each other. And they rolled in the hay, and they rocked, first him on top, then her, rocking together and loving each other and laughing and giggling. And she felt him stiffen inside her, and he made those wonderful sounds she'd heard the day before on the roof of the turbine station, the heavy breathing and the grunting and she felt herself suddenly warm and full and she knew that Krit was filling her with his cum and she was holding him tight and smiling. The morning after, she stood at the loft window again, looking across the ages to the ruins of Nakhon Sawan, and she knew that she and Krit had found a new home, and that they would be safe here. Krit was still asleep and so she pulled on her patchwork dress and climbed down from the loft and went to the house and the old woman was making griddle cakes and she smiled her big beautiful smile when she saw Teresa. "And how did you sleep my chil'?" the woman asked. "Wonderfully," Teresa answered. "That boy of yours--your brother--" she said with a sly smile, "--he didn't keep you up now did he?" Teresa felt herself blushing, and the woman smiled. "Why he did! That sly one!" "Did what?" the old man said as he shuffled into the kitchen. "Who did what?" "None of your bid'ness you old nose!" the woman said, winking at Teresa. The man poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Teresa, who took a little sip. It was the most delicious coffee she'd ever had. These mountains are where the best coffee in the world is grown. "'Old nose,'" the man grumbled as he poured himself a cup. Then he looked up at Teresa and his faded blue eyes twinkled. "You sleep well last night?" he asked her. She just knew the old man had figured them out, too. "Great," she said. He nodded. "It's really beautiful here," she said. "Krit and I are really happy." "Mary and me are happy you to came to us, too, aren't we Mary?" The old woman smiled. "The world is a funny place," she said again. "You just never know what's going to happen next." [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

Kate Versus The Zombies, Part Two: Commander Kate by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2017 Story codes: Mg11, Mf, Mfffg, SciFi, lolita, harem Summary: Meet eleven-year-old Kate, a skilled zombie killer and--this will surprise you to learn--a nymphomaniac. Self-proclaimed 'dirtiest girl you've ever met.' In part two, Kate is introduced to the rest of the girls, and I've added a big section of the 'backstory' that didn't exist in the Loliwood version. I hope it doesn't bore you too much. This story was originally published at Loliwood Studios and has been fairly extensively edited for this re-publication, this tale is only an excerpt from a much larger story that has never been written. ============== Disclaimer If it is not legal for you to access this story, you must leave immediately. This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of art. While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals. All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are understood to be fictional and fantasy. This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults; 2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy depictions of rape and abusive behavior. If you find any of these subjects objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. This story is intended for adult readers only. If you are not of legal age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately. Thank you, ~CH =============== It was a pleasant and leisurely cruise along the southern coast of England; hell, there was even some occasional sun along the way, which matched my light-hearted disposition when I saw Kate and Sarah actually seem to get along every now and again. Honestly, I think that dropping the lurchers at Sheerness had been a bonding experience for them. It'd given Sarah the chance to play her favorite role of a "mother hen," and I had a feeling that Kate hadn't had a female she could look up to in years, and was beginning to like it. Eventually our little scow with her jury-rigged sail arrived at our destination and we glided nice and easy into the empty wharf. Our Jackal was dutiful waiting for us where we'd left her, and shortly the three of us were bouncing down the pock-marked road to our compound. We lived, my ladies and I, in a castle. A castle of sorts, at least. Once upon a time apparently it'd been a real castle, built in the fifteenth century to ward off rioting peasants, the ungrateful slime, always demanding to keep a little more corn to feed their babies. Like most castles that reach their sixth century, this one was mostly a ruin, but luckily the seat in the House of Lords was bought by some wealthy upstart industrialist in the later part of nineteenth century, and along with it came the castle, and he set about modernizing it. One thing he did, thankfully, was fully restore the curtain wall, even though rioting peasants' were not much of an issue any more. Except the Bolsheviks I suppose. The guy couldn't have guessed the marauding hordes of undead that the wall would keep at bay a hundred and fifty years later, but we were damn glad he was an obsessed neogothic and liked the appearance of a fortification enough to spend the money to repair the wall and install a handsome set of heavy iron gates that even a skilled driver in an armored vehicle would have some difficulty ramming through. Lurchers, the poor mindless idiots, didn't have a prayer against it. The rest of the place was nicely modernized, at least by the standards of the industrial age, and subsequent owners did their part, too. The castle itself consisted of several halls on the ground floor with twenty foot ceilings, absolutely impossible to keep warm against the winter fog and rain, a decently modernized kitchen designed to serve dozens at a time, and twelve sleeping quarters filling the upstairs floors. Most interesting were the two turret towers, lovingly restored and providing an expansive view of the surrounding forested hillsides. Inside the curtain wall was a pond, perfect for a little swim on a warm summer day, and a nearby well which pumped out clear cool spring water, at least when we were running the diesel generator. And there was a hen house, a garden, a stable... A pretty good setup, really, so long as you stayed inside the curtain wall and didn't venture out into the undead hellscape of the rest of the world. Elizabeth opened the gate as we pulled up in the Jackal, dispensing with our usual protocol of sending gunners to the top of the wall before opening the gates. It was broad daylight, after all, and the lurchers aren't big fans of the sun, and I was at the Jackal's big gun and ready to smoke any stray zombies that decided to make an appearance. So Elizabeth opened the gates and greeted us with an enthusiastic wave. Ah, Elizabeth. What a fine woman she was, a Nordic blonde with strikingly merry blue eyes, strong and solid and buxom, her belly swollen and her cheeks a rosey pink from the blush of her second pregnancy in the last two years. Our first baby, little Josie, was at the hip of Bobbie, Elizabeth's eldest daughter, who at twelve years of age was a spitting image of her mother in every way except for her more girlish physique. I jumped from the Jackal and opened the door of the truck for Kate, offering her a hand to help her down. This caused her to give me a somewhat confused look. The girl definitely wasn't used to chivalry. "Elizabeth, this is Kate," I said by way of introductions, patting Elizabeth's belly to greet the baby growing there. Kate eyed the woman suspiciously, but did accept her offer of a handshake. Then I shouted out loud, "Girls, I've got someone here I want you to meet!" Squeals came from around the compound as I jogged back to close the gates. Soon there was shoving and arguing, and from various places around the castle grounds appeared a gaggle of girls ranging in ages from eight to sixteen; Beatrice is the youngest, Emma the oldest, I won't bore you with the names of the others for now. They swarmed around Kate, who was clearly and immediately overwhelmed. Terrified. She grabbed onto me like a child clinging to her father for protection. Oblivious, the girls all talked at the same time, like girls will do often do. "Where do you want to sleep?" "You can sleep in our room, we have two extra beds!" Kate just held tighter to me in response. "I think it'll probably be best if Kate sleeps in me and Jennie's room for the first night, OK?" "Oh! No fair!" "Com'on Jennie, let's show Kate our room. Kate, this is my niece, Jennie." At this point, I suppose I ought to give you a bit more background about who these people are, and how they all came to be at our compound. Were I ever to write up in full detail the whole story of what happened to us, you'd know already, but I'll fill in what I can now, hopefully without boring you too much or sidetracking very far from the narrative of Kate, who is, of course, the subject of this particular story. Two years ago, my family joined my wife's siblings for a rendezvous in London. One early morning, everyone went out to a spot near our hotel for breakfast. Having been out pubbing the night before, I opted to stay in bed instead, to sleep off the effects of too much ale. Jennie and her father were in a room a few doors down from ours, and she stayed in as well, though not for the same reason. Mostly I suppose because a twelve-year-old girl preferred to Snapchat with her friends back home, rather than go out for breakfast with a bunch of boring relatives. Sometime around noon, I got a text from Jennie, asking if I'd heard anything from the family. She'd expected them to be home hours ago, she said, and repeated calls and texts to her father had gone unanswered. Eventually she came over to my room, and we watched with increasing horror the news on the television and the internet. Something was terribly wrong. By six PM, the TV was nothing but static on every channel, the internet was down, and we stood at the window of the hotel, watching utter mayhem on the streets below. That was the first, and worst, night of "the troubles." We never saw our loved ones again. We have no idea to this day what happened to them. The hotel proved a decent enough place to hole up against the zombie horde. For one thing, it turns out that the undead are quite bad at negotiating a staircase. And they probably wouldn't have been any better at using the elevator, but that didn't matter; there'd been no electricity since the morning after the apocalypse. So, while the ground floor was teaming with the fuckers, particularly at night, we were safe up the stairs, especially once we sufficiently secured the stairway doors. We had decent enough food from the kitchen, which luckily was on the second floor, but we lacked for weapons other than a few chef's knives and broom handles. That left us veritable prisoners in that damned hotel, a situation that we soon realized needed to change. So we gathered up what food we could, and other items, and hauled it all down to my rental car. I probably could have found a better vehicle for a journey into hell than the little Peugeot I'd rented, but it didn't really occur to me at the time. And it sure would have been good to have more by way of weaponry then a few kitchen knives. Regardless, speeding through the streets of London proved an easy way to foil the flesh-eating ambitions of the lurchers, and even put a few of them out of their misery when they happened into the middle of the street. Eventually we made it to the countryside, where things were a little calmer. I found a petrol station, and we filled the car and every gas can we could find, and headed out again. Our destination was a refurbished castle that we'd visited earlier, before that terrible night. I knew that it would be a good spot for us, both because of the curtain wall, with fresh water and a garden inside, and because of its proximity to a nearby military base, where I hoped we could scavenge the weaponry we so badly needed. I figured there'd be plenty of food at the base as well. Those first few nights in our new home were terrifying. The local lurchers were apparently aware of our presence and would gather by the score outside the wall, but eventually we were convinced that the gates would hold them back and their presence became something like nighttime background noise. Some people get to be lulled to sleep by soft waves rolling against a nearby shore; we got moaning zombies. Oh well. As Kate puts it, that's life in the zombie apocalypse. We started calling the horde our "paparazzi." Speaking of our nights... Even though there were a dozen bedrooms in the place, my niece Jennie would not sleep away from me; we'd shared a bed, and an intimate if nonsexual bedtime closeness, since the troubles had begun. She liked to have me hold her tight while she spooned against me and we fell a into a troubled sleep. Eventually, weeks after that terrible first day of hell and now in the comfort of a safe and soft bed with a beautiful girl nearby, I began to feel the usual feelings that a man will feel. At first, I'd wait until I was certain she was asleep, and then quietly masturbate before falling asleep myself. I did my best to avoid thinking of the girl while I rubbed myself off, because that seemed wrong and unnatural, but this proved more difficult than I thought. Within a few nights, I was staring at her soft beautiful sleeping face as I jacked off, imagining her beneath me, or on top of me, or on her hands and knees and offering herself to me. I'd known Jennie since she was a baby, and admired her throughout her twelve years as only an uncle can. I thrilled at watching her blossom into her adolescence, in all the meaning of that phrase: smart, precocious, and increasingly sexy. She was an incredibly beautiful girl. Dark hair with a hint of red, bright green eyes, a small and slender and girlish frame that in the last few months had begun to show signs of pending womanhood. It was inevitable that I would find myself craving her, there at the end of the world, ensconced in our new protective home. And crave her I most certainly did. One night while I was masturbating and staring again at her beautiful face, she opened her eyes and, seeing me stare, gave a little smile. I reached a hand out to hers. In her sleepy state, she was unaware of what I was doing, but when I pulled her hand to me and set it on my engorged cock, her eyes went instantly wide and she pulled away. But I still had hold of her wrist, and I pulled her back. She was hesitant, but otherwise unresisting, as I showed her how to wrap her fingers around my thickness and then helped her to pump her little fist along my length. Eventually I took over for her, breathing hard and whispering "Oh Jennie!" as I came. She didn't say a word after I was finished; she just spooned against me, as she loves to do, and it was a sweetly tender moment between uncle and niece as we fell asleep together. The next night, I didn't wait until she was asleep. I was disappointed that she didn't offer me her hand, and I had to reach over and take it. Again she resisted at first, trying to pull back, and again I held her wrist tightly and pulled her hand to me. This time I kept her hand in place until I finished, with my hand wrapped around hers and helping her to stroke. As I came, I turned slightly on my side, to face her, and jets of semen landed on her belly and torso and soaked into her pajamas. She spooned tenderly against me again when I was done. This became a regular occurrence for us. She never offered her hand, I always had to take hold of it and pull it into place, and then together we would jack me off. When I began slipping my hand down her pants at the same time, she tried to stop me, but I would have none of that and soon I was fingering her to orgasm, of a sort at least, while she and I together made me cum. During this time, we finally worked up the nerve to venture out to the nearby army base. The first time, we found the courtyard littered with weapons, probably dropped in place when the soldiers zombified. We left that day armed to the teeth, and over the course of the next several weeks, we returned many times, leaving the Peugeot and commandeering an armored Jackal instead. We brought home a diesel generator and a tanker trailer of fuel, and everything from handguns and grenade launchers to sniper rifles. Finally, we were in a position to start a large-scale depopulation of the lurchers of the world. But it was still just we two, just a man and his twelve-year-old ​niece. That, of course, was soon to change. It was fairly early in the AM, nine o'clock I suppose, one day when I heard​ the sound of a car horn blasting from outside the gate. I about fell off the chair I was sitting on while eating my oatmeal, and I was out the front door of the castle, an A2 in my hands on the assumption that somehow the fucking lurchers had managed to commandeer a car, or God knows what. The last thing I expected to be true was the thing I hoped for the most--that there honestly was some human, some living non-undead human, outside the gate and honking their horn to be let in. And there, on the other side of the gate, sat a pickup truck. When the driver saw me, she set to honking furiously again, and I could see why... a lurcher was emerging from the woods, his cold blank stare focused on the truck. As I ran to the gate, she rolled down her window and stuck a rifle out, and I raised the A2 as well and we both fired a few rounds at the poor undead's forehead and dispatched him to the great lurcher kingdom beyond the vale of tears. I opened the gate, and welcomed the newcomers. I didn't really want to aim the gun right at them, especially since I'd figured out that it was a woman and her daughter, but I have to admit, defensiveness had become my primary stance by then and the sudden appearance of humans of the non-flesh eating variety was both joyously welcome and overwhelmingly terrifying at the same time. Elizabeth--for that is who the mother was--seemed to understand, and before she even opened the door of the truck, she made a point of demonstrating that she was setting the rifle barrel-down in the front seat before stepping out with her hands in the air. It turns out the Elizabeth and her ten-year-old daughter, Bobbie, had been living out the apocalypse at her nearby farm, where they'd managed to keep a few animals alive despite the lurchers' insatiable hunger for living flesh. But things were terrible for them there, out in the open like they were, and when they'd heard gunshots ringing out from the castle, they figured there must be other humans there and decided to find out for themselves. When they climbed from their truck and first laid eyes upon our little slice of heaven in hell, they knew instantly that they needed to stay with us, and my offer of the same was immediately and enthusiastically accepted. By eveningtime, Jennie and Bobbie had become fast friends while Elizabeth and I made several trips back and forth to the farm, gathering their belongings and food, and the animals. Now our paradise inside the curtain wall was populated with a milk cow, a mother sow with a litter of piglets, and a flock of hens. And one very lucky rooster. Elizabeth told me her story over glasses of rum that night, while the girls played video games on the television nearby, I having fired up the generator so that the two of them could have some rare electrified gametime for a change. She was local girl, Elizabeth was, who'd gotten knocked up when she was seventeen by a widowed farmer three times her age. He was a good man, it seems, a church-goer and family friend who'd asked her to help him out with his kids after his wife had died. She was thirteen then, and over the next few years became a mainstay in his household. The outcome was predictable. He'd married her, once she was in a womanly way, then died eight years later and left her alone on the farm with their child. She'd​ managed to run the place on her own, with hired hands and the occasional help from her husband's older children, who by then had grown up and moved away. Two years later, when the shit hit the fan, her time alone had taught her a remarkable resilience and she and Bobbie had somehow managed to survive the lurchers' onslaught. She knew, though, that they wouldn't be able to survive like that forever, but like us, she'd assumed that she and her daughter were the only survivors left in the world. This caused her great despair, a feeling she was not accustomed to; she felt that God had abandoned her when her husband died, and now had abandoned the world as well. Finding us, she told me that night, several glasses of rum into the evening, had renewed her hope in the future. "We're sort of like Adam and Eve, aren't we?" she said with a half-drunken smile. "We have to repopulate the world!" "Be fruitful and multiply!" I said with great enthusiasm, and we raised our glasses in a toast. We set about the chore of being fruitful and multiplying that very night, the first night that we'd met, up in the bedroom that she and Bobbie had selected to be theirs, while the girls played video games below. She proved to be a wonderful lover, a dream come true for a man who needed it very badly: beautiful and buxom, playful and energetic. I was thoroughly smitten by the second time I mounted her that night, and the feeling has only increased over the years. When Jennie and I retired together to our own bed after Elizabeth and I had finished, she reached her hand down to my cock, voluntarily for the first time in our relationship. What she found, though, wasn't what she'd come to expect. "You're not hard?" she whispered. "Yeah," I said, "not tonight I guess." "Is it because of Elizabeth? Did you guys, you know..." "We did." She pulled her hand away. "Do you like her?" I reached out and took her wrist and brought her hand back. "I do. She seems nice, and she's a good mother." I helped the girl to cup her little fingers around my balls, then reached over to slip my hands down her pants. She stopped my hand. "I don't want to," she said. "You don't need to be jealous, Jennie," I said. "I'm not jealous," she said quickly, then added crossly, "I just don't want to." She tried to pull her hand away from my balls, but I caught her wrist and held it there. "But I want to," I said. I forced my other hand free and pushed it down her pants. She let out a labored breath as I started petting her kitten. "Do you..." she whispered, "do you still like me?" "Of course I do, Jennie," I said. "I love you." "Okay." By now, I was halfway to hard, and she wrapped a fist around my shaft and started pumping. The girl had gotten good with her hand from the weeks of practice she'd had by then. "Just because I made love with Elizabeth doesn't mean I don't love you, Jennie." "Okay." By now, she'd gotten me to full erection. "And you know, baby, I want very badly to make love with you, too," I said. She didn't respond. She just looked at me with her wide green eyes. She was uncooperative as I pulled her pajama pants down, keeping her legs tight together. I put my hands on her knees. "I won't do this if you don't want to," I said. Again she didn't respond, but she also didn't resist, as I spread her legs open. I suppose the girl was conflicted; she'd never been an enthusiastic partner, but clearly she also harbored some jealousy toward my new relationship with Elizabeth. Somewhere in her hesitant young mind, she was probably honestly glad that I wanted to fuck her, even if she wouldn't admit it, even to herself. And so it was that I got my second pussy that evening. Unlike the first, the second was unenthusiastic to the point of unresponsive. But regardless of that, I'm sure I don't need to tell you how wonderful it was to take my twelve-year-old niece's virginity, even if she didn't see it that way. I'll skip the gory details, since this is really supposed to be a story about Kate and the zombies, not about sex with my niece. You can assume the usual stuff--tight, hot, wet, a little bit of pain for her and a fuck of a lot of pleasure for me. Hopefully some pleasure for her, too, although it was hard to tell because she was entirely non-committal throughout. And, yes, I did cum inside, although I think my little guys had already been so well-drained inside Elizabeth that they didn't have much to offer Jennie. A couple weeks later, Elizabeth suggested that there must be others survivors out there, since we had managed to survive, our two little groups, apart for so long. And so we started setting out on little excursions to see if we could find anyone else, any other humans out in the wasteland. These jaunts burned a fuck of a lot of gas--jesus the Jackal burned through the gas!--and resulted in plenty of lurchers being sent to the great beyond, but no success at finding other survivors. Until one fine day when we were making our way down a winding street in London town, blowing the heads off of the occasional lurcher who was lucky enough to appear around the corner of a building. We were passing by an unnoticed, nondescript doorway, when suddenly the door opened, just a crack, and the head of a young woman peeked out. Excitedly, Elizabeth stopped the Jackal and jumped out, while I provided cover from behind the big gun. The woman invited her in, and a few minutes later Elizabeth peeked out the door and waved me in as well. It was a boarding school. A girls' boarding school. The woman was Sarah, whom you've already met. She was a teacher's assistant in her early twenties, and had managed to keep alive and protected a small group of her charges, seven girls of varying ages from very young to early teens. I won't go into the details of their life in hell for the last few months, but it ain't a pretty tale. Sarah was hesitant to take up the offer to join us at the castle. She had an independent streak that I'm sure existed even before the troubles, but that had certainly increased since. The girls, however, were thrilled with the idea. Just being able to run through the grass barefoot again, this was something that none of them had experienced in months, and probably figured that they never would again. So, with the well-being of the girls always in the front of her mind, Sarah finally relented. It took a few trips to get all of them and their stuff back to the castle, but by the evening, we were feasting on roasted pig prepared by Elizabeth's skilled hands in the kitchen, and music was blaring from one of the kid's freshly recharged​ iPods and a nice Bluetooth speaker. It was a celebration. They were family already. Sarah told us that she knew they weren't the only survivors in London. But the story wasn't a happy one. There was a man in town that maintained a harem of sorts, keeping a few dozen women locked up in a hotel. Some of his prisoners were girls from Sarah's school that'd been convinced to join him, or had been kidnapped. This was why she was so hesitant to join us, figuring that our description of paradise inside the curtain wall was just a veneer to disguise the sexual slavery hidden behind. This man, this sadist, was the only surviving male that she knew of, until she met me. Rumor was, she said, among the few ladies she knew that scraped out a living by themselves, that the disease had effected males at a higher rate than females. Maybe it was tied to the sex chromosome. Elizabeth and I agreed that this seemed to make the most sense. We pledged that night to find a way to free these women hostages, although Sarah assured us that the man was armed to the teeth and wouldn't let go of a single one without a bloodbath. Alright, then, we said, it's a long term goal, but let's never forget it. And we never did. So thus ends the saga of how all these ladies came to live with us in our fortified compound in the English countryside. Me and almost a dozen females. Can you imagine? I swear I was going to start growing a set of tits, there was so much estrogen in the air around there. Sarah wasn't interested in sex with me at all. I swear she was probably lesbian, although she never told me that or made any efforts that I saw to that end. And she was very protective of her girls. If I'd touched​ one of them, she would have castrated me on the spot and fed my balls to the pigs while she forced me to watch. But eventually, Elizabeth got pregnant with our first, and conversations began to turn to the need for us to repopulate the world. Elizabeth, the good woman, convinced Sarah that my sperm was too valuable to the world at this point and that she, Sarah, had an obligation to the future to set her womb to the task of breeding. The same applied to the girls, Elizabeth argued, at least those that were old enough. Elizabeth was a farm girl, after all, and had a farm girl's practicality about sex. The purpose of fucking was to make babies, and when babies are needed, fucking is how they're made. The fact that it was also a hell of a lot of fun was just a gift from the Good Lord, the horny bastard. And so, Sarah's became my lover, of a sort, although she didn't accept Elizabeth's broader argument and all the rest of the girls, other than my niece, who remained an even more reluctant lover than Sarah, were strictly off limits, even though it was clear that a few of them were quite unhappy with this situation. Despite many future forays to London and other locations, we found no other survivors, other than the prisoners and their guard. Until Kate, of course. Which finally brings us back to our actual tale... That night, Kate's first night with us, Jennie was sleeping with me like she has every night since the troubles. She had her own bed in our room, but she never slept in it, so it was Kate's bed for the night. But Kate wasn't sleeping in it either, not now; she was on top of me, her pants off, my penis out of the fly of my boxers, and she was riding me like a little minx. She was working it nice and slow, really quiet, the only sound our steady breathing and the slish-slosh of wet sex as she slid high up on my belly and my cockhead slipped out of her tight warmth, then a sweet sloppy sucking sound as she pushed back down again. I knew from personal experience that she could keep this pace up for ten, fifteen minutes if she wanted, and I was in pure fucking heaven. It was the finest feeling you could ever imagine, her vagina so hot and tight and comforting. I wanted to be inside her forever. I felt a bit sorry for Jennie, sleeping or should I say trying to sleep next to us. But I have to admit I was hoping she was paying attention; this is how a woman loves a man, Jennie. Do you see?!? Eventually, after at least ten minutes of this slow, steady, gentle lovemaking, I felt my orgasm starting to boil, deep inside me, and I couldn't wait to shoot my junk into little Kate's willing little cunt. But right as my semen was about to start it's glorious race, she stopped. I don't know how she knew, but she knew, and she had the timing down just perfect, and she stopped, just the head of my cock inside her soft, wet lips. Oh, fuck! I wanted her to keep going, finish me off, I wanted to cum so badly! Oh, fuck! She kept my dickhead right inside her lips until my orgasm passed, unfulfilled, then she let him slip out, sat up on her knees, and pulled her shirt off. She pulled my shirt off, too, and then she started working magic. Pure magic. As my cock lay prone against my belly, she sat down on it, splaying her sopping wet lips around my shaft, then slowly, luxuriously, slid them up to my head. My cock twitched, trying to raise himself up and enter her--Yes! That's where I want to be! I want to be in there! Let me in!--but she did not let him in, she slid back down, only slightly, only an inch, the hot, slick folds of her vaginal entrance wrapping voluptuously around my head. Then she slid back up to the tip, and down, caressing the underside of my head as my cock lay prone against my belly, so gently, so softly, so caringly showing her womanly love to my head. As she did this, her cum flowed out of her; my belly and my cockhead were soaking wet and I knew she was rubbing her clit against my cock, I could feel it, stiff and small, sliding along the most sensitive part of my cock: from my hole, down and over the ridge of my crown, then down a little further, following the path of my urethra a half an inch, then back up, up and over my crown to my hole again. Down, and up, sliding wet and gentle. Oh my god! Each time she slid up to my urethral opening, my cock would arch excitedly, lifting off my belly--Let me in! Let me in! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Let me in!--but she did not, she only moved back down again. After she had massaged me like this for a couple minutes, she once again brought me to the brink. "Oh god Katie I'm gonna cum!" I said in a shockingly loud, hoarse voice. With that, she stopped, not letting me cum. Instead, she slid her slick lips down my shaft, all the way down to the hilt and then even lower, onto my balls. And then she made love to my balls, sliding her pussy lips over my scrotum, soaking it, reaching down and lifting a ball and holding it up and wrapping her wet pussy lips around the testicle, then doing the same for the other. "Oh my god," I said in a quieter, though still hoarse, voice. She had a big grin on her face. And then she leaned over me, her face right above mine, and slid her pussy lips all the way up my shaft to my head, and then down, all the way down, then up again, then down, then--"Oh, Katie!"--my orgasm began, my cum boiled, a huge shot fired out of me, all over my chest and her chest and all over both of us and she just kept sliding up and down on my shaft as I came, draining me of all my cum. Then she lay down on me, rubbing her chest against me, sliding all over me with my cum as a lubricant. "Did you like that?" she whispered to me, still sliding her skinny chest over my cum. "Oh, god, it was incredible!" "I told you I was dirty." "Where did you learn to do that?" "I just made it up right now." Then she just held me, and I held her, and we fell asleep like that together. At some point during the night, Jennie spooned against me as well, as she likes to do. It was not uncommon to hear gunshots from the castle towers after dinner, although it was less common now; these days, now that we'd cleared out a lot of the lurchers around here, they weren't all that common, either. So I was a bit surprised to hear someone popping off some rounds from the front tower and I went up there to check it out. I was fairly amazed, when I got there, to discover Kate and Jennie together, each of them with a rifle, picking off lurchers as they appeared. The more you shot, the more of them appeared, that's the thing about lurchers. "She's a really good shot, John!" Jennie said, smiling at me as I poked my head into the room at the top of the tower. Kate looked proud at the comment, but appropriately grim-faced. Another lurcher appeared, zing! Kate immediately nailed him right in the forehead. Damn, she is a good shot. A couple of the other girls poked their heads up to see what was going on, and Kate just stood there, picking off lurchers as they showed up, sometimes three or four in a row--zing! zing! zing-zing!--forehead shots, all of them, or at least most of them. It was something to watch. "Wow, can you teach us how to shoot like that?" Yuka, an eleven year old, asked. "Sure, come here." Kate taught the girls how to aim, keep still, hold their breath. Eventually it started getting dark and Jennie started firing flares to keep the field lit, which drew in the naturally nocturnal undead in larger numbers. The girls couldn't hit much with that awkward light, but Kate was still able to score kill hits on over half the lurchers she fired at. By the end of the day, the girls were calling her "Commander Kate," and they had plans for further training the next day. After the excitement had passed, the girls all trundled off to their bedrooms. Not surprisingly, Kate climbed into bed with Jennie and me, and a few minutes later was doing what she does best: giving me a unbelievably fantastic blow job. She licked everything from my balls to my head, letting the spit flow until it was all soaking wet; then she took my head in her warm mouth, my shaft in one hand, my balls in the other, and she started massaging me. She kept it up for quite a while until I finally blew my load. Like always, she took every drop, and then swallowed. The next morning, something very surprising happened. I'd just returned from my morning jog, ten time around the curtain wall was a couple miles, a I figured, and a cool dip in the pond afterward. Kate was asleep, but Jennie sat up when I walked in the room. "Hey, John," she said. "Hey, Jennie, what's up?" "You should come here," she said. "I was... You know what Kate did last night?" "The shooting?" "No, after that... In bed..." "Oh... that?" "You liked it, didn't you?" "Yeah. I like it." "Maybe... You think maybe I could try it? Would you like that?" This was pretty much the first time, ever, that Jennie had ever offered to do anything sexual with me. And all the sudden, here was this incredibly beautiful girl--Jennie really is the most beautiful thing on earth--offering to give me the first blow job of her life. Having Kate join our little troop was paying some mighty good dividends, I've got to say. I dropped my shorts and lifted my cock to her; she leaned down and took him in her mouth. She really had no idea what to do, other than whatever she'd been able to see in the darkness the night before, but I just stood there and let her experiment a bit. It was fun to watch her, from above, as she tried to figure out what to do. I pulled her hair away from her face so I could watch her, and she looked up at me. "Don't watch," she said, taking my cock out of her mouth. "Why not?" "'Cause I'm embarrassed." "It's one thing the man gets to do, Jennie. He gets to watch, when a girl gives him head." "Oh. Okay." She leaned back in and sucked a little more. "Does it feel good?" she asked, taking my head back out of her mouth and looking up at me. "It does, Jennie, it really does." "As good as when Kate does it?" In put my finger under her chin. "Kate's really good at it, but you are, too." There was a stirring in the bed next to ua about right then, and Kate sat up and smiled at us. "You should kiss his balls, Jennie," she instructs my niece as she gave a little morning yawn. "Get down underneath and kiss his balls." Seeing little Jennie, my beautiful little niece, down underneath me... Well, it was quite an erotic sight. My balls looked huge compared to her face. Kate moved over towards us, then put her hand on Jennie's lap. "Suck him some more now," she said. As Jennie took my head back in her mouth, Kate slipped her hand down Jennie's pajama bottoms. A minute later Jennie pulled off my head; she was breathing hard; shallow, excited breaths, and she looked over at Kate and smiled. Kate leaned into​her, and they kissed. "I can taste his cock in your mouth," Kate said with a little smile. I could see Jennie's face get a little pink. "I'm going to make him cum now, OK?" Kate added, "or do you want to?" "You do it," Jennie said. Kate turned and took my head in her mouth and started jacking me with her free hand, still fingering Jennie with her other hand. As she worked, Jennie slipped her hand down Kate's pants as well, and she kept her face right there, right in front of Kate and I. Only a few dozen expert strokes from Kate's skilled hand, and I began to orgasm. I dumped my load her mouth, huge, hot, wonderful shots, and then she turned to Jennie and kissed her, opening her mouth and filling Jennie's mouth with my cum. Jennie made a face, and Kate pulled back. "Don't swallow yet," she said. "You have to show him. Guys like to see their cum in girls' mouths." Grimacing, Jennie turned towards me and opened her mouth and I could see my cum; big, thick, viscous globs of semen. Then she closed her mouth, made a face, and swallowed. Yes, it's true. Having Kate join our little girl scouts troop was proving to be a fine thing indeed. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an email to let me know what you think at [email protected] Thanks!]

PART 1 Rick and Julie Hadley had just moved to a ranch in the remote hills outside of Rio de Janeiro Brazil along with their 2 sons Chuck and Adrian. Rick had been working as a stock broker on Wall Street and Julie had been employed as a model. But that all changed when Rick inherited a thousand acre ranch as a result of the death of an uncle he barely knew. The ranch was maintained by a live-in staff and their wages were paid out of a trust left to them by the uncle. It included an 18 room mansion, a swimming pool, 2 barns, some cattle, horses and dogs. When they arrived in Brazil, the couple enrolled both of their boys in private schools. Chuck was 15 years old. He was enrolled in a military high school run by the Brazilian Army to train officers. The school was some 300 kilometers away from the ranch so it was also a boarding school. Chuck liked living independently from his parents for the first time in his life. The school was ideal for him and he was very happy there. Chuck was the reason Rick Hadley married Julie 15 years earlier. Julie had gotten pregnant at the age of 14 and her father insisted that she marry Rick who was only 19 at the time. They lived in the state of Kentucky which allowed marriage as young as 14 with parental consent. Julie's father not only consented, he demanded that they get married. Rick's parents were not happy but they did not object. The early years of their marriage had been difficult. Rick had no real skills and could not find work. They relied heavily on the money Julie could get from her modeling work. She was a very beautiful, slim blonde with a curvy figure and slender, long legs. Gradually though, Rick took an interest in investing in stock. He wanted to learn as much as he could about it. He read books about it and dreamed of becoming rich. Initially he made very small investments. Many of them were losses but a few of them paid off. Rick learned from his mistakes and got more skilled at investing money. Over time he began investing larger amounts and his bets usually paid off. Then Rick got hired at a small brokerage firm in Lexington and began to make real money. Soon however, it was apparent to Rick that if he truly wanted to become rich he needed to leave Kentucky and work on Wall Street. Rick did land a high commission job at a big brokerage house in New York and the family moved there. That was about the time Adrian was born. That was all in the past. Now that they were settling in Brazil, Adrian had just turned 11. He could not have been more different from his older brother. Adrian had no in interest the military, sports or other boy activities. He really enjoyed cooking and he was an expert at baking pies, cakes and cookies. He also loved painting pictures, reading romance novels, listening to classical music as well as playing with his puppets and dolls. The 2 boys looked very different too. Chuck was muscular from lifting weights. He had broad shoulders and a large chest. He was light olive in complexion and his crew cut was blonde. Chuck also had dark brown eyes. He looked eerily like the old photos of his grandfather (Julie's father) taken when he was a boy. Adrian had the fair skin and bright blue eyes of his mother. The boy had no muscle tone on his thin arms and his shoulders and chest were narrow. He was slim in build and his legs were long and slender like his mother. But instead of her blonde hair, Adrian had hair that was crimson red. Adrian was enrolled in a private school for boys that catered to wealthy international families living around Rio de Janeiro. At this school the boys ranged in age from 10 to 13 and the name of the school was Transformations. Transformations appeared to be an excellent match for Adrian. It provided ample opportunity for engaging in the arts, including the culinary arts and it provided training in all aspects of the classics. When Rick visited the school, he was struck by how all the boys were slim like Adrian. There were no fat or husky boys in the elite student body. The boys came from all over the world and they represented many different races and nationalities. It was also striking how nearly every boy had long hair and frequently they also wore an ear ring. Rick realized that this was the new unisex look that had become so popular. The school was located in the heart of Rio and Adrian could take the bus to and from it each day. It took about 2 hours one way but Adrian didn't mind. Because of Rick's inheritance, both Rick and his wife were set for life. There was really no need for either of them to work again. This felt so odd to both of them. They had been married 15 years. Rick was now only 34 and Julie was 29. They both were healthy and energetic. For her part, Julie declared that she would no longer do any modeling even though her gorgeous looks would command big commissions in Rio. She asserted that she wanted to live a private and domestic life. Rick however, decided he still wanted to work as a stock broker. He loved the thrill of making more money. He got hired at a prestigious brokerage firm in downtown Rio and commuted each day to their office. The marriage of Rick and Julie Hadley had gone through a difficult past but now outwardly appeared to be a big success. They had made it in the world and were living the good life. But there were some strains in their marriage. They were problems the couple didn't discuss. Namely, Julie wasn't satisfied with their sex life. Rick knew he had always had great difficulty getting it up for her. He didn't understand why he wouldn't be intensely aroused by such a ravishing female. But the problem had always existed in their marriage. Rick just figured that since they had everything else they could ever want, Julie would certainly be willing to sacrifice a little sexual satisfaction. He had provided her everything else, Rick thought. The Hadleys had been living at the ranch for barely a month now and Julie liked getting up early to watch as the staff did their morning chores. The field laborers were made up entirely of black men. They took care of the animals, worked in the pastures and in the barns. By contrast, all the maids, cooks and butlers working in the mansion were Pardo and their skin color was brown. Every member of the staff spoke English. Some spoke it better than others. Julie wandered out of the mansion and approached the dog pen. The pen had a 10 foot fence around it in order to keep the dogs from jumping out. There were 4 dogs total and each was a fully grown Great Dane. "Why do you keep these dogs penned up like this?" Julie asked. Her question was directed at Affonso, the staff manager for the ranch. Affonso had very black skin and a muscular physique. "They will run away if we let them out," he replied. "But they look so unhappy," said Julie. Affonso grinned broadly. "And by the way," Julie continued. "Why do we have such giant horses in the barn?" "I can see you really love animals Mrs. Hadley." "Of course I do." "Those are Clydesdales Mrs. Hadley. Your husband's uncle bought them from a big beer company in the U.S. He really liked the way they looked. They are powerful work horses." "I see. But why do you always keep them tied up in their stalls?" asked Julie. "You really like them too. Don't you, Mrs. Hadley?" Affonso was grinning ear to ear. "Of course, I'm an animal lover as you said," she replied feeling oddly self-conscious. Julie thought the way Affonso asked her about this seemed strange. Why did he like it so much, she wondered. What was he hinting at? There was no doubt, the big dogs and horse were beautiful. They were such powerful animals, she thought. Julie finally went back into the mansion. In the kitchen, the cooks were preparing breakfast for the family. That's where she encountered Gabriela the head cook. Gabriela had the brown skin of a Pardo. Her figure was curvy and her features were smooth. Her breasts were perky and her legs were long, thin and supple. Because she always wore high heels, she always stood taller than she really was. Lovely Gabriela was only 17 years old but she carried the authority of someone much older. She had apparently learned quickly in her young life how to take command of situations and from this she had benefited many times. Another striking feature about Gabriela was her deep, dark, wavy brown hair. It hung all the way down her back to her waistline. She also always seemed to wear very tight fitting skirts that cut well above her knees along with a tight fitting blouse on top. Julie thought the young woman looked and carried herself like a goddess. She always enjoyed talking to Gabriela who spoke excellent English. "Good morning," said Julie "Good morning Miss Julie. Breakfast is nearly ready," Gabriela replied grinning. Julie noticed that Gabriela was wearing large hoop ear rings. They dangled from each earlobe. "Going out?" "Out?" replied Gabriela. "I see you are wearing ear rings. I thought you might be going somewhere." "Oh, just grocery shopping Miss Julie - after breakfast of course." "I see." "Why? Did you want me to pick up something?" Gabriela continued. "No, not really." "Oh, well perhaps you'd like to come along." Julie weighed this idea. It sounded good to be getting away from the mansion. "Why, actually I wouldn't mind tagging along, if you don't mind. Let me do the driving. We can ride in my Jaguar," declared Julie. "Oh Miss Julie that would be just fine!" "Good. It's settled then." The pair grinned at each other. Then Julie headed for the big dining hall. As she entered the hall she realized Gabriela was following her. "Something else?" asked Julie. "Nothing really. I just noticed that you went out to visit the animals again this morning." "Again?" "Well, it's just that you've been doing it every morning since you moved in here 2 months ago." "I love animals. So what? I'm concerned for their welfare is all." "I see Miss Julie. It is clear that you really love them. I can assure you we take good care of those dogs and horses. The field laborers all take turns caring for them. They are fed, watered and exercised each day. You need not worry about them." "Oh I-I know that. It just doesn't seem right that dogs are kept in a pen and those big horses stay tied up in the horse stalls all day long." "My, Miss Julie. You really do have a very special feeling about them, it is obvious." "Why is that such a big deal? Both you and Affonso question me about it. You both seem very fascinated by it." Julie had a puzzled expression. Gabriela broke out in a broad grin. "Never mind, Miss Julie. Never mind," she said. After breakfast Julie drove Gabriela to the grocery store. The two had a wonderful time shopping together. They returned to the mansion with a carload of groceries. The cooks in the kitchen carried all the grocery bags into the mansion. Later that day, the mail arrived. A butler collected the mail that had spilled on the floor in front of the mail slot at the front door. He sorted it as he walked toward Julie who was sitting on the long couch sipping on wine. Then he handed the stack to her and walked away. Julie shuffled the stack of mail. It was mostly junk and a few bills. Then Julie noticed it. There was a letter from Chuck! She was thrilled to get it and a smile spread across her face. She opened it eagerly and read. He described what he was doing at the military school and told her he was doing fine. He said he was up for a promotion in rank because of his excellent performance. Julie was so pleased and proud. "Oh Chuck, I love you so much," she muttered to herself. "You are such a manly man." Julie wished she could see him now. She was sure he looked handsome in his uniform. She resolved that she would immediately write him a letter in response. It ended up being 10 pages long and she needed a large envelope in order to mail it. At the end of the day, Rick returned from his stock broker job in Rio. He liked his new position very much and was proving to be quite successful at it. Rick was tired when he entered the kitchen of the mansion. It was not a surprise to him to be greeted by his son Adrian there who was always cooking up something new. However, today Adrian had a friend who was helping him out. "Dad, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend from school. His name is Meredith," said Adrian. Meredith was slightly taller than Adrian. He was very slim with narrow shoulders, and long legs. Both boys were wearing faded jeans with holes worn through at the knees. Meredith's hair was dark brown, thin, curly and shoulder length. He had a pouty small mouth with a slight overbite and his chin drew to a point. His nose was small but arched slightly upward. His eyes were set close together on a narrow face. They were round and hazel in color. Like so many boys at the school, Meredith's ear lobe was pierced to accommodate a brightly studded ear ring. This was placed in his left ear. His complexion was fair, smooth and unblemished. Rick was glad his son was making friends at the school. It was a healthy sign, he thought. "Meredith is from the UK and he's helping me bake a special cake," declared Adrian. "That's wonderful son. How do you do Meredith," said Rick extending his hand. Meredith stared deeply into Rick's eyes. His young eyes seemed almost to penetrate Rick's thoughts with a knowledge that Rick didn't understand himself. Meredith lifted his hand slowly and clasped Rick's palm. Meredith's hand felt soft and delicate in Rick's hand. "A pleasure to meet you sir," Meredith said softly. "And how old would you be, Meredith?" "I'm all of 12 years, sir," replied the boy without hesitation. "Well, that's a very good age and I'm delighted that my son has made a new friend." "Yes dad. Meredith and me are very close. We share everything," Adrian asserted. "I see. That's a wonderful thing to have a friend like that at your age," said Rick. Rick meant it too. He was relieved and reassured to know that his son Adrian was finding friends. Rick was concerned that his son might have problems adjusting in a brand new school located in a foreign land. This was an important sign that he was adjusting. Things continued on this way for several months. Then one day Julie announced to Rick that her sister Katie would be paying them a visit at the ranch. That was fine with Rick. She often paid a visit to the Hadley family back when they were living in New York. "She wants to get a tour of Rio de Janeiro," said Julie. "I thought I'd show her around to all the shopping malls and restaurants in the city." "How long will she be here?" asked Rick. "Can't say for sure. I hope long. I'm getting bored here," said Julie. Katie was 10 years younger than her sister Julie. When she arrived, Rick was reminded again of how alike they were. Physically, Katie was a younger version of her older sister. Slender, shapely, blonde with blue eyes, everything just like her sister. She could easily do modeling herself and make big money, Rick thought. The tastes of the sisters in terms of dress, makeup, music and food all appeared to be identical. Even though Katie was only 19, she seemed very savvy about the ways of the world. As a pair, the sisters were inseparable. Their bond seemed to be very deep. Rick thought that if one of them wanted to do something, it would be easy for them to talk the other into doing it too. Once Katie arrived, the sisters spent all their time together. Occasionally they would invite Gabriela along too. Julie used the Jag to shuttle everyone everywhere. Rick didn't concern himself with where they went or what they did. He was too preoccupied with his own work. But he did start to notice that the threesome were getting home later each night. Rick would often come home to the mansion and find Adrian playing with his friend Meredith and the staff who were always present but no one had a clue where the trio had gone or when they would return. As Katie's stay extended into weeks, the sisters began going out without Gabriela because the cook needed to be back at the mansion early in order to fix breakfast the next day. But the sisters who had no obligations would stay out all night and sleep all during the day. One morning before going to work, Rick woke Julie from a sound sleep. "Honey," he said. "Why do you and your sister stay out so long? I worry about you." "Oh, uh it's just the traffic dear. The downtown traffic in Rio is just terrible." She replied with heavy grogginess. "It's not safe for you out there," said Rick. "Oh honey, don't worry. We'll be fine. Now please let me sleep." Rick leaned over to kiss his wife and as he did he could pick up the powerful whiff of alcohol. He said nothing about it and just planted the kiss. Then he left the room and drove to work. It started raining heavily that day. Rio de Janeiro was entering the rainy season. It rained every day and on into the night for weeks. Rick found it tiring driving to and from work and he worried about Julie and Katie being out in it. Rick had to drive through many blocks of slum neighborhoods in Rio to get back and forth to work. The streets were poorly lit at night and when it rained, it was almost impossible to see. Then one night as Rick was driving home through the slums of Rio in a heavy downpour, he noticed a small figure standing on the street corner. The windows of the car were badly fogged up so he couldn't see much detail. It looked like a young boy standing on the curb getting soaked in the downpour. There were many flashes of lightning and burst of thunder. Rick didn't know if the boy was a local or from somewhere else. Maybe he needed a ride somewhere, Rick thought. He then pulled the car up next to the curb and before he could roll down the window to ask the boy if he needed a lift, the boy immediately raced toward the car. He pulled on the car door handle and was sitting on the front seat passenger side within seconds. That's when Rick did a double take on the drenched boy. To his completely astonishment, Rick discovered he had picked up Meredith, Adrian's young friend! Only Meredith looked strikingly different. The boy was not dressed in jeans or pants of any kind. Instead he wore only a badly shredded loincloth that hung down over his privates. There appeared to be a small pouch at his right hip where he kept money. His wet legs and feet were completely bare except for an ankle bracelet on his left ankle. Rick couldn't help noticing how shapely the young boy's legs were. On top Meredith wore a ragged button down sleeveless shirt with a collar. It was completely unbuttoned down his front exposing his smooth chest and tight narrow stomach. His bare arms were smooth and supple like his legs. He was wearing a pearl necklace that hung down to his stomach. Meredith also wore ear rings that dangled from each earlobe. Incredibly, his lips were painted with red lip gloss and he even had fake eyelashes on! Rick was speechless and confused. At once, he felt both shock at viewing this boy and a strange attraction he didn't understand. "W-what are you d-doing out here like this?" he finally stammered. "Are you dating Mister?" Meredith replied casually. "Dating? What are you talking about? Don't you recognize me?" Meredith looked up at Rick. "Oh it's you Mr. Hadley, sir!" he said. "Nice to see a man like you partake in the pleasures of the night!" Meredith grinned coyly. His eyes seemed to pierce Rick's like lasers. "W-what are you talking about?" Rick felt his heart start to race. He had to admit this boy was a breath-taking beauty and he suddenly realized he was aroused sexually. Rick could feel his cock swell in his pants and he was terrified by it. How could he be feeling this way? It was so perverted to be experiencing such a taboo desire! Rick was horrified. He had to suppress this dirty desire! But how could he? "Oh come on Mr. Hadley. I know why you're out here tonight. There's only one reason a man would be driving through this neighborhood in the pouring rain." Suddenly Meredith did something with his tongue that Rick had never witness from a little boy before. He slowly rotated it in a circle around his open lips. He did it again and again as he watched for Rick's reaction. Rick thought it was really deviant and incredibly, it excited him even more. He realized he was being confronted by a beautiful young boy who was actually soliciting sex from him! The whole idea of it drove him wild with a strange lust he had never experienced before. Rick could feel his cock was rock hard now as it rose up in his pants. "Y-y-you're a hooker?" he stammered. Meredith chuckled. "Are you really that nave? Course I'm a hooker Mr. Hadley. This neighborhood is full of hookers of all types. You can get anything you want here." "W-what about Adrian? Does he know what you do?" "No. Never told him Mr. Hadley." "Good," said Rick with some relief. "C'mon, I see you like little boys Mr. Hadley." Meredith was eyeing the bulge in Rick's pants. The boy's dick appeared to be standing up too. It pushed up on the loincloth. Meredith reached over and ran his hand over the bulge in Rick's pants. Rick was very nervous and broke out in a sweat. He began to huff as he felt his cock throb under the massage of the preteen boy's soft hand. "Maybe you'd like me to suck on it for you, Mr. Hadley!" Rick was shocked to hear the boy utter these words. Yet in hearing them he experienced a perverse awakening! A door had been opened to a taboo yearning. He knew this was terribly wrong and terribly risky but every fiber of his body seemed to propel him toward this. His heart pounded hard and rapidly in his chest. He was all confused by his feelings of shame and his raw impulse for pure carnal pleasure. He had never ever known this kind of sexual hunger. It burned inside him like the fuse on a bomb that was ready to explode. "L-look w-we can't d-do this. It's so wrong!" he said. The preteen stared deeply into Rick's eyes. He licked his lips slowly. "I suck real good Mr. Hadley! I know how to blow your nuts off!" The boy's words drove Rick into a frenzied feral condition. He panted heavily with uncontrollable aphrodisia. He had never wanted to have sex like this before. This beautiful boy was actually willing, actually wanting to have sex! But it was so wrong, he thought. It was so risky. What if someone found out, he wondered. On the other hand, maybe just this once wouldn't matter, Rick thought. Maybe it could be kept secret just this once, he thought. "Y-y-you promise to never tell Adrian about this?" he blustered. "Oh, of course not, Mr. Hadley sir. Not a word." The pretty preteen boy was already leaning over and unzipping Rick's fly. "And never a word to m-my wife Julie?" "Never!" Meredith grinned as he pulled Rick's cock out of his pants. The thick dick was nearly 8 inches in length. "Not bad Mr. Hadley," Meredith grinned coyly at the man as he eyed his cock. Slowly the boy began stroking the rigid shaft. He ran his hand up and down as Rick felt the rush of tingling electric sensations ripple the length of his stem. Rick had never felt so deeply animated by sex in his life. He never knew it was possible to get this turned on. All his past experience with Julie had been drab and labored by comparison. Soon Rick was producing pre-cum from his cock. It was a glistening clear ooze from his dickhead. Meredith lowered his head and licked the ooze into his mouth. He always looked forward to tasting his customer's salty, rich pre-cum. "Oh God!" Rick felt the boy's tender tongue wiggle on his cockhead for the first time. Meredith then lowered his face to the base of Rick's cock. Slowly the boy started to chew on Rick's balls driving him insane with untamed lechery. Meredith chewed and licked Rick's balls as he stroked his dick with his hand. Rick was gushing pre-cum from his cockhead and spontaneously started to thrust his pelvis. "Oh my God!" he moaned closing his eyes. Next, Meredith ran his tongue up and down Rick's cock shaft causing it to throb intensely. The boy did this for about a minute and then he planted his thin lips on Rick's pulsating cockhead. Rick moaned as he felt his cock penetrate the young boy's thin lips. Meredith slid his moist mouth down the hard rod. He left streaks of lip gloss on Rick's cock shaft. His narrow jaw stretched open taking in more and more of the tool. He felt the throbbing cock slide over his tongue and push to the back of his throat. "Oh Jesus!" Rick moaned as he felt Meredith's sleek smooth mouth slip over his pulsing cock. Rick could feel his rigid dick funnel in and out of the boy's lips. He could feel the wet interior of the preteen's mouth lubricate his dick as it snaked in and out. Immediately the boy sucked as he slid his head up and down Rick's shaft. He worked the tool like a piston moving loosely up and down in his oral cavity. He milked and slurped on the cock as his head bobbed faster and faster! Meredith could taste the river of piquant pre-cum oozing from Rick's dickhead. "OH! OH! OH! OMG!" Rick gasped as he thrust his pelvis harder at Meredith's small mouth. He felt the boy's slick fluid mouth glide the length of his dick with ease. The preteen drove his head up and down the cock as it was fed into his mouth. The boy could feel the cockhead touch the back of his throat again and again, causing him to cough. He siphoned and drew upon the thick cock in his mouth harder and faster as Rick turned beastly with a strange voracity. Harder and faster Meredith sucked and slurped, squeezing the shaft with his mouth. Rick felt the slippery tight mouth coast up and down his cock and the passionate sucking tug on his throbbing shaft! Instantly, Rick discharged a thick glob of sperm into the young boy's mouth! It was abruptly followed by another, and then another! "OH! OH! OH! OH!" he cried in a wave of reckless orgasmic abandonment. He had never climaxed this way in his life. "OH! OH! OHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH!" He pumped his pelvis hard at the boy's face. Meredith tasted the gooey cum splash onto his tongue and splatter against his throat. He swallowed the acrid semen that was quickly flooding his small mouth. The boy milked the cock as Rick squirted more and more cum. "Mmmmm..." moaned the preteen boy. "OHHhhhhh!! OHHHHhhh!! OHHHHHhh!!" cried Rick. Rick kept shooting load after load of sperm uncontrollably. The pretty boy couldn't drink it down fast enough. His young lips parted allowing semen to dribble out onto his chin. The boy pulled the cock out of his mouth and Rick continued to spurt sperm at his face. "OHHhhhhhh!!! OHHHHhhh!! OHHHHhhhh!!" Seconds passed as semen leaped from Rick's dickhead. It shot out as stringy globs of goo. It splattered on the young boy's face and neck as well as in his hair. Meredith laughed as cum dripped from his chin and hair. Finally Rick was done climaxing. He paused to catch his breath. His breath was deep and heavy. He never knew he had the capacity for this level of sustained orgasm! But he also noticed that his cock was not getting soft. It remained as hard as it was when the boy had entered the car. Rick felt both joy and shame. How had he ruined this boy by performing this act, he wondered. Rick also began to fear that he would be found out. What if Meredith mentioned this to Adrian? What if Adrian told his mother? Rick started to feel panic. Meredith wiped cum from his face and licked it off his hand. Rick liked watching the boy do this. Meredith noticed and grinned. He knew he really had a live one, with Rick. The preteen knew exactly how he would reel him in. He lifted up his loincloth in the front to show Rick his erect boy dick. It stood up straight and narrow like a pencil. It was completely hairless and stood up about 5 inches. The pink tip of the boy's dick oozed pre-cum heavily. The boy started stroking it as he watched for Rick's reaction. Rick was consumed by a burning lechery. He had ceased to think rationally. At once he leaned over and took the young boy's throbbing cock into his mouth. Rick sucked it hungrily. He had never done such a thing before in his life but here was this beautiful preteen boy and he craved him in a way he had never known before. Meredith closed his eyes and started to propel his hips and pelvis toward Rick's mouth. Rick could taste the warm brackish flavor of the boy's pre-cum on his tongue. The boy moaned softly as he continued to thrust. Rick slid his mouth up and down the boy's stiff shaft as he felt it pulsate between his lips. Meredith's thrusting became more forceful and his moaning grew louder. Rick squeezed the sliding preteen cock between his palate and his tongue and sucked. Without warning the boy yelped as his thin cock erupted in Rick's eager mouth! Rick tasted the warm, acerbic yet strangely pleasant preteen seed spilling onto his tongue and swallowed it without hesitation. "Aw! Aw! Awww!!" the boy yowled as he furiously pumped his semen into the man's mouth. Rick drank down every drop the boy produced and then pulled the cock from his mouth. The man's cock was rigid and throbbing. It felt ready to explode. Meredith was breathless. The pair paused to get their wind back. It continued to rain hard and they sat silently as the drops pounded on the roof of the car. Rick couldn't believe this was happening. It felt like he was dreaming. He felt ashamed of himself at the same time he craved more. He had never considered these feelings in himself before. They were so perverted and wrong, he thought. He convinced himself that this would be the only time he would ever do this. He would swear off this perverted sex for the rest of his life, he decided. That really didn't make it so bad. Then Meredith unexpectedly got on all fours on the passenger side of the front seat. Pointing his rear at Rick, he pulled up his loincloth in back to expose his bare round ass. Rick stared at the boy's plump full butt cheeks. "Fuck me Mr. Hadley!" He looked back Rick's face grinning. "You know you want to. Now do it, Mr. Hadley. I fuck real good! I'm the best in the business!" Meredith spread his legs apart and rolled his bare ass lewdly as he looked back at the man. Rick couldn't help noticing how the pretty preteen's balls jiggled and his stiff dick wagged between his slender legs. The young boy's butt cheeks quivered like Jell-O as he rolled his ass. Rick's own cock was rock hard and he was overwhelmed by a torrid urge. My God, Rick thought. He could really fuck this preteen boy! What would it feel like? He had to find out. Just this once so he would know. Then he would never do this again, he persuaded himself. Just one time wouldn't really matter, he thought. At that instant, Rick knelt on the seat behind the boy. He watched Meredith waggle his ass at him causing his butt cheeks to shake. Rick positioned himself between the boy's spread legs and he mounted him doggy-style. Meredith could feel Rick's throbbing cock slide between his butt cheeks and probe his crack to locate his puckering pink asshole. Once he located it, Rick instinctively pressed his dickhead against the 12 year olds' tight asshole causing it to stretch open. Meredith closed his eyes and knitted his brows feeling both pain and pleasure as he continued to roll his ass and feel the thick cock stretch his asshole and enter him. Rick felt the young boy's asshole tightly grip his cock shaft as he slid in slowly. "Ohhh Yes!" cried Rick as he drove his cock deeper into the boy's orifice. Meredith was humping and bouncing his ass like a wild dog in heat and Rick without hesitation began copulating. He heaved his cock to and fro in the young boy's asshole. "OH MR. HADLEY, YEAH!! FUCK ME, MR. HADLEY! FUCK ME HARD!" Rick broke out in a sweat and panted heavily as he drilled his tool into young boy's tight clenching asshole. Meredith could feel the throbbing member press deep up inside his rectum. He could feel the shaft stretch him open. Meredith was used to being stretched this way and it always aroused him into a sexual frenzy. He arched his back, tossing his tender round butt against the stroking cock as his butt cheeks trembled. Sweat broke out on his forehead. "Ohhh!! Ohhhh!! Ohhhh!!! YES!! YES!!" he screamed. Rick jammed his dick faster and harder. His breathing was heavy as his heart accelerated. He goosed the boy again and again. The time went by rapidly until he unexpectedly let out a howl. All of a sudden the preteen felt a warm blast of gooey thick seed expel deep up inside his rectum. Rick shot his semen again and again in the preteen's asshole as his orgasm just wouldn't end! "OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING!!" Rick screamed. Simultaneously Meredith began to cum. He bucked and held his cock as it spurted his preteen sperm on the seat. "AWW!! AWW!! AWW!! AWWWWwwwww!!!" yowled the young boy in an extended orgasmic indulgence. Rick continued to ejaculate in the boy's ass. Meredith rolled his butt cheeks like a pro as the pair moaned together. After several minutes it was over. Rick and Meredith had stopped climaxing. They were both dripping sweat and out of breath. Rick pulled his cock out of the boy and sat back in his seat. The only sound was the drumming of the rain on the car roof. Rick was totally blown away by the events that had just transpired. He was amazed that he had such sexual stamina. He had never experienced anything like it before. But he was also deeply ashamed of himself. How could he engage in sex with a boy about the age of his own son? How could he ever face his wife again? How could he be such a pervert? He would never do this again, he thought. Meredith was sitting now. Without looking at Rick, he extended his palm in his direction. "What?" asked Rick with genuine puzzlement. "Hand over the money Mr. Hadley, sir!" "Oh, of course. You're a hooker, I forgot." Rick reached awkwardly into his pant pocket for his wallet. "Now never a word about this to anyone and especially not to Adrian," he said. "Of course not, Mr. Hadley, sir." Rick pulled out some bills from his wallet. "Here. Here is 200 Reals." Rick held out the money for Meredith to take. Meredith started to laugh. "What's so funny?" asked Rick. "200 Reals for what we did?" Meredith laughed heartily. "1000 Reals is more like it Mr. Hadley sir." "1000 Reals? Are you crazy? I won't pay that much," declared Rick. "1000 is my minimum for what we did." "No, I won't do it," said Rick. "Let's put it this way. I could see myself getting really careless and accidentally describing our little get together to Adrian if I don't get my 1000, Mr. Hadley sir." Rick turned pale with fear but he also was angry. "That's blackmail!" "Call it what you want." Meredith grinned. Rick sighed deeply and dug into his wallet for more Reals. He just barely had enough cash on him to cover it. He counted it out carefully and then handed it over to the pretty preteen boy. "Thank you Mr. Hadley sir. Now there's only one more thing I require. In order to keep me quiet you'll have to become a regular customer." "What? No! No! I-I don't want us to meet ever again," said Rick. "We have to meet at least once a week!" "B-But I won't! I-I can't. I-I shouldn't. Please! This is so wrong!" Rick was almost sobbing but inside he felt two contradictory feelings. On the one hand he was terrified of ever having an encounter like this again but on the other hand he desperately longed to do it again! "Oh come on, you know you really love fucking pretty little boys like me! And I love it too! That's why I'm a slut! Anyway, those are the terms Mr. Hadley sir." Meredith told Rick where to drop him off. It was an entrance to an alley and it was so dark, Rick could not make out anything in the alley. As the boy reached for the door handle he glanced back at Rick. "Give me your cell number," he said. "Why?" asked Rick. "Just because!" Rick reluctantly pulled a pen and notepad from the glove compartment and scribbled down the number. He tore off the paper and handed it to Meredith. "This is where we will meet next time," said the boy. He then opened the car door and stepped out. (To Be Continued)

Fairy Story == 1 == Lieutenant Jill Silver paced in her office outside the crime lab. Over and over she walked to the window and stared at the board and the pictures of the woman found in the park yesterday. Over and over she arrived at the same conclusion. "Impossible." According to dental records, the Jane Doe they had found in the park was a one Maxine Erdmann, reported missing some ten years ago at age 27. The woman that had been found at sunrise yesterday, barely alive and completely naked, looked to be about the same age but completely gaunt and dehydrated. She had died shortly after being brought to the hospital, and the medical report had shown that she had been repeatedly raped by something about the size of a baseball bat. Strangely, although her vagina was stretched and misshapen from the abuse, she showed no signs of internal damage or any other mark of attack. No bruises, no scratches, no signs of struggle... nothing. The police autopsy had found no "known" drugs in her system, but did show some unknown substances in very high quantities present in her bloodstream. It had also shown that while she was incredibly thin and underweight, she was not malnourished. In fact, her body was in prime health, her muscles ( what was left of them ) were toned, her teeth were well cared for, not a single cavity, her skin was flawless ( though sagging on her thin frame ), and even her hair was well groomed. But the strangest thing, the thing that drew Lt. Silver back to the pictures like an accident you can't turn away from, was her breasts. They must have been huge at one time, well over double-F cups, and her nipples looked swollen even in her current state. Almost as big around as a quarter, and two inches long with areola as wide as her fist! Her misshapen breasts hung down almost to the ground when they found her kneeling in the park, long and stretched like big balloons half filled with water and air. According to the pictures and records they had from the original missing persons report ( posted right on the board next to the new ones ) Maxine Erdmann had completely ordinary, c-cup breasts at best. Lt. Silver was wondering to herself for the hundredth time what could possibly do this to a woman, when the police coroner knocked outside her door. Tearing her eyes from the crime board, she looked to the door. A small man stood there in a long white coat emblazoned with the police symbol above his nametag, holding a manila envelope dangling from his fingertips like he didn't want to touch it. Wire rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his little round nose, his small dark eyes usually distant but strangely calm looked disturbed now. He was shuffling his feet, a very odd thing for this usually calm, collected man. Steve Sandborne did not generally lose his cool... that alone bothered the Lieutenant. She motioned to him to come in and waited a long few seconds for him to speak. "You've got something new?" she asked "Yes..." he replied, almost looking away, "but you're not going to like it." The strange look in his eyes said more than he could voice. "Steve..." she began, "I have a very bad feeling about this case. Just take it slow and tell me. What we've seen with this poor woman is unbelievable enough, and I think it's going to get worse before it gets better. Don't worry about sounding like a nut", she smiled, "Just tell me." He smiled back just a little... and took a deep breath. "Ok... you were right about Mommy..." the sharp look in the Lieutenant's eye stopped him cold. "I mean Maxine," the little nervous coroner corrected himself quickly. When they had brought her in, Maxine would only answer to the name "Mommy", and whisper the phrase "Mommy is dry..." over and over. "Maxine... ", he went on, "was physically still close to 27 years old. We already knew that she was healthy, the hospital told us that, even though she looked emaciated. What they didn't say was that she was completely dehydrated. I don't mean like parched," he added when the Lieutenant's look told him she'd already heard this part, "I mean like her internal organs, blood cells, and plasma itself contained less than 2% the water weight of a normal healthy woman." When the Lieutenant had had time to raise an eyebrow skeptically he went on "Yes... that should have been enough to kill her long ago. Never mind the fact that her body should have dissolved her muscles and used them for nourishment. And... she had zero body fat anywhere, except..." he paused a second and took a short breath, "except her breasts. Her milk glands were grossly enlarged, and you saw her nipples. The glands were surrounded by the only fat left on her body... but even the glands themselves were completely dehydrated by the time we found her. Why her body would preserve the fat and fluids around only that area is beyond me..." The Lieutenant let out her breath slowly, and started, "Well... that's not so..." "There's more", the little man before her interrupted. He shuffled his feet again, "She was pregnant." At this Jill was shocked. She looked closely at the coroner, anger rising in her again at whoever or whatever did this. "You're sure, Steve?" she demanded. The coroner looked away, not able to meet her glare. "I'm sure. But..." "But what?" she demanded again, "And how did the hospital miss it? They should have found something when they did the rape kit! Why didn't they report it?" "They may not have looked," he started again a little calmer as he sank behind his science, "the required hormones for pregnancy were not present in her body, she showed none of the signs of carrying, what was left of her internal organs didn't show signs of... Oh hell Jill, maybe they found it and just didn't believe it!" This last he blurted out, and turned away from his boss. "What...", she asked very slowly as she laid a hand on his shoulder, "exactly are you talking about?" "It's just a fetus" he muttered, "barely formed... maybe 4 or 5 weeks old... but still..." The strong woman waited, her hand still on his shoulder steadying him. He took some strength from it, and went on. "It's not human, Jill. It's like a half formed animal," it came out now, in a whisper, "The top could be human, the head and arms, but the bottom is like a dog. Legs bent at the knees and ankles, the bone structure, the hip joint... Christ, it didn't even have feet" "Steve..." she began quietly as she pushed the door shut with her free hand "I knew you wouldn't believe me!" he gasped. "I wouldn't have either... So I brought the x-rays" With that he tossed the envelope he had been carrying on the table, the way you might toss a dead rat away from you, with a jerk then quickly moved away. The door finished slowly swinging closed with a click. She stared at it, unable or unwilling to open it yet. "Look at it" he muttered... "Please. Tell me I'm wrong, I'd love to hear it... please" Having finally said it all, he collapsed on the small couch beside her desk and looked at his boss. Jill picked up the envelope and stared at it only a second, before she realized she needed to be strong here. She needed to show the other detectives and uniforms that no matter how bad or unbelievable, she wouldn't fold "like a girl". That she could take it, even when they couldn't. With a steady hand, she unwound the string holding the envelope closed and pulled out the pictures. One by one she flipped through the x-rays and sonograms. Steve had been very thorough; he obviously couldn't believe what he had found. He had taken pictures from every angle, every magnification. There could be no doubt about it... what she saw was not a human child, it was some kind of... of... there was no word she could think of that came close to describing what she felt about the thing inside Maxine. Slipping the pictures back into the envelope and sealing it, she pushed it into a draw of her desk and turned to the man on her couch. "First, Steve... I'm sorry, you were not wrong. I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not human." She moved and sat next to him. "God in heaven" he muttered, staring at his shuffling feet... "I'm not sure He applies here" she whispered... "Who else have you told about this Steve?" "No, no-one!" he looked quickly to her, "Who would believe it?" "Good" she replied calmy... "Don't say a word about it. Not to anyone else, not the other police, not your coworkers, and for God's sake not the press!" He breathed a long slow sigh... almost relieved. "But... " he started... "No" she whispered... "I'll take full responsibility. I'll even write you the order and sign it, for your protection. But no-one is to know anything about this until we know more. Understood? Promise me Steve... no-one." He nodded and looked at her... "I promise... but Jill... what are we going to do about it?" "Remove it" she answered flatly. The thought of that thing inside any woman's body made her veins run cold. "What?" replied the little man, clearly shocked. "Remove it" she said again, her face looking at him understandingly, but her voice almost completely flat. "There are no hormones present in her body to point to a pregnancy, you said she didn't show any other signs either internally or externally of carrying. No one will know. Remove it and preserve it. Document every step. Pictures and notes, as much detail as you can stomach, no-one will believe it otherwise. Make sure that nothing is lost, but make sure that nothing will be noticed or discovered until we're ready to go public." She noticed he was looking a little green around the edges... she'd never seen anything in her ten years at this department that would make Steve Sandborne ill. "There's a first time for everything" she thought to herself... "Steve, pull yourself together. No one can know about this, the press would have a field day and we'll never be able to finish the investigation in the middle of a media circus. But we can't hold the body; her family will be here tomorrow to pick it up. The funeral home might notice something, or they may have their own examination done, or any number of things... we can't let someone else find THAT", she looked briefly at her desk, "and accuse us of a cover up. You follow?" He whispered, looking away again "yes..." "Good. Can you do it without leaving any traces?" "Yes... because of the..." he swallowed, "... yes." "Do it Steve." He got up to leave, walked to the door and turned back before opening it. "Ok... but you're gonna owe me lunches for a year!" he tried to joke, referring to their long standing deal of lunch-for-favors. It came out a little shaky, but she smiled reassuringly none-the-less. "Deal" she replied. == 2 == That night in her car on the way home, she couldn't shake the images from the crime board from her mind. Or the images of that thing inside Maxine Erdmann. About halfway home she realized she'd never be able to sleep tonight... and probably couldn't eat either. Since she didn't have any family that she cared to ever see again, and no one close enough to call a friend, she turned and headed to the gym. "To work off some stress" she muttered to herself. Closer to the truth, she was hoping to work herself to exhaustion and collapse when she got home... and maybe not have nightmares about that thing. Pulling into the parking lot, she grabbed her bag from it's spot on the backseat of her little sportscar. Since she didn't have close friends to go out with, her workout bag was always close at hand. If she wasn't home in her apartment, or at work, she was probably at the gym or with her Aikido trainer. Currently one rank below black-belt, she kept her body in top physical form and was proud of that. Tonight she needed to stop thinking for awhile... "Yes", she thought to herself as she hefted the bag and pushed through the glass doors, "A good long workout topped off with a long, HOT shower was just what the doctor ordered." The desk clerk smiled warmly and greeted her as she passed. A sandy haired young man that she hardly acknowledged... his name-tag said "Stan" but she'd never bothered to look. She tossed a wave over her shoulder and slipped into the ladies locker room lost in thought. She knew the place closed at eleven, and it was almost nine now... if she wanted to really push herself she'd have to hurry. She had changed before she left the station, so now when she looked in the locker room mirror she didn't see Lt. Jill Silver, 10-year police veteran. She saw Jill, a 5'6" 30-ish woman staring back. Strong, lean, in excellent health. Toned muscles under her jeans-and-t-shirt civvies, and her long red hair drawn back in a loose ponytail. Square shoulders, sharply defined eyes and cheeks, and full, chiseled lips kept her from ever looking "girlish", but still, very attractive. Carefully applied makeup accentuated her features, enhancing rather than covering her rough edges. The consummate Tom Boy, all grown up into a strong, successful woman. "Not unlike Maxine Erdmann..." she thought to herself as she moved between the lockers and undressed. Underneath she wore a jogbra and thong, tight fitting and comfortable, as were all her clothes. As she took her spandex workout clothes out of her bag she looked up at the full-length mirror at the end of the run of lockers and saw a woman behind her quickly look away. Jill smiled to herself as she pulled the tight top over her head, wriggling into it and giving the woman a little show before she pulled her shorts on, never hinting that she had seen the other woman check her out. Tucking the rest of her street clothes back into her bag, she tossed it into a free locker and snapped her lock on it. The other woman brushed past her, just touching her as she passed, and Jill could smell her perfume strongly. Something a little too sweet, girlish, but nice. Glancing in the mirror again she saw the woman was young, toned, with short cropped blonde hair and full pink-tinted lips. Under the suit she could see the outline of a firm, tight stomach and smooth, round hips atop long firm legs. She smiled quickly as she turned the corner, catching Jill's eye in the mirror for that second. As Jill watched her siluette against the lockers she guessed the woman was maybe a C-cup... if she ever wore a bra at all, which she obviously wasn't now, her small nipples pressing against the fabric of her spandex jumpsuit. Jill checked her hair in the mirror as she watched the blonde woman walk behind her to the main gym, her hips swaying slightly. "She can't be more than 21" Jill thought to herself as the woman pushed through the locker door, "I still have that effect..." and smiled happily as she turned to head out. For the first hour, Jill attacked the machinery like a woman on a mission. She moved through the Nautilus machines one after another, pushing set after set, working until her muscles burned. After her brief passing with the young blonde woman, the image of Maxine had returned and she wanted only to purge that thought from her mind for the night if she could. Finally, she moved to the free weights, her face covered in long tendrils of sweat drenched hair, her spandex suit sticking tight to her damp body. The young woman was there, lying down on the free weight bench, getting ready to begin bench presses. She looked to Jill and smiled and sat up. "That was quite a workout, I don't think I've seen anyone push herself that hard in a long time. My name's Krystal, but Krys will do." She smiled and extended her hand. "Jill" she replied, still winded, and shook the woman's hand briefly. The blonde woman held her hand just a second or two longer than she needed to; her eyes flicked up and down Jill's sweat stained clothes. Jill suddenly became acutely aware of the rise and fall of her chest as the younger woman looked her over, and struggled to slow her breathing. She felt the flush of arousal begin at her chest, as realized this young woman might be bi too. "Jill..." she repeated, smiling impishly. "Would you mind spotting me?" "Of course not" she smiled in return, and moved to the head of the bench. She watched as Krys lay back down, and noticed for the first time that the top of her tight spandex suit was very low cut. In fact from this position, with the woman laying before her, her arms spread outwards on the bar, she had a lovely view of Krys' breasts. She felt the flush growing, warmth spreading up her shoulders and neck, as she looked up only to see they were against a mirror... and she was looking back between the younger woman's legs on the bench. The spandex suit Krys wore was a two-piece, with tight pink shorts under a baby blue thong-backed bathing suit-type top that barely stretched over her body. It pulled tight between her legs, and with her feet on either side of the bench and her knees spread, the edges of the crotch pulled tight around her pussy and pressed the material tight against her labia, making them almost visible through the material. "I don't think she's wearing panties either..." she thought to herself... "Ready?" Krys asked... and pulled Jill back to the real world. She smiled and put her hands under the bar, just below it. "Sure, go ahead" she replied. The next hour Jill spent with Krys, moving from area to area. They would switch off spotting each other, sometimes standing so close they were brushing each other as they moved. She could smell the younger constantly, and the scent of her flowery perfume mixed with her sweat was like a pheromone for Jill. With her job being so demanding of her time, and so high visibility, she rarely had the time or even the option of a relationship with another woman. And with the stresses she'd been under over the last few days, she was very much in need of release. As she worked with Krys and they pushed each other through routines, she realized this friendly, pleasant young woman was in as good shape as she was attractive... and she began thinking this might turn out to be a very good night after all. Finally they reached the end of the circuit of machines and weights, and stopped. Both of them covered in sweat, breathing deep, smiling and leaning on each other on the last bench. "Wow..." Krys breathed... "You're really something. That was some workout, Jill. Thanks!" "Thank you!" Jill gasped, "Anytime you need a partner, I'm game!" "What I need right now, is some juice... and a shower. C'mon, I'm buying" They laughed and headed to the juice bar. Jill let the young blonde buy her a drink, and they sat and talked. As they chatted it became more and more apparent to the older woman that Krys was interested in more than just talk. The way her eyes kept traveling down over Jill's body... or resting on her lips while she talked. Or the way her hand would accidentally brush Jill's at the small table. Or the way she sat just a little closer than she needed to, and kept brushing Jill's body with hers when she reached across the table. Finally they realized they were the last two customers in the building, and that "Stan" was probably still here just because he was sitting and staring at them from the front desk. They smiled to each other and whispered about him, and Jill rested her hand on Krys' leg and said "I'd better go, it's late and I still need to shower before I head home. And Stan is going to close the building around us if we don't get out of here!" The young blonde laughed and paid for the two juices and they both headed to the women's locker room. Inside, Jill undressed and noticed Krys doing the same. She tried not to think anything of it when she saw the shapely girl ( she had come to think of Krys as possibly only 20, so much younger than herself at 33 ) peeling out of her suit, but she couldn't help noticing that she had been right about Krys not wearing panties. Her clean shaven pussy was still glistening with sweat from their workout... or maybe just her own dampness... Krys was still pushing her bag into her locker and pulling out her towel when Jill slipped into the nearest shower stall and turned the water on as hot as it would go. The blast of hot water and steam filled the stall almost immediately, and she felt the burn of it against her skin as she ducked under the showerhead. Letting her breath out in a long, slow, deep sigh, Jill reached down and slipped a finger inside her wet pussy as the water washed through her sticky hair and down over her breasts. She never heard Krys slip inside the shower curtain, she was much too lost in her own fantasy about the beautiful girl. "Let me help..." Krys whispered as her hand touched Jill's. Jill opened her eyes immediately and gasped... and Krys touched a finger to her lips. "Shhhh...." she whispered as she pressed Jill's hand against her mons, "We're alone, Stan won't dare come and clean in here until we leave, he's much too timid for that." Krys was gently grinding Jill's own fingers against her wet pussy, pushing her finger over her own clit while she whispered... "We're completely alone... and I really want you Jill. And I really think you want me too." Krys' short cropped blonde hair stuck to her head as she pushed under the shower with Jill, water plastering it down as she moved her face close in front of Jill's. Her lips parted slightly as she slipped her own finger into Jill's pussy, letting Jill's hand drop away to the side as she pressed her mouth over the oder woman's. Relieved, surprised, and completely aroused, Jill returned in kind by opening her mouth to meet her young lover and probing her tongue gently against Krys'... tasting the girl for the first time. "She tastes like honey" Jill thought to herself... "it must be her lip gloss... but she tastes wonderful!" Aloud she moaned softly as their lips parted, her tongue still reaching for Krys'... and she breathed to the girl "Yes... yes I want you too, it's been so long" Jill looked at the girl and realized how much smaller she was than herself. Not just shorter... although she was maybe 5'2 at the most. Standing on her tiptoes, with Jill sloping against the shower wall, she could just kiss the taller woman. But she was petite, almost elfin... but perfect in every way. Her figure would make a model jealous, the perfect hourglass shape, her full hips pressing between Jill's thighs reminded her of that and she wrapped her arms around her. Her bottom was small and firm, raised like bubbles, and Jill's hands cupped each side and squeezed gently. Krys moaned as Jill's fingers pressed into her cleft, squeezing and opening her from behind... and the smaller girls mouth made an "O" as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Jill realized she wasn't wearing lip gloss or lipstick, that the pink tint was natural. In fact, under the hot water streaming down on them, there was not a line on her face... she didn't appear to be wearing any makeup at all. "Perfect youth" was all Jill could think as the vision before her moaned passionately. Krys' moan got lower as she opened her mouth and pressed it against Jill's again, pushing her tongue back into the woman's mouth, dancing with Jill's again. Jill felt her nipples harden as the younger girl's firm breasts pressed against her, her already hard nipples pushing like marbles into her soft flesh. The hand between her legs began to move again, and the small fingers against her lips began to stroke against her clit. Krys played Jill's pussy like a concert musician plays a harp, her fingers moving over it precisely, fluidly, knowing exactly where to be and when to be there... always stroking lovingly with just the right pressure. As Jill leaned back harder against the shower wall, she lowered herself down to spread her legs wider, giving her lover more access to her wet inner folds. She wouldn't have stopped the girl now if half the precinct had walked in on them! But no one interrupted them... and Krys didn't stop. She slipped a finger inside Jill's wet pussy, stroking in and out of her as she moaned against her mouth. Jill reached back behind her, grasping as her ass, trying to hold Krys against her as she got closer and closer, but the young girl had other ideas. Krys pushed her hips away and bent down, breaking the kiss and kissing her way down Jill's neck. Jill moaned as she slid her hands up Krys' back and shoulders, hands holding her shoulder now, nails digging into the girl's flesh as she kissed and nibbled her way down Jill's chest to her left nipple. Taking it in her teeth, Krys pulled gently on it as she slid a second finger into Jill's pussy. Jill gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she felt Krys pulling at her nipple... her eyes opened as she looked down to see the girl's tongue swirl around it, making it even harder. Her nipple swelled up like a hard grape, and the girl smiled that impish smile again and took it in her mouth and suckled at it as she bent both fingers inside Jill and pressed up and forward searching for her G-spot. Jill's eyes rolled back and closed as Krys found it, both fingers pressing against it as she rubbed up and down inside her... her moans getting louder now as her legs spread wider apart... her head rolling against the hard tile of the shower wall. "Oh... my... God Krys... yesssss" Jill's hands gripped the girl's shoulders tighter as she lifted her from her nipple and guided her to her other breast. Looking down, she saw Krys looking up at her, lips parted, her free hand sliding up her side to cup her right breast. Krys' fingers still moved inside her... pumping a little faster now... still pressing against her G-spot and rubbing hard against it. "Please... " Jill gasped... "Please suck it too!" Krys smiled at her and squeezed her breast, making her nipple stand out more and kissed it gently. She pursed her lips and blew on it, as she slipped a third finger inside Jill. Jill felt herself stretch to admit her, it had been a long time since she had had a lover this aggressive, and the feeling was intense! "Please Krys!" she gasped Krys flicked Jill's nipple with her tongue playfully as bent all three fingers against the woman's G-spot, rubbing it and driving them in and out of her faster. All Jill could do was buck her hips against Krys' hand and watch the girl drive her crazy! Her nipple was swollen like the other had been, the size of a grape and hard as a rock, when finally Krys rolled her tongue around it, then licked it full up and down with the flat of her tongue. Jill gasped and moaned loudly as she pushed down on Krys' fingers and pulled her head against her nipple, making her cover it with her mouth. "How did she know how sensitive they are??" she thought to herself as the girl suckled at it like the other side, sending intense waves of pleasure from her nipple through her chest and meeting with the waves washing from inside her pussy. Her whole body tensed as Jill finally couldn't take it anymore, her eyes closed again and she pushed her head and shoulders back against the tile wall and yelled loudly as her body shook. The most intense orgasm she'd had in years shuddered through her as she held Krys against her with one hand, the other wildly slamming against the shower stall wall. Completely oblivious to the noise she was making, Jill exploded in sheer pleasure, pent up for years and released so quickly by this perfect young lover! As Jill began to slow, Krys released her nipple from her warm mouth, and kissed her way back up Jill's body until she was even with her face again. Krys slide her fingers from Jill's pussy slowly, letting the older women sigh gently as she felt herself empty and her walls slowly close... then Krys slipped all three fingers into her own mouth and sucked them as she leaned close to Jill. Jill could smell herself as the girl leaned close... hot water streaming down hair and face, until she pulled her fingers from her mouth and pressed them against Jill's lips. Without hesitation, Jill opened and took them, sucking them clean and tasting herself. The older woman had spent many nights alone, doing this to herself, then cleaning her own fingers and fantasizing about a lover like Krys. As Jill lived her own private fantasy in wonder, sucking her own juices from Krys' fingers, her young lover whispered to her, "Let's dry off... and go back to your place" The promise in those big, almond eyes was more than Jill would have refused even if she had been in a normal state of mind. Coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, still completely aroused, naked in a shower with a beautiful girl, and sucking her own cum from the girl's fingers... she could do nothing but accept. They toweled off quickly, and got dressed. She Jill took her thong from her bag, Krys reached quickly and snatched it away. Smiling that smile, she tossed it in the trash beside her. Jill smiled back and pulled her jeans over her bare pussy. "What the hell" she thought, "this girl is worth one pair of panties... and I'd only be taking them off again in a few minutes anyway!" Aloud she said "You're bad, girl... going to be a terrible influence on me!" "Love me anyway?" Krys asked playfully. "MMmmmmm you know I do!" Jill replied and hugged the girl against her bare chest, kissing her deeply. As she reached for her bra, Krys took it from her bag. "This too!" she said and danced away across the room, pushing it into another trashcan. "Imp!" Jill cried, reaching for the bra and missing, Krys was amazingly fast when she wanted to be. Jill knew her reflexes were very fast, from her training as an officer and her Aikido training as well... "She must be either a dancer or a gymnast to move like that!" she thought to herself... and resigned herself to buying a new bra tomorrow as she slipped her t-shirt over her head. In the few seconds Jill's head was covered, Krys watched her and nodded as if she'd made up her mind. Then smiled as Jill's head popped out, and grabbed her bag. Slipping up beside Jill she blew in her ear softly and whispered "Can I ride with you... please....?" and nibbled her earlobe, sending goose bumps down Jill's neck and arm, making her shiver all over. "Of course!" she breathed. When Jill finished dressing, Krys pushed the door open, and Jill followed her out. The look on Stan's face said he knew exactly what had happened... but for once Jill didn't care. The beautiful young thing in front of her obviously didn't care... and they were going home together... so who cares if anyone else knows, why should Jill care? She took Krys' hand and they walked out together smiling as Stan locked the place up and decided he would work there forever. It was almost a 45 minute drive to her apartment, and all the way home Krys kept Jill in a constant state of arousal. The first thing she did when they were moving on the dark road was to unzip her pants. Since she wasn't wearing panties, it was easy for Krys to push her fingers down inside her jeans and touch Jill's hard button with the tip of her finger. And once her pants were open, it was easy to pull her shirt free and slip a hand underneath and up to cup her bare breasts. If it had been daylight, Jill could never have made it home. But in the darkened car, on dark streets, no-one could see the exquisite torture that Krys put Jill through. Since she drove an automatic, Jill's feet were free most of the time. Almost involuntarily she kept her legs as wide apart as she could to let Krys have as much access to her body as she needed. Krys reached down inside Jill's jeans, her small fingers slipping inside the open zipper, through her close trimmed red bush, and down between her lips to find her engorged clit. Jill almost swerved into another car as Krys began twirling it with her fingers, rubbing her fingers around it and pushing Jill's swollen nub around in little circles. Gasping, Jill managed to pull the car back into her own lane as Krys lifted her t-shirt and took Jill's hard nipple in her other hand. "Poor baby" Krys teased... "So wet and you have to drive... can't even fight back, stuck in your seat" "This... isn't nice... you know" Jill gasped. "Want me to stop?" Krys asked, as she pinched the older woman's sensitive nipple between her fingers. "Oohhhh... no, don't stop" Jill said in a horse whisper. "Hmm...? What's that?" Krys asked, rolling the swollen nipple gently. "Please don't stop!" Jill gasped again as she fought to keep the car straight. Krys smiled and lifted Jill's shirt as high as she could, exposing both breasts to her touch. Moving from nipple to nipple, she pinched and pulled them as Jill moaned in her seat, her pussy wetness soaking the material of her blue jeans as Krys' other hand expertly worked her clit. When they came to a stoplight about halfway to Jill's house, Krys quickly withdrew to her won seat. "Get naked" she said as she pulled off her top. "What?" Jill asked, shocked as she turned to see Krys now stripping off her pants. "Quick! Before the light changes or someone drives up!" Krys replied, grabbing Jill's shirt and pulling it up. She stiff-armed Jill's wrists, breaking her grip on the wheel and peeled her shirt quickly over her head. "Quick quick! Jeans too!" she giggled. "You're crazy!" Jill laughed, but decided that tonight she'd be crazy too... one night with this girl wouldn't kill her, and a little craziness sounded like a lot of fun. She lifted her ass and pushed her jeans to the floor, pulling her feet out of her shoes and socks. She tugged her feet free and wrapped the whole thing into a bundle she handed to Krys just as the light changed. Jill hit the gas as another car came up behind them, and they shot out of the light of the intersection. Up ahead they were coming to a bridge, well lit and with other cars on it. Jill accelerated to cross it as quickly as possible. Mercifully, she thought to herself, Krys didn't touch her as they approached. Just as they reached the apex of the bridge, however, Krys powered her window down and tossed the entire bundle of both their clothes out into the water below. "What the hell??" cried Jill as she watched her $100 pair of sneakers tumbling away into the river. Krys giggled like a schoolgirl, and looked at her with those big brown almond shaped eyes full of mirth and said, "Don't worry... I'll make it up to you, I promise!" And she leaned over and took Jill's bare, hard nipple into her mouth and suckled on it, rolling her tongue around and around it in her mouth. It was all Jill could do to keep the car containing the two naked women on the road. The speed they picked up on the bridge was exhilarating, and Jill didn't slow down as they reached the other side. In fact, as Krys' fingers slipped between her legs again, she spread wide and sped through the next red light, oblivious to any traffic that may have been there. Thankfully at this hour there was only one other driver to blare his horn as they raced past... Jill never even heard it as Krys' fingers found their target and slipped inside her over-stimulated pussy, the wet lips opening wide to take them eagerly. Jill lifted her right arm over Krys' head, then reached down her body and slid her hand underneath, searching. She felt Krys lift for her, raising her hips up a little and her legs shifting... and Jill's fingers found the wetness she wanted. Pressing her middle finger against it, she slipped easily inside Krys' opening and pressed up against her clit, rubbing awkwardly as she tried to drive with her left hand and keep herself from cumming before they stopped. Krystal, however, did not let up at all. She pressed two fingers deeper inside Jill's wet tunnel, and bent them up again to find her spot and rub it. "No..." Jill moaned.... "No... god you're going to make me cum again!" The fingers in her aching pussy pressed up and found her g-spot, and Jill almost came immediately! The intensity of the feeling, with Krys still working at her nipples ( which seemed to have become even more sensitive, if that was possible ) almost pushed her over the edge, but the danger of the speeding car still on the road with other drivers kept her from releasing. The combination was torture! She couldn't stop the girl without stopping the car... and she couldn't stop the car in the middle of a road that ( even at this hour ) was still busy! So she drove on, her body shaking in her seat, begging the girl to stop. "Please... Krys!! We're going to... get killed!" she gasped, on the edge of ecstasy and terror. "I'll stop... touching you... I'll do anything! Just please... stop... fucking me!" Jill pulled her hand from the girl's lap to show she was serious, her wet fingers draped across Krys' waist as she shook in her seat. The girl responded by taking Jill's other nipple in her free and twisting it hard as she pinched and pulled it. Jill screamed in pleasure and pain as she pushed down on the accelerator, the car rocketing along as she neared her inevitable orgasm. She knew she'd never be able to control the car when it hit... it was going to be another mind-blowing one after holding it off for so long! Up ahead, a light in front of them turned red. Not knowing what else to do, Jill acted on impulse. She slammed on her breaks. The car came to a skidding halt beside another car, an older woman in a 4-door sedan. Jill begged the girl tormenting her body to stop one more time... "Please!! Krys.... there's a... woman... GOD she can... SEE me! Please!" But at the same time, Jill lifted her left leg high and put her foot on the dashboard beside the steering wheel. The woman beside her looked across and saw herm legs spread obscenely wide, sweat soaked hair in tatters down her face, the spike-haired blonde attached to her nipple, fingers buried in her spread pussy pounding away as she gasped for air. Jill looked back, wide eyes, in terror and absolute ecstasy. "Krys..." she pleaded... "Don't make me... not now... not with her... watching... Please don't make me cum!!" Krystal's only response was to push a third finger into Jill's now spread pussy and press all three hard against her G-spot. The girl rubbed hard up and down on it, as she moved to her other nipple while the car was stopped. Pushing across her pinned Jill into her seat, although she couldn't have moved now if she had wanted to. In shame, Jill realized she was going to cum for this woman, and cum HARD! She was terrified and embarrassed and ashamed that this woman should see her like this... but out loud she could only scream "YESSSSS" as Krys pounded all three fingers against her G-spot and drove her to orgasm! Her body completely betrayed her as Krystal pushed her past her breaking point. Jill closed her eyes, and bucked and jumped in her seat, her face twisted in ecstasy, hands banging the dashboard, the horn, the windows... anything close to her. She moaned and screamed again and again "YES, oh my GOD Krystal!! YES!" until she could barely breath. Finally the girl slowed down and let Jill's body calm... Her fingers slowed to a stop, and gently pulled out. Her mouth lovingly released Jill's tortured nipple, leaving it sensitive and engorged as Krystal's saliva cooled on it. Her face moved close to Jill, and the older woman smelled honey as she opened her eyes... As Jill opened her mouth to speak, Krystal slipped all three fingers into it. Still soaked from in her own juices, Jill sucked them clean as she looked in Krystal's eyes. She could see neither malice nor ill intent... just mischief and... love? Her anger at the girl melted away... and she licked her fingers clean and kissed her gently. "You've got to learn there's a time and a place, dear" she whispered, as she held the younger girl. Then she remembered the woman... Jill turned and looked over her shoulder... the car with the woman in it was still there. The woman was staring, wide eyed, at the two women across from her. Her face was a mixture of arousal and revulsion, and Jill knew exactly what she must have been feeling. Krystal smiled sweetly and waved to her. The woman gunned her engine and immediately roared off into the night. Both women laughed joyfully, as they watched her car. Jill realized she didn't know her and in this state, naked and dripping with sweat in a dark car, there was almost no way the woman would ever recognizer her. And the look on her face had been priceless when Krys had actually smiled and waved! She pushed the girl into her seat and smiled at her. "You're terrible!" she said... "You'll be the death of me!" Krystal just giggled. As Jill started to move out of the intersection, she realized that they were actually sitting across the street from her apartment building. She turned the car and pulled into the underground lot and glided into a spot in the back. Turning off the lights and engine, she turned to Krystal and asked "How do you propose we get to my apartment now, imp?" Krys giggled and reached into the back seat. "I didn't toss out your gym bag..." Jill snatched it before the young blonde could change her mind and pulled her sticky spandex back on. Krystal wiggled into the top piece of her suit, which looked like a one-piece bathing suit with short sleeves and lots of cleavage... except that it was designed to be worn over shorts, and the tiny strip of material that went between her legs and up her ass was barely enough to cover her wet swollen lips. The tight spandex left nothing to the imagination, and Krystal's labia obviously swelled quite a bit when she was aroused, so the wet material pulled tightly between and around them, showing the outline of her pussy clearly. Her creamy bubble-butt was left completely uncovered by the thong back. Krys jumped out of the car barefoot and headed for the nearest stairway. Jill followed and directed the girl through the building. Getting Krystal to follow her was just too much to ask for. Thankfully for Jill, because of the hour very few people were awake in her building. They only met two on the way to the apartment, both men she knew in passing only. The stared openly at the women as they passed, Krystal barely dressed and Jill covered in sweat and smelling distinctly of sex. Jill tried to hurry on, Krystal only giggled and danced around the hallways happily. At one point she turned and waved to one of the men they had passed... and Jill not knowing what else to do grabbed the back of her thong and pulled the tiny girl along behind on her tiptoes. When they finally reached her apartment, Jill was sure half the building was awake and had seen them pass through their peepholes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get in out of the hallway and get this giggling girl in bed alone!

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I told her no, and that Id call her back if she gave me her number. I then picked up a private line and placed the call to her. Hi, she said on the first ring. Im sorry to bother you, but remember what we talked about, she asked. Yes, I said, and I also told you that I would give you a call. I know, I know she said, but well something has come up and I immediately thought of you and your hobby, she said. So, you pissed at me, or willing to listen, she asked. I guess both, I said, so go on. Well I dont expect that you would know the Hammonds who live about 10 minutes away from you, do you. I doubt it, but continue. Okay, Ive got a party coming up there this coming Friday and was over there getting some of the usual basic stuff ready, when I overheard Mrs. Hammond talking to someone on the phone and saying that she was so horny that shed fuck a snake. I got so tickled at the expression and the way she said it that I burst out laughing and she heard me and hangs up the phone. Anyway, one thing leads to another and she tells me that if she had tits like mine, then shed be fucked every day, but as it is now, shes happy for once a month. I told her that I thought she had a cute figure and shed have no problem finding a man. She laughed and told me to find her one, and shed probably even be willing to pay for it. I told her that she couldnt pay for it, but I might know someone she could trade with for it. Go on I said. Well I didnt want to tell her anymore, but she insisted, and I told her that I knew of someone that collected adult pictures and maybe if she made some pictures, well they could trade or something. Fran, I said, you didnt tell her anything else, did you? No no, I swear, not a word and Im calling you from my house, but she told me to tell my friend that shed be very very interested. Okay, so you told me, now lets leave it be, I said. Fran, sounding very rejected said okay and hung up the phone. I turned to the computer, entered in my home address and did a grid search for any Hammond in a 20 mile radius. Just one name popped up, so I figured what the heck, its doesnt cost anything to check it out. So, on the way home that afternoon, I drove by the Hammond house to have a look. Couldnt see a damn thing, but just as luck would have it, a courier car came driving up and pulled into the driveway. I stopped to watch as the driver got out of his car with an envelope and went up the front steps and rang the bell. In a few minutes the door opened a crack, then all the way and I assume that Mrs. Hammond was who I was looking at. She signed for the package and put it inside the door. As the driver went down the steps and to his car, the lady came down the steps and walked to the mailbox. I was able to get a very good look at her. Tall, probably close to 6, slender, real small ass and some cute tits pushing against her top, probably a B cup. She was very well dressed and I could see her hair and makeup were applied in good taste. She however wasnt a young trophy wife; to the contrary she was easily in her mid to late 50s. I figured she must have been a knock out in her younger years with everyone trying to get between those long legs. As she turned and went back into the house, I drove away heading towards my house for an evening of homework in my briefcase. I couldnt sleep that night, thinking about Mrs. Hammond, so I got up and logged on to the laptop and did some further searching on the Hammond family at the known address. It didnt take long and I was looking at the names of Virginia and Donald Hammond. He was an attorney and a partner in a local firm. She is a housewife, mother of 2 children, member of this and that and the rest of the suburban crap that doesnt amount to a hill of beans. The following day, I was busy all day with meetings and other corporate matters that go to make up my day the majority of the time, but towards the late afternoon I took a break and picked up my private line and dialed the Hammond residence. A very pleasant sounding lady answered the phone. Mrs. Hammond, I inquired. Yes, she said. I apologize for disturbing you I said, but your caterer, Fran, suggest that I call as we might have something to discuss. The phone was silent for about 10 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. The silence was then broken, by her saying, yes I believe I have something youd be interested in, and you also have something that Id be interested in. Very good then, I said, then your interested and we can do a trade. Yes, certainly she said, when can we meet to discuss it? There is really nothing to discuss, I replied. Well meet where youll get what you want and Ill get what I want, thats all there is to it, I said. But dont you want to maybe meet me or something or perhaps, well you know, tell me what I need to bring, she said. No, not necessary I said. Ill trust that you know how to dress for a business meeting and you can be assured of no pain or things like that in what you are seeking. Would you then like to come over here, she asked. Id rather not, I said, as I have everything set up where I am, if you dont mind. Very well she said, what is the address and when would you like me to arrive. I gave her the address, with no directions, and told her to arrive about 11 and plan to spend the afternoon. She said she was looking forward to meeting me and then we hung up. Two days later just before 11 a.m. the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. There standing just as tall as I am was Mrs. Virginia Hammond all decked out in a business suit such as shed wear to the local garden club board meeting. Mrs. Hammond, I said, please come in, Ive been expecting you. Thanks you, she said, I wasnt sure that I was at the correct house. I mean, she continued, well perhaps someone was sending me to the wrong place, sort of as a joke, but you did say Im expected, didnt you. Yes, very much so, I said, so please do come in and make yourself at home as I guided her back towards the rear of the house and offered her a seat on the sofa. She smoothed her skirt and sat down, tugging the hemline as she crossed one long leg behind the other. Can I offer you anything to drink, I asked. No, Im fine thank you, she said. So, I understand that you are a collector, she began. Yes, I said, probably not the biggest or best collection in the world, but certainly one that Ive enjoyed, I said. And, as I understand it, she continued you would like to have my likeness added to the collection. Yes, I said, and in return, you will, Im confident, leave happy. I wasnt to sure what to wear or bring, she said, so I remember you saying it was a business meeting, so I hope what I have on is appropriate. Your just fine, I said. Thanks you, she said, so what next, how.her voiced trailed off as I interrupted, do we begin, I said. Yes, she said. We already have, I said. Throughout this room and the bedroom over there are cameras and microphones, which will record everything that, goes on in these rooms. Also here, I said picking up the item, is a small digital camera that I may or may not use during your visit. Very well, she said, is there someplace where I can change and what would you like for me to start out with. Please Mrs. Hammond, I said, if youll just allow me, I said. Sorry, she said, Im just nervous. Then lets continue, I said. Id appreciate you answering any of my questions and also following any of my instructions, can you do that for me, I asked. Yes, Ill try, she said. Now tell me a little about you, I said. What would you like to know, she asked? How about your age for a start, I said. 59, she said, is that too old? No, why would you ask that. I dont know, except maybe you were anticipating a younger woman instead of me, she said. No, to the contrary, I dont like trophies, I said. Now lets continue how tall are you. Im 510, but with heels I can add a few inches. And what size are you, I asked. I wear a 5 or 6 depending on the manufacturer, or where it was made, she said. Youve got quite a nice figure, do you jog or exercise, I asked. No, Ive always been this size for as long as I can remember, she said. Well, stand up and lets have a look at you, I said. Virginia stood, straightened her skirt and pulled at the bottom of her jacket to straighten it, then looked at me. How long have you been married, I asked. 34 years, she said. Have sex often, I asked. No, not often enough, she said. So you enjoy sex, I said. Yes, she replied, very much. Any inhibitions, limitations, I asked. No, not really, she said. Does that shock you that a woman of my age would say something like that, she asked. No, not at all, I appreciate you candor, I said. So tell me what youre wearing I said, changing the subject. Virginia looked down at herself as if in a final inspection before saying anything and said, obviously this skirt with matching jacket and the silk blouse under the jacket. Is that all you have on, I pushed. No, oh you mean, then said, I also have on a bra, panties and stockings, she said. Whats holding up the stockings, I asked. They are the new stays up kind she said. Really, I said. Yes, and I dont know how they work, but they do stay up, she said. Then I said why dont you lift your skirt so I can see your legs and how these stockings manage to stay up. For a moment she stood there and looked at me with disbelief in her eyes. Then I added, come on Mrs. Hammond its show and tell time. I dont know she stammered, please cant you just take some pictures of me. Ill change into whatever you want and then, her voice trailed off. You know, I began, Ill bet that you lay in bed waiting for your husband to reach over and touch you, and then in about 3 minutes its all over with, isnt it. You asked Fran for this, I went on, so if you want the same old nothing, the door is over there. Go home and cry or do whatever you do, but dont bitch about doing without anymore. Or, you can stay here, following directions, and know that youll leave later on, with a smile on your face. Sorry, she said, Im just not use to coming into a strange house and in front of someone I dont know, pulling up my skirt. We already know all of this, I shot back, but lets do it anyway, shall we? She reached for the hemline of her skirt and began pulling it up. Is this what you wanted to see, she asked? Yes, thank you, I said. Youve very nice legs, I said. Now take off your jacket, I said. She let go of the skirt, and unbuttoned the few buttons and removed the jacket revealing an off white silk blouse beneath it. There, I said, now thats a little better, isnt it? Virginia shook her head. Now tell you what, I continued, how about you just walk around the room a little bit. Virginia looked around and then began walking about until she crossed back and forth several times, and I stopped her. I love your long legs, I said, youre very pretty. Thank you, she whispered back. Now turn around some, I said, and she just turned in place, and asked if that was okay. Yes, I said very nice, as she again face me. Now Mrs. Hammond, please take off your skirt I said. Virginia looked at me for a few seconds, then slowly reached behind her and worked the zipper down and undid the catch on the waistband. She then pushed the skirt over her hips and let it fall pooling around her feet. She then bent over and picked the skirt up looking for a place to put it. Over there, I said, pointing to the other side of the room, whereupon she walked over and placed the skirt on a chair, then turned and walked back towards me. I could see her nicely shaped legs all the way to the base of her panties, which were still partly covered by the bottom of her blouse. Now please take off your blouse, I said. Virginia began at the top and started to unbutton her blouse. As she continued, I could see the center of her bra and then finally the front of her panties. She paused and looked at me, so I motioned with a finger to continue, and she slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms. Put it with your skirt, I said. She turned and walked to the chair and I could see the nice shape of her ass beneath her panties as she moved away from me. She draped the blouse over the top of the chair, then paused a second before turning and walking back to stand in front of me. You certainly have a nice figure, I said. Thank you, she replied. So you said you wear a size 5 or 6 is that correct? Yes, she said. And what size panties do you wear, I asked. Generally a 4 she said. And your bra, I asked. Its a 34 she replied. And whats your cup size, I asked. Im a B she said is that too small? Why do you ask, I said. Well, most men like to look at women, who are, you know, larger, she said. No, I think youre just fine, I said, now I want you to do a few things for me, okay, I asked. Ill try, she said. Youll be fine, I said, now lets walk around the room again so I can have a good look at you, I said, but when you come back, stand behind the sofa. Virginia moved about the room and I could see her ass move beneath her panties. As she turned with those long legs, I could just imagine her pussy in front of me. Even with her heels on, there wasnt much bounce to her tits, though they were nicely proportioned to the rest of her body. As she finished her walk about and returned to behind the sofa as I instructed her to bend over. As she bent over, she looked down at herself to check about how exposed her breasts were to me in this position. Either resigned or satisified with herself, she asked if this was okay. Yes, I said youre doing fine, now I want you to slide your straps off and bend over again. Virginia straightened up, then pushed each strap down and then bent over, but this time not quite so far. Mrs. Hammond, I said, you need to bend further so I can see your tits, I said. I think I shocked her with the language, but never the less she leaned forward and I could see how her tits were hanging beneath her, yet still within the bra. Now thats very sexy, I said and you do have nice tits. Thank you she mumbled. Now lower one of your shoulders just a bit, I said. As she dropped her right shoulder, her tit just about tumbled from the cup of the bra, but I could clearly see the smooth skin and pear shape tit almost to her nipple. So tell me Mrs. Hammond, I began, do you like for me to be looking at your tits like this, I asked? No, I guess Im a little uncomfortable, she replied. Well then I continued, do you like your husband to look at your tits. Yes, I would suppose so, she said. And do you like your tits played with, I asked. Yes, she said. And then I guess you also like your nipples played with also. Yes, she replied. And does all of this excite you a little or a lot, I asked. Sort of in between she said. Very well, I said, now slowly take your bra off and put it with the rest of your things. Virginia straighten up, then reached behind her and undid the 2 hooks holding the bra and slipped the straps from her arms as the bra fell away from her. Hold it, just a second I said, causing her to pause and stare at me. I picked up the digital camera and took a few stills of her holding her bra and of her tits. I then had her come and pose for the digital on the sofa so I could see and record her in many different ways. Finally, I said, okay, Mrs. Hammond put the bra over there. She got up and walked to the chair and draped the bra over the blouse, then turned and started back towards me, now in just her shoes, stockings and panties. Hold it, I said. When you walk now, Id like you to liven the pace some so that your tits giggle. Virginia had stopped, but no matter how she tried, she just couldnt keep up the giggle as she walked about, so I had her stand in place and by putting her hands on her flat belly, she could shake herself some and her tits danced on her chest. You sure do have perky tits, I said. Now lets see what we can do about having some perky nipples, I said. How about you play with your nipples so I can get some pictures of them when they are nice and hard, I said. Virginia, hesitated, then pinched one of her nipples and tried to roll it between her fingers. Man, was she horny, it didnt take but a second for her nipples to be standing on edge, begging to be sucked. I didnt stop her, but let her continue to play with herself, till she reached the point where she emitted a small reflex type moan as she pulled on one of her nipples. I then had her pose in different positions as I used the digital to snap close up pictures of her playing with her nipples. Next I had her sit with her legs spread, legs raised and bending over taking pictures of her cute butt as she did so. Mrs. Hammond, I said, now pull your panties down over your ass, I said. She reached for the waistband and flipped the panty down so I could see her naked ass, which I was busy snapping close up pictures of with the digital. Now pull them up, and turn around I said. She did so, and turned to face me. Now this time, I said, I want you to pull your panties down as you face me, I said. She reached for the waistband again, and this time lowered her panties to her hips, and then pushed them down over her stockings and let them fall to floor where she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her heels and stockings, in front of me. Mrs. Hammond, I said, I believe that we might have a problem. What kind of a problem, she asked. Im unable to see your pussy, I said. Oh, she said somewhat bewildered. Yes, I said, you havent shaved your pussy, so how can I see it, but we can fix that, I said. Oh, no we shouldnt, she said. What is the problem, I asked. My husband she said. Dont you think hed like to see your naked pussy, I asked her? I dont know she said, Well, Ill take some photos of you now, but really think were going have to clean you up. I mean, I continued, you shaved your legs, and under your arms, so certainly I should be able to see your pussy without a lot of hair everywhere. So, lets try this, I said. I had her sit down once again on the sofa and begin to spread her legs while I photographed her hairy pussy. Then I moved her to her knees and photographed her asshole and pussy from behind. In some of the picture, I had her hold herself open for the camera lens. You ever show yourself like this to your husband or maybe an old boyfriend, I asked. No, she replied, I dont think so. But, I continued, Im sure youve seen some pictures or maybe even some porn havent you? Not really, she said. Mrs. Hammond, I said with a smirk, you mean to tell me that youve never ever flashed your pussy or your tits to tease your husband? Not just even a little, I asked? No, she said, without any hestitation. Well, I said, hes been missing out on a lot. Now go sit in that chair, I said, pointing to a straight back chair with wooden arms. Virginia moved to the chair and sat down facing me. I moved to her, and reached out and grabbed her nipple. Before she could react I had a firm grasp and was stretching her tit as I lifted it by the nipple. Oh, she said, both astonished by my move and as a reaction to my touching her. Letting go, I stepped behind her and reach over each shoulder and began to fondle her tits. Now these are nice tits, I whispered in her ear as I squeezed each and use my finger and thumb to toy with the nipples. Ever been titty fucked, I asked. No, she said as she squirmed a little in the chair. As her nipples turned into hard erasers, I whispered for her to raise her legs. Virginia brought those long legs up and planted the bottom of each foot on the seat cushion alongside each hip. Now how can I see your pretty pussy like that, I whispered, then drove my tongue into one of her ears. She squirmed about, saying, I dont know. Put a leg over each armrest I said. Virginia moved each leg over the armrest. I then let go of her tits and stretched over her to reach her knees and pulled each leg further back on the armrest. Now, I said quietly along side her head, I want you to be still while I look at your pretty pussy. I moved around to the front of the chair and took the digital and began clicking off photos of her open pussy. Virginia, I said, now use your hands and open yourself up even wider, I said. Virginia lowered her hands between her legs and to either side of her pussy. Holding the labias with fingers from each, she spread herself open even further. Bet your husbands never seen this either, I said, as the flash went off over and over again. Stepping back, I encouraged her to smile for me, and continued to snap away with the camera. Okay now Mrs. Hammond, I said I want you to put your fingertip on your clit and just rub it a little for the camera. As she rub her clit a little, I took photos of her doing it and of her facial expressions. To add to the fun a little, I slipped my finger into her pussy, photographing what I was doing, and asked her if she liked being finger fucked. Virginia didnt say a word, but remained focused on playing with her clit. I pulled my finger from her pussy and pushed it against her little butt hole to capture her reaction for the record. Finally, I took her hand away and pulled her legs down as she looked at me disappointed. Lets go into the bedroom, I said. We walked to the first floor bedroom and I moved Virginia onto the bed. Enjoy showing me your tits and pussy, I asked. Yes, she said, then laid back and spread her legs and resumed stroking herself, as she asked me, if I liked watching her. I assured her that I did, and then moved away and stepped into the bathroom and pulled a towel, shaving cream, scissors and razor from the cabinet, then returned to the bedroom. Okay Mrs. Hammond I said, lets take care of this, shall we, as I spread the towel on top of the bed. She moved onto the towel and spread her legs for me. I took the scissors and began to cut off the majority of the hair that covered her. Next I filled my hand with some shaving scream and rubbed it all over her pussy. I then told her to hold still and started to shave the hairs from and around her pussy. When I finished I had a raging hard on from having seen her perform all this time and from enjoying the sight and feel of her pussy as I shaved her. With her now bald pussy, I again had her pose for me from the front and back each time showing me her newly shaved pussy. When she was on her hand and knees I guided her so her head was at the edge of the bed, and I got on the bed behind her. Virginia, I said, I want you to hold still, okay. Ill try, she said. I started tracing her labia with my finger and told her I wanted to be certain that she was smooth. I then used my hands to pull her cheeks further apart and then ran my finger over her anus. She jumped slightly at my touch. Is your ass a virgin hole, I asked? Yes, she said. Mrs. Hammond, I said with a smirk, you mean that your husband has never fucked your ass. No, she said. Would you like me to fuck your ass, I asked. No, yes, I dont know, she said adding, it will hurt. While we were talking I continued to play with her, and then managed to slip my finger inside her. Does that hurt, I asked. No, she said. You like my finger in your ass, I asked her. Yes, yes it feels good, she said. I moved my finger around and she moaned a little. Then I reached under her between her legs with my other arm and grabbed one of her tits. Oh, she moaned, as I pulled on the tit and began to just move my hand to pinch her nipple and moved my finger inside her ass. So tell me Mrs. Hammond, I said, tell me how Mr. Hammond and you fuck. Oh please, must I she asked. Yes, I said, or I stop doing what Im doing, I said, removing my hand from her tit and starting to pull my finger from her ass. No, no please dont stop, Ill tell you anything, she said. I pushed my finger a little deeper into her and then moved my thumb to start rubbing her pussy and the tender area between her anus and pussy. Im waiting, I said. We get into bed, she began. You mean you decide to fuck and get into bed, I asked. No, I mean we get ready for bed, and then once were in the bed..Oh Christ, she wailed as I tweaked her nipple.then sometimes will touch me and then well kiss before making love. She said. Well I know he doesnt play with your virgin ass, I said, but does he play with your pussy, I asked her. Yes, she said, he likes to touch me. Do you like to be touched, I asked. Yes, yes, please dont stop, she said. And what about your tits, I asked. He suck on them and pinch your nipples, which I did as I asked it. Virginia jumped as if hit by a lighting bolt. Yes, no, I mean sometimes he like to. Likes to what, I pushed her. Likes to kiss my breasts, she said. Mrs. Hammond, I said, breasts are in the doctors office. Here you have tits, do you understand. Yes, she said. And what is this, I asked as I pushed my thumb over your labia. Its my pussy, she said. Good girl, and where is my finger, I asked. Inside me, she said. Inside where, I asked. Inside my asshole she replied. Very good I said, now, what do you do with Donalds cock, I asked. What do you mean, she asked. Well do you touch him? Yes, yes, Im sorry. Yes, I touch him and then help him go inside of me. Do you like to suck on his cock, I asked. She was silent. Mrs. Hammond, do you suck Donalds cock and lick his balls, I asked. No, she said. Dont you like cock, I asked? Yes, yes she said. Would you like to feel my cock, I asked. Oh, yes please, she begged me. What do you want to do with my cock, I ask. I want you to fuck me, she said. Thats not what I asked you Mrs. Hammond, so you lose, I said and I stopped feeling her tit and withdrew my finger from her ass. Stay there, I said as I took the digital and took some close ups of her now open asshole. Then I told her to bend her elbows and put her head down. With her ass higher, I took some more photos and even spread her pussy open for some nice close up of it as well. She was in her fifties, yet still inexperienced in a lot of things, so I didnt want to push her too far too soon, so I went into the bathroom and washed my hands before returning to her. My cock softened a little, which was a good thing, as I brought her back up to her hands and knees. Then standing in front of her, I rubbed my cock over her face. Kiss my cock, I said. She hesitated a minute, the kissed the head, like a quick kiss on the cheek. Thats a good start, I said, now here is what were going to do, I said. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. Turn around here I said. Virginia turned around and looked at me. Now Mrs. Hammond, I want you to start sucking my cock, I said and when you get it nice and hard, then Im going to fuck you with it and after that, Im going to fuck your ass with it and after that Ive got a special treat for you before you go home, I said. I pulled her down on me, and could feel her breath on my cock. I wedged my hand between her legs and parted them a little as I started to finger her pussy, then moved to rub her clit, saying better hurry, your pussy wants my cock in it. Then it started, for what I believe was she first time, the 59yr old ran her tongue over the head of a cock, which was happily mine. Dont your girlfriends at the club talk about sucking cock, I asked. Now you can join in, I continued. Her mouth was against the head of my cock, so I reached to hold her head and pushed my hips up, easily slipping into her mouth. Good girl I said not use your tongue to lick around and suck more of the shaft into your mouth, I said. Initially Virginia gagged a bit, but continued to service my cock as it swelled in her mouth. Suddenly either instinct took over, or something because Virginias head was bobbing up and down on my cock and her hand was stroking me double time. I was worried about losing it, so I pulled her head from my cock and pulled her on top of me. With her straddling me, I held my cock and watched as her pussy slid done the pole taking me deep into her pussy. Now fuck me Mrs. Hammond, I said. She started to ride me hard and in a few minutes I pulled her down towards me and I began to move between both tits, sucking and nibbling her nipples. I could feel her muscles closing around my cock and pulling me her. Soon I flipped her onto her back and pushed her long legs up and around my shoulder, as I started to pound her with every thrust into her pussy. Oh Christ she said, Im cumming, dont stop, please dont stop, fuck me, she cried out. I continued to do just that, and using my hands against her tits to steady myself and pinch her at the same time. I felt myself getting ready to cum, so I quickly withdrew from her cunt and moved to her face. Virginia, I said, open your mouth and suck my cock, I said. Oh yes, please she said and I shoved my cock into her mouth. As she clamped down on my cock and started to suck it she began to taste her own juices, and then I came in her mouth. Swallow, I said, swallow. She half coughed once, but managed to keep her mouth shut and began to swallow most of my load. I immediately move down and spread her legs once again, as I started to finger her pussy with three fingers, and licked her clit as she thrust her hips up towards me. Please, no more, no more she said. We need some more for the pictures, I said, remember the agreement. I reached under the bed, and pulled up my wonderful toy. It was a small variable speed motor with a crankshaft mount on it, which in turn was coupled to a shaft which ended inside a bored out 12 dildo. I moved into the 69 position and Virginia began to slowly lick and suck my cock, but her view of anything else was totally blocked. I raised her legs and spread them open as I started to play with her pussy. I guided the dildo to her opening and slowly inserted it into her love hole. Virginia moaned and started to move her hips I turned the dial slowly on the motor and the dildo started moving in and out of her pussy. As I pushed myself off of her, she released my cock and soon I stood along side the bed, as the dildo drove in and out of her pussy. I lifted her shoulders and propped her up with several pillows. Then I kissed her and began playing with her tits. The machine continued to silently fuck her. I picked up the digital again, and took some more still photos of the scene. Finishing, I again went to the motor and slowly increased the speed. Virginia moaned and screamed Im cumming, but the machine doesnt care and just continued to slam into her dripping pussy over and over again. Please, please she begged, stop the machine. I slowed the motor to the slow strokes once again and started to rub my hand over Virginias clit. Oh no, please, I cant she said, as she started to once again buck her hips as the dildo moved in and out, in and out, over and over again. Mrs. Hammond I said, Ill turn it off on 2 conditions. Yes, anything, oh Christ Im going to cum, she said again. Want to know the conditions, I asked. No, I mean yes, she said. You glad Fran told you about this, I asked. Yes.oh Christ she said again, as I turned up the speed just slightly. Then I want you to thank Fran by sucking her tits and licking her pussy, I said. Oh no, please she began, but I turned up the speed a little and suddenly, Yes Yes, anything, yes Ill lick her pussy. And, I said, I get to fuck your virgin ass. Okay, yes, anything, please stop the machine.oh I cant cum, but I need to.please help me she begged. I turned the motor to the max. speed and Virginia pulled at her tits and reached for her clit as she erupted in one large final screaming, clawing seizure of a climax. I cut the power and pulled the dildo from her still swollen pussy and moved it to under the bed, then climbed onto the bed and held her in my arms. Virginia exhaled and pushed up against me as she began to relax. That was wonderful, she said. After a few minutes, I moved and said, spread your legs. No, no please, Im so sore, she said. I pushed her legs open, without much resistance, and looked at her freshly shaved and fucked pussy. Then, I lowered my head and clamped my mouth over her, driving my tongue into her slit. Oh no, not again, please dont she said, I cant take it, she begged. Relax Mrs. Hammond, I said, I just dont want you to lose that edge, so when I fuck your ass, youll really enjoy it. No, no I cant, youll hurt me, she said. But you promised, I said. Im sorry, she said, I just cant, but Ill make it up to you, she said. What are you going to do, I quipped, refer me to all your friends. Yes, I can do that, she said. Yea, right, I said, I can hear it now. Hi friend, would you like to be fucked? If so, contact.my voice trailed off laughing. Dont laugh said Virginia, things have a way of happening, she said. Didnt Fran introduce me, she asked. Yes, I said, but. No buts, she replied, youd be surprised and the only thing Id say to you is that I dont think the little camera will be acceptable. Can I get dressed now and leave she asked. Certainly, I said, you were always free to leave anytime you wanted. I need to use the bathroom, she said. Over there, I said, but leave the door open, in case I want to watch. Youre horrible, she said, giving me a quick kiss as she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I need to go now, she said, heading out of the bedroom to get her cloths. Sitting naked, I watch her dress, then look in a mirror and fix her makeup and hair. Ready to walk out the door, I said, Mrs. Hammond, you going to say a proper goodbye to you new best friend, and waved my semi-hard cock at her. She came over to me, and I said, on your knees. She got down on her knees in front of me and I rubbed my cock against her lips. She took hold of me and kissed and licked my entire cock, then looked up at me. Go ahead, I said, you know you want to. Smiling she opened her mouth and.

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Good heavens, no, she said, I was thinking, hoping for, say perhaps tomorrow or the following day. And the purpose (as if I didn't know) of this visit is, I asked. Well, she stammered, you know. No I don't, I said, that is why I asked with a smirk on my face. Then perhaps said Virginia; I've called in error. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, and she hung up the phone. I disconnected as well and returned to my reading. Twenty minutes passed, and the phone rang. I want to have the machine fuck me again, was the opening statement. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I asked who was calling. You know perfectly well who this is was the reply so can I please visit, she asked. I generally don't like repeats, I said, as the thrill of the unknown is no longer a factor, but perhaps...my voice trailed off. Perhaps what, inquired Virginia, what is it she asked? Perhaps a friend, who wouldn't mind being added to my private collection, I said. There was stunned silence, then once more the phone went dead and I hung it up. Minutes later it rang again, but I didn't answer, allowing the answering machine to intercept the call. Okay, yes I'll do it; Virginia's voice began. Please can I come out tomorrow, she asked? I grabbed the phone, and said, the only way you can come out is by bringing a friend. Tomorrow's not enough time, she said. Not my problem, I replied. As soon as you're ready let me know, I said, then hung up the phone with the same rudeness as she displayed earlier. A week passed, then another and I hadn't heard from Virginia when the phone rang midway through the morning. Hello, this is Virginia, she began. Bet you thought you'd never hear from me again, she said, then continued, Cynthia and I would like to stop by. You going to tell me anything about Cynthia, I asked. Such as, she asked. Such as who she is, what does she looks like, what you've told her, what she expects, what her limits are, so on and so forth, I said. Then I added, you know, while this is certainly fun, it's also serious business, as I want my collection to be unique, special and interesting too. Virginia began by telling me that Cynthia was about her age, married and all the usual stuff. When I pushed her about the pictures, Virginia said that Cynthia felt that while she's never done anything like that, it would be a fun thing to do, especially at her age. Have you ever seen her, I asked Virginia? You mean....oh no she said, no never. Then, I said, you don't know about tattoos, piercing, birth scars, and so on. No, guess I don't she said. And are there any limits, I asked. Limits, said Virginia, I don't quite understand, what do you mean, limits? Well oral, anal, you know I said, what are no no's. Oh, I never asked said Virginia, but I would guess anything goes. You know, I said, I seem to remember you begging me not to fuck your ass when it came down to it, and then promising to introduce me to your friends as well. But, I continued, when push came to shove, you were offended when I told you of the conditions for coming back, and now you're casually telling me, oh anything goes with Cynthia. I then asked, and what does Cynthia expect or want out of all this? Think she's just interested in having the fun, said Virginia. Tell you what, I said, you and Cynthia come by, lets say 11 a.m. I said. Okay, we'll see you then said Virginia. The doorbell rang and I went to open it. Standing there was Virginia, dressed in a very classy looking skirt and blouse. Along side of her was Cynthia, whom she introduced me to, and I invited them both inside. The two together presented a stark contrast to one another. Virginia was tall with a slim figure. Cynthia was short, and while not slim, certainly not fat either, but because of her height she at first glance did fool you. As they entered the room, Cynthia said, so I understand that you like to photograph women. Yes, I said, I have that interest, now the question is, are you going to be one of those women? Well, she said, I'm here, aren't I? Yes, I said, please have a seat, offering them both a seat on the sofa and commenting the question is whether or not you'll remain or leave early. So where do you two know each other from, I asked. They looked at one another, and then Cynthia said, I guess the neighborhood. So, I said, you're out walking the dog and up walks Virginia here and says, hi, how would you like to pose naked for a stranger, and you said, sure, anytime, and now you're here. No, come on ladies, I don't buy it, but if that is what you want me to believe, so be it. Cynthia, I continued, have you ever done something like this before? I've had my picture taken, if that is what you're asking, she said. Really, I said, tell me more. My husband was messing around once and took a picture of me, which I though was horrible looking. So, I told him that if he wanted a picture of me, it should be a good one. He then had me pose for him and he carries that picture in his wallet, she said. That's interesting, I said, but I'm not your husband, and this will be a little different, I assure you. Now lets get started, shall we? Virginia, I said, how about you begin by getting a little more comfortable? Virginia stood and began undoing her blouse in front of Cynthia and myself. Have you ever seen Virginia naked, I asked Cynthia. No, she said, not taking her eyes off Virginia as she slipped out of her blouse in front of us. Then as Virginia undid her skirt and stepped out of the fallen fabric, I asked Cynthia what she thought. About what, she asked? For a start, I said, maybe about Virginia's choice of lingerie. Standing before us now in her deep purple bra and matching panties Virginia put her hands on her hips and struck a pose. Very attractive set, began Cynthia, I guess they come from VS's, or at least should have, she said. I chuckled, set...you mean her tits or the bra and panties. What do you think, asked Cynthia? I think her tits, I said, and also that you want Virginia to take off her bra so you can see her tits. With that, Virginia reached behind her and unfastened the bra letting it slip from her shoulders and off her body. So, like them, I asked Cynthia? Yes, Virginia has a very nice figure, she said. So you think she has nice tits, I pushed....as nice as yours. Yes, said Cynthia, she has nice boobs. Come here, I motioned to Virginia, who walked over closer to Cynthia and myself. I reached out and cupped one of Virginia's tits and said, here Cynthia. What....wha...what do you want me to do, she asked with a slight quiver in her voice. Take hold of the tit, I said, it won't bite you. Cynthia reached her hand out, then withdrew, saying, I can't, I ... I grabbed her wrist and forced her hand against Virginia's boob and started to massage it. Cynthia's eyes went wide, but she didn't run off screaming, so I eased my pressure on her wrist and she didn't back away. I moved my hand to the back of her head and pushed her face towards Virginia's other boob. Kiss it, I whispered loudly in her ear. Cynthia's lips touched Virginia's tit, but nothing more. Kiss and suck that nipple, I said, again guiding and holding her head. Cynthia's tongue darted out and flicked Virginia's nipple a few times, while she continued to squeeze and massage Virginia with her other hand. You like to use that tongue and mouth to suck cock, I asked Cynthia. Yes, she said, moving her mouth away from Virginia. Your tits bigger than Virginia's, I asked. Yes, she said, as I pushed her head against Virginia once again. It seemed that I didn't need to hold Cynthia's position any longer, so I slowly removed my hands and she continued to work on Virginia's tits. I then moved my hand and arm under and up Cynthia's skirt and moved my hand against her inner thighs to have her spread a little. Cupping her crotch I could feel the dampness of her panty, so I pushed against the fabric forcing it into her crack just a little. Your pussy's wet, I said, think Virginia's pussy is wet? I then once again took Cynthia by the wrist and pulled her hand down to Virginia's panty. Virginia spread her legs slightly and quietly moaned as we started to rub her pussy through her panties. Virginia, I said, I think Cynthia wants you to feel her tits. At that Virginia began to feel Cynthia tits and then started squeezing them and pinching the nipples through the dress and bra. Cynthia moaned a bit as I continued to guide her hand over Virginia's pussy and Virginia played with her tits. I moved Cynthia's hand from Virginias pussy to my cock and whispered, want my cock? Yes, she mumbled as Virginia pushed against her. I once again slid my hand up under her skirt and began to feel her ass and reached between her legs pushing my wrist against her crotch and started stroking her with my wrist and forearm. Cynthia moaned as I asked Virginia if she really had big tits. Oh yes, said Virginia. Cynthia, I said, take off Virginia's panties. Cynthia stepped back from Virginia for a second or two and then moved her hands to the waistband and began pulling the panty down finally exposing Virginia bald pussy. Your pussy shaved, I asked Cynthia. No, she said. Can I see your pussy, I asked as I pushed my fingers against her under her skirt. Oh please, Cynthia whispered, I'm so hot, please. Virginia, I said, Cynthia's hot, so lets get her out of her cloths shall we. Virginia began to undress Cynthia and I moved Cynthia's hand once again back to Virginia's pussy. Get your finger good and wet, I said to her as I guided her into Virginia's love hole. Virginia paused for a few seconds, then continued to undress Cynthia, finally pulling her bra down and exposing her tits. Virginia reached for Cynthia's nipples and grasping each proceeded to stretch and lift her tits by the nipple causing Cynthia to wince and moan at the same time. Yes, Virginia said, her tits are certainly bigger than mine, then let go causing them to back bounce back. With my hand out from under Cynthia's skirt, Virginia began undoing it and tugging it down over her hips, pulling her panties off at the same time. With the cloths piled on the floor around her, she continued with her finger in Virginia's pussy as I lifted one leg at a time to guide her out of the cloths. I then pulled her hand away from Virginia's pussy and motioned for Virginia to suck on Cynthia's tits, which she begins doing. Cynthia, now moans and lift her tits to Virginia's mouth. Stepping behind Cynthia, I part her cheeks and begin to rub her with my hand, using the other to unzip my fly and retrieve my swollen cock which I then begin to press against her. Virginia, I say, check to see if Cynthia is wet. Virginia's hand snakes down the front of Cynthia as I move my hand between her legs. Finally Virginia touches my fingers with hers as we both begin to probe Cynthia's pussy. Cynthia yells, fuck me, please fuck me as I bury my finger in her and Virginia follows suit also using her thumb to rub Cynthia's clit while Cynthia tried to grab Virginia's tits. Whispering in Cynthia's ear, I tell her that she needs to take Virginia's panties off. Cynthia immediately begins to reach for and tears at Virginia's panties working them over her hips and down her legs. As she's doing this, I move my middle finger to her rosebud and press. Cynthia didn't know how to react. First she pulled away, but then she pushed back and I spread her open a bit further and pushed my finger into her. She gasped and wiggled her ass trying to dislodge me, but it wasn't about to happen. I started to ream her asshole and pushed my finger further to the next digit. Your ass a virgin, I asked Cynthia. Yes, please please don't, you're hurting me, she said. Lick Virginia's pussy before I put in some more, I said, pushing my finger further into her. She screamed and grabbed Virginia forcing her down and burying her face into her pussy. Now with her ass raised, I continued to ream her stretching the hole further as she bobbed her head all over Virginia's pussy. You need to get Virginia very very wet, I said, pulling my finger from her asshole, so lick her good. I'll be back in a few minutes, I said and left the room. I returned with Virginia's favorite machine and began setting it up. Virginia could see what I was doing, but Cynthia didn't have a clue, as she was busy with Virginia's pussy. I took the dildo portion from the shaft and slipped it into Cynthia's cunt. For a few seconds she thought it was me, but then realized that it was something else. Now good and wet, I snapped it back onto the shaft and patted Cynthia's ass moving her out of the way. Lining up the dildo with Virginia slopping pussy, I slipped the dildo in and flipped the switch. Cynthia went wide eye and Virginia screamed in delight. I passed the control to Virginia and told her that the electric was paid till the end of the month. Unknown to Cynthia was the fact that everything up till now, and still was being recorded by the cameras throughout the room. I now grabbed my hand held digital and began taking photos of her. I had her looking at Virginia, with her head in Virginia's lap behind the jabbing machine, sucking her nipples, holding her legs apart and finally squatted over Virginia's face as she licked Cynthia's cunt. Finally I had her come over to me and start to lick and suck my cock till I exploded in her mouth. Her eyes once again went wide as she pulled back from me. What's wrong I asked, don't you like the taste of me? She started to speak, but the cum was running from her mouth, and my flash was going off in her eyes. Then without a word she ran for the bathroom. Following her, I pushed the door open finding her over the sink her hands and face soaked and dripping with water as the water continued to run. I snapped a few more photos's asking her what was wrong, as if I didn't know. Sorry, she said, I'm just not good at this. So you don't swallow, I said. Guess not, Cynthia replied then asked, must I? And if I say yes, then what, I asked? I don't know, replied Cynthia, then twisting her head to the loud scream of Virginia from the bedroom. Is that what you want, to be serviced by the machine, I asked. Noooo, replied Cynthia, not really. Well then what, I demanded. I don't know, she said, I just don't know. Any sexual spell was instantly broken, and it now immediately became a very detached situation between Cynthia and myself. Cynthia had also pissed me off by running out of the room. I could live with her saying that she didn't swallow, but to just bolt from the room...well it just didn't lend itself to the situation. I was now determined to push Cynthia to the limit and beyond, as she really didn't matter to me anymore because of her action. Well I'll tell you want I want, I said. I want you to get up on this vanity counter and spread your legs. I snapped a few of Cynthia on her tiptoes and wiggling onto the counter. Then with her legs open, I took any number of photo's of her with her pussy open, pulled wide, with my finger in her, and so on. I also captured in photos, her lifting her tits, pulling on her nipples and trying to suck them as well. Cynthia then suddenly asked if she could leave. Sure I said, and watched her slide off the vanity and walk past Virginia and her beloved machine into the great room. Without much talk Cynthia gathered her cloths and started to dress herself, never realizing that all was captured on video. Dressed she told me goodbye and started for the door. Wait a second I said, moving along side her. Now don't move, and I got down on the floor and pointed the digital camera up her skirt and clicked off a few photos. Then getting up, I reached for her tits and she stepped back. Hold on I said, I just want a final feel before you go, is that okay. No, no please don't, she said. Okay, I said, then asked, anything else. No, may I go now, asked Cynthia. Sure, I said, and opened the door for her to leave. As she scurried past me, I didn't attempt anything, but just closed the door and walked back to hear Virginia screaming her pleasure from the bedroom. I mixed myself a drink and sat down with my thoughts. I was really pissed at Cynthia and wanted to extract my pound of flesh. Sitting there I didn't hear Virginia enter the room till I looked up to see her standing before me. Everything okay, she asked. Yes, yes, I said, you? Wonderful, she smiled and got on her knees in front of where I was sitting. Reaching for my cock she said, you know the machine is wonderful, but there is still nothing like the real thing. She then lowered her mouth and engulfed my semi-swollen cock which started to then spring back to life. As Virginia's head bobbed up and down on my cock, I asked her if Cynthia was critical to her lifestyle. She shook her head no and continued to suck on me. Then lifting her head, she asked why I asked. No reason, I said, just that Cynthia wanted some private stuff, and well before proceeding I wanted to be certain that there was not going to be any conflict or anything. Not at all said Virginia. Like I told you, I knew or rather know her, but we're not day to day coffee and Danish friends. So, if I piss her off and she never ever speaks to you again, you don't have a problem, I said. No, none what so ever, but why would you want to do that, Virginia asked. I don't, just examining every possibility, I replied as Virginia returned to the task at hand. Shortly I could feel my balls like positioning themselves to deliver a fresh load of cum into Virginia's waiting mouth. And there it was, yet Virginia continued to suck me dry and then licked me clean smacking her lips in delight. I fingered her as she dressed and soon was once again alone with my thoughts about Cynthia. As I continued to sit there and think about things, I became more and more sure of the fact that Cynthia was indeed a sluts slut, but just needed to be brought out of her shell. Also, if I could accomplish it, well I'd have quite a memory in my film library. Several days later I was still in a quandary about Cynthia, but then it suddenly dawned on me and the pieces all came together. First I called my buddy in a town about 100 miles away and working with him, we began the process of setting things up. Next I went through the majority of photos and video's I took of Cynthia along with Cynthia and Virginia also and picked out some of the most vivid ones. After that it was all quite simple. I established a web address as part of one of my existing sites and posted the photo's there. After checking to see that all was working properly I placed a call to Cynthia. After a few rings she picked up and we chatted for a few minutes. I then asked her if she had a computer there in the house and she said she did. I stayed on the phone with her and helped her enter the URL address. There was silence and then the line went dead. I didn't call back, but waited till the next morning and then called back. When Cynthia heard my voice, she became quite upset and then asked me what I wanted. I told her that I wanted her to attend a charity auction with me in the neighboring town the following week. She asked for the time and I told her it would be in the evening, so she would be late getting back home, or if she could it might be better to spend the night and come back the next day. Cynthia said she would see what she could do and call me back. I gave her my number and waited for her call. Two days later the phone rang and Cynthia was on the phone. She had worked it out and would attend, but would I now remove the pictures from the internet. I told her they were already gone and invited her to check, which she did and then thanked me for removing them. I told her I'd pick her up after lunch at a local mall next Tuesday and we'd drive over. Tuesday arrived and I went to meet Cynthia. She was waiting for me outside on the curb. I drove up and she opened the door and got into the car. She said she hadn't been waiting long and we began our trip. On the way over, Cynthia asked me questions about the auction and I explained to her that it was for the national charity with 100% of the proceeds going there. She commented that she hoped she was dressed okay, and I assured her that she was just fine. She continued to make some small talk as the miles rolled by and we finally arrived at our destination. I parked the car and we entered the Star Theater. Once inside it was difficult to see, but my friend Rick met us and ushered us through a doorway which lead backstage. Before Cynthia could ask any questions or say anything the curtain parted and she, Rick and I were out on the stage where the crowd burst into applause. I whispered into Cynthia's ear, cooperate or else your husband, his employer, your kids, neighbors, parents and anyone else I can think of will get copies of an internet address. Her eyes went wide, but she didnt' say a word, as Rick began to speak. I want to introduce everyone to Cynthia. She's not from around here, but has agreed to participate in this charity fundraiser. Now so there is no questions, I want you all to know that 100% of the money raised will go to the named charity. The cost of the theater here will be paid for by a hat at the back of the room, so drop in a few buck to help defray the expenses. Now lets get started, shall we. First item up for bid will be Cynthia's jacket. Cynthia, show the folks your jacket, said Rick. Cynthia looked over at me, and I motioned for her to move around the stage. Thats it, said Rick, walk around some so everyone can get a good look at the item up for bid. Cynthia began to walk about and the bids started to roll in. $1, $3, $5, $10 and finally $12.50 was the winning bid. Cynthia realized what was happening and it was confirmed when Rick told her to take off the jacket. Next on the block, said Rick, is Cynthia's blouse so do I hear an opening bid of $25 for charity? $10, $12, $12.50, $17 and the bids continued getting stuck at the $22 mark. Come on said Rick, lets make it worth while. Cynthia is just a volunteer housewife, so how about it, do I hear $25? $25 someone shouted and Rick shouted back, sold. The blouse, said Rick to Cynthia, time to take it off. Cynthia looked in my direction and began to unbutton her blouse, and finally pulled it from her skirt then slipped it off and handed it to Rick. There you have it, said Rick. Cynthia next item up for bid will be her skirt, so if everyone can take their eyes off her bra for a minute, he continued as he motioned for Cynthia to walk about and model her skirt. Okay, what is the opening bid for the skirt, said Rick. $25 someone shouted. $25, do I hear $35, asked Rick. $30, do I hear $40? Silence. $30, going once, going twice...sold for $30. Cynthia, the skirt please, said Rick. Cynthia reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, then fumbled for a few seconds with the waist band button, until finally she hooked her fingers into the waist band and slid the skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it. There were some shout as Cynthia stood in her heels wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Quiet please said Rick....we need quiet so we can proceed. Things got quiet and Rick said, the next item up for bid is Cynthia's bra. $50 was shouted. $50, why $50 only covers the cost of the straps, said Rick. Cynthia, show these folks the bra, said Rick. Cynthia once again began to walk back and forth with the full impact of what was about to happen facing her now. Rick then calls her over to him. With Cynthia standing next to him, he has her turn sideways and then reminds everyone by saying, this is an important bid. I'd like for everyone to see here how important this bra is. Notice if you will the length of Cynthia's tits as it lifts and shapes them. With that Rick runs his hands under Cynthia right globe as she's turned sideways towards the bidders. He then stepped behind Cynthia and pulled the tag to where he could read it. Bidders he announced, the manufacturer advises that this bra is a 38D, so certainly it is worth far more than $50 for the amount of fabric alone, not to mention that this items is warmed by Cynthia's tits. Surely that is worth some extra dollars, for charity, said Rick. $75, $80, $90, $100, was the bid. $125 with a condition came a shout. What condition, asked Rick. That I remove it and am the first to see her tits, came the reply. Everyone hear that, the bid is now $125 with the condition that the winner removes the bra and gets 1st look at Cynthia's tits. Do I hear $150, shouted Rick. $150 echoed back. That's a $150 bid, said Rick, do I hear $200? $165 with an added condition was bid. What's the condition, asked Rick. Same as before, except I also get to play with her tits for 3 minutes, came the reply. The bids now $165 with the added condition, said Rick. Cynthia was standing transfixed on some distant thing trying not to hear what was happening as Rick said, SOLD for $175, now come up here and collect your property. An athletic man of about 40 came up to the stage and shook Ricks hand and briefly spoke to him, before going over to Cynthia. Rick said, Cynthia, please turn around. Cynthia turned her back and glanced over to me where I blew her a kiss and mouthed hubby. She glared at me as the winning bidder touched her back and pulled on the strap fastening the bra. He then proceeded to unhook the bra and stepped aside. You could see the two straps dangling beneath each shoulder strap as he moved around in front of Cynthia. He then said, Rick I'll have first look and then 3 minutes during which I'd like Cynthia to have her arms over her head. Do we have anything we can use to help her keep her arms up, he asked. Sure said Rick, nodding in my direction, where I unfastened a long rope and lowered a Singapore Sling. For those of you who don't know, the sling fastens to each arm and leg plus has a open mesh type seat and is suspended by a series of ropes and pulleys. Someone in the sling can now be easily moved and displayed in just about any position by just adjusting the ropes. Rick stepped to Cynthia and took her left hand and fastened her wrist, then the other. The seat and leg portion of the sling were rolled up and sort of acted as a head cushion. There, hows that, asked Rick of no one in particular. With her arms still at her side the winning bidder stepped to Cynthia and lifted each shoulder strap as he pulled them down her arms yet still having the cups hold her tits. As more of her tits became visible, he now pulled the bra away exposing the top of her nipples, then finally the rest of the way off as Cynthia tits came into view. Beautiful, he said, just lovely. The bra was hooked in the arm cuffs, and Rick quickly stepped forward and for a moment released each of Cynthia's arms and removed the tangled bra. The man then said, bend forward. Cynthia bent forward and her tits swung out beneath her, while the pulley was adjusted to hold her arms outstretched and level. Christ you have nice tits he said, as she lowered himself and he took hold of each. As he continued, he felt the fullness of each tits in his hand and began to tweak the nipples. He then said, okay, stand up and put your arms over your head. Cynthia really didn't have much of a choice in the matter as the wire was adjusted and she was standing up with arms now being pulled up over her head. The winner then continued to play with her tits, pulling on her nipples and then began to suck and nibble on them. Rick then called out, times up, and the man backed away pulling on each nipple and stretching Cynthia's tits to the very limit. Letting go of the nipples the blood rushed back as each bounced back against Cynthia's chest and she couldn't help but emit a loud moan. Cynthia with her back to everyone next heard Rick saying, okay now Cynthia's next contribution will be her panties. You'll need to look at this fine silk fabric and if you will please notice how perfectly it covers her ass. Cynthia, said Rick, shake your ass a little. Notice, he continued, how the panty molds and holds as Cynthia wiggles her ass. Cynthia, turn sideways, he said. Notice too that these are thigh high and how the fabric is cut to show all of Cynthia's leg, he continued. Now turn the rest of the way, said Rick, knowing full well that this would fully show her tits for the first time. Cynthia turned slowly as the sling system adjusted itself, yet held her arms extended over her head. Rick continued, now notice how the panty covers Cynthia's pussy, yet if you look carefully you can see the outline of her slit beneath the fabric. So do I hear an opening bid of $500 he asked. $100, $150, $200, $275 came the bids. Finally Rick shouted sold for $385, and the winner came forward to claim his prize. The man then told Cynthia to bend forward as he stepped behind her and slide her panties down over her ass. As she followed the instruction he soon saw the unveiling of her rosebud followed by the somewhat swollen lips of her pussy. With the fabric just below her butt he had her stand straight and moved to the front of her. Then on his knees, he reached for the waistband and slowly pulled the panty down till it was finally around her ankles and he was looking directly at her exposed slit. He then pulled on the fabric so she would step out of it and finally with one leg free, he pulled so as to have her spread her legs some allowing him a peek at her slightly open hole. With Cynthia now somewhat distracted by this, the balance of the sling was unrolled and the cuffs were fitted around her ankles, then the seat was adjusted. With all things in place Cynthia was suddenly lifted off the ground and left sitting in mid air, then returned to a standing position with just her shoes on. Rick moved next to Cynthia and holding his hands up to quiet the group said, okay talk with the little lady for a few minutes shall we? A hush fell over everyone and Rick continued. Cynthia, he began, I'd like to take a few minutes to visit as I'm sure that everyone would like to know more about you, will that be okay? Yes, said Cynthia. So, continued Rick, I won't ask your age, but it's safe to say that you're over 21 and... I'm 47, said Cynthia. And you're married, I presume. Yes, she replied. You have children? Yes, 2. And, Rick said, I understand that you let your husband take some photos of you for his wallet, is that correct? Yes, he has one, Cynthia replied. Cupping her tit now Rick asked, have you always had big tits, or are they just maturing? Trying to be pleasant and realizing her situation Cynthia said, no after the kids I just got bigger. Does your hubby like your big tits, continued Rick as he squeezed some and toyed with her nipple. Yes, replied a nervous Cynthia as she moaned some in response to Ricks continued play. Rick then pinched stretched her nipple holding it tight asking, so do you like to fuck? Y es, she replied with a nervous shake. You let your hubby fuck you, he continued? Yes, came the reply. Suck his cock, said Rick? Yes. You swallow his cum and lick him clean and suck him dry, he then asked. No, I don't like that, said Cynthia. Your nipple is real hard, think I should make the other one just as hard, asked Rick? Yes, please said Cynthia. Your pussy wet, he asked? Yes, replied Cynthia. Your hubby fuck your ass, asked Rick? Noooooo moaned Cynthia. You been titty fucked, asked Rick. I don't know, she replied. You don't know, he mocked her. So all you do is open your pussy to be fucked, he said and he stretched her nipple pulling her tit up before letting it spring back against her chest. Well everyone, there you have it. Our lovely Cynthia here has nice tits and a pussy that gets fucked, nothing more. So, lets continue, shall we said Rick. The next item up for bid will be 3 timed minutes with Cynthia's cunt, so here is what your bidding for, he said. The sling adjusted and Cynthia was suspended on her back and her legs pulled apart. Little wider said Rick, and her legs were pulled further apart. You've seen her tits, now check out her pussy, said Rick. What am I bid, he asked. $10 came a bid. What, reacted Rick, $10. Look at this fine pussy, he said as he pulled back on Cynthia labia. Pure pink, he said, now lets get real shall we? $50, $60 and so on till Rick called Sold for $87. The wining bidder came up and promptly buried his face in Cynthia pussy. It appeared that he didn't come up for air for the entire 3 minutes as he touched, licked and drove his tongue into Cynthia. Cynthia's reaction was multi-ogamasic along with her attempting to grab her tits and begging to be fucked with anything in her hole. Rick called time, and Cynthia wailed, no no please don't leave me like this. Please, please someone fuck me, oh please, she begged. Rick said, turn her please, and the pulleys were adjusted and Cynthia was suspended on her stomach. Rick walked to her and motioned for her to be raised up. Cynthia instead of being a few feet from the floor was raised till she was almost 5 feet over the floor, so it was very easy for Rick to grab her already tortured tit and pull on it some more. Now everyone, our next item for bid will be a 3 minute reaming of Cynthia's cute little Rosebud, so what am I bid for truly a piece of Cynthia's ass, asked Rick. The bidding started as Cynthia was once again repositioned with the sling to raise her ass and open her legs wide. Rick stepped to her and slipped his finger into her cunt for some moisture, then began to circle her tight rosebud with the tip, then pushing his finger against her. No no please don't screamed Cynthia. Anything, I'll do anything you want, just don't do that to me, she said. Rick push again putting some pressure on her, as she screamed, NO NO, Oh please don't, I beg you, please please as her voice trailed off. Then between sniffles and sobs Cynthia continued, please, please you'll hurt me.... Rick pushed harder and his finger entered Cynthia's asshole to the first digit. Cynthia screamed more with fright than with pain, and begged to have Rick remove his finger from her. Pleeeeease she cried, as Rick began reaming her ever so slightly. No no please, look at my pussy, it wants to be fucked, she said. Oh no, screamed Cynthia as Rick push a little deeper with his finger. Pleaseeeee stop she yelled, you're hurting me. If I stop, said Rick, what will you fuck? Anything, anything, replied Cynthia, please just take your finger out of me, she begged. Okay, said Rick, I'll stop, and he pulled his finger from her, then spread her ass cheeks further to show how she had been stretched by the reaming he gave her. Then calling out, Rick asked each of the winning bidders to come forward once again. Cynthia, still face down in the sling was turned so everyone could see as she was offered the first cock to suck. Once hard, the man stepped behind her and began fucking her pussy, as another stepped in front of her to receive his blowjob. When the first man finished emptying his cum into her, he rotated to the next position of being underneath her and began pulling on her nipples and tits while the 2nd man fill her pussy with his cock and the third stepped forward to be prepared by her all spewing their cum into her swollen pussy. Finally Cynthia exhausted with tender tits and cum draining from her sore pussy is turned onto her back in the sling and lowered to the floor where her arms and legs are restrained spread eagle. Without a word to anyone Rick sent a signal by hand and a large German Sherpard came running to him. Rick grasped the dogs collar and guided him towards Cynthia. Catching the closing smell of sex, the dog needed no more instruction, but stood between Cynthia's spread legs and began lapping her pussy with his tongue. Suddenly opening her eyes and seeing the dog while feeling his tongue lapping her pussy Cynthia screamed a piercing scream followed by demands that the dog be removed. All was in vain, as the dog drove his tongue into her hole and lapped up the cum dripping from it. Cynthia's excitement began to overcome her fear as the tongue started at her asshole and constantly licked to the very top of her slit. As she started to moan some as a result of this attention, her body began to betray her with the fresh lube in her pussy. The shepherd sensing this instinctively began to get a hard on and in short order was starting to mount Cynthia. Rick pulled on Cynthia's leg to allow the dogs cock to line up with her hole and then the dog lowered and drove himself into her cunt. Cynthia once more screamed as the dog began to fuck her and soon she could feel the swollen cock suddenly getting bigger inside her so as to retain its position and not slip out. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes seems like hours to Cynthia, but suddenly the dog was almost tearing at her pussy as he withdrew his dick from her hole. Cynthia was released from the restraints, and still in the sling was raised to a sitting position with her arms and legs spread. Rick then asked Cynthia if she was ready to give up her virgin ass, and before she could answer, he suggested that he also had a small donkey, which once again produced a shrill Nooooooooo from Cynthia. So a blow job where you swallow and lick me clean for a start and then your virgin ass will keep the donkey away from you, said Rick as he pulled on one of her nipples. Yes, yes anything said Cynthia and with that she was once again suspended face down in the sling and her legs spread. Rick stepped in front of her and moved his swollen cock around her face then to her lips which parted and he slipped his cock inside her mouth where she immediately began using her tongue and lips to satisfy him. Get ready, said Rick, now swallow it all else the donkey, as he started to empty his load into Cynthia's waiting mouth. Fearing failure and the threat of the donkey, Cynthia managed to swallow all and proceeded to lick Ricks cock and her lips to insure that not a drop was wasted and fell to the floor. With a look of satisfaction, yet still concerned, Cynthia could only but wait for the next move. Very good said Rick, now do you think you'll swallow without excuses from now on. Yes, replied Cynthia, please can I get down now. In a minute, said Rick. First though, he continued, there are a few folks out there who weren't lucky enough to win a bid, so if any of you are interested in some exploration of Cynthia, step up, he said. A few people made their way up and in short order began exploring Cynthia's pussy and mouth while in between giving her tits & nipples a bit of attention too. But all that ended when the next person in line was a woman. She then announced that she was willing to contribute one-thousand dollars for Cynthia eating her out while being fucked in the ass at the same time. Nooooooo, screamed Cynthia, I can't, I won't, don't make me. But the woman lifted her skirt and jammed herself against Cynthia's face yelling, lick me good bitch, then snapped her fingers and a large black man stepped forward and drove his giant cock into Cynthia cunt. Lubed now, he started to push himself against Cynthia's asshole as he stretched her cheeks further apart than thought possible. Cynthia tried to break free, but was held fast by the woman and driven into her by the slow pressure of the man knocking on her backdoor. As her muscle gave way to the pressure and opened, Cynthia screamed into the womans pussy when the cockhead slipped into her. As the unknown black man continued to push is way into her, the tears and screams continued though somewhat muffled by the womans pussy. As the black man got further and further into Cynthia's ass she began to relax some and shortly thereafter was pushing back onto the black cock and starting to fuck it with her ass, all the while continuing to lick and drive her tongue into the womans cunt which was being thrust into her face. You could see the black man begin to sweat and realized that he was slowing to take every ounce of pleasure before exploding inside Cynthia's ass. Then with a loud moan, he unloaded his cum into her and shortly withdrew his shrinking cock from her stretched hole. Rick stepped forward once again and called for the shepherd who bounded onto the stage and immediately began licking Cynthia's cracks as he moaned and from time to time jerked in a muscle reaction, before just passing out. After a few minutes, Cynthia came back around finding that she was no longer in the sling, but in fact, still on the stage and seated on a chair. With Rick at her side, I could hear him say to Cynthia that he was now going to bring the donkey out. Her eyes looked like they would come out from the sockets, and she started to shake her head and say, no no, please, I can't, she said. If you don't want the donkey, asked Rick, will you come back next month to help raise more money, he asked? I don't know, said Cynthia, but Rick stepped behind her and reach over her shoulders and grabbed her tits and firmly squeezed, saying get the donkey. NO, screamed Cynthia, I'll come back, I promise, just please as she broke down crying and sobbing. Okay, said Rick. He then announced that the auction was over and that Cynthia would be returning for next months and anyone who wanted to stop by and say good-bye to Cynthia was certainly welcome to do so. A number of people began to leave, and a seemingly equal number began to come up on the stage to Cynthia who was then trying to cover herself with her hands. One of the first to approach her put his leg between hers and said he wanted to see her cunt. Having no choice as he parted her legs he said, his wife didn't like him looking at her pussy, so he wanted to see hers. And so it went, guest after guest touching and looking up close and personal at everything Cynthia had to offer. I finally announced that I was leaving and Cynthia scrambled to gather what cloths she could and asked for a ride home. Why, she asked in the car, but I didn't answer, so we sat in stone silence as I drove back. About half way back, without a word, Cynthia reaches for my cock. Please, she began as she fumbled with my zipper. Haven't you had enough, I asked? No, she replied, I need your cock and cum in my mouth. Really, I said. You're the one who walked out on me, I reminded her, now you want me? Yes, please, she said as she continued to try and pull my zipper down. Stop it, I said in a stern voice and grabbed her hand from my crotch and moved it away. Please please I need it, I need it she was crying. You've sucked cock, eat pussy, been fucked any number of times, and even had a large black cock in your ass and you still want more, I asked? Yes, please, I need it, she repeated. You should have thought about that sooner, I said as we pulled up to where I had picked her up and stopped. Now go home and fuck your old man, and with that Cynthia got out of the car and left without saying a word. The next morning the phone rang waking me and Virginia was on the line. What on earth have you done, she asked without even a hello? I don't know what you're talking about, I said. I received a call from Cynthia, she began, and well, it, I've, I don't know, she said, it was unusual. And so, you want to know what I've done, I asked? Yes, said Virginia. Cynthia said you took her yesterday and she fucked men and women and even a dog and she still hadn't enough. She wanted to come to my house and would do anything I wanted. She even offered to fuck my son or daughter if I had one. Then she wanted me to bring her back to your house and put her on the machine. Wow, I said, seems like Cynthia's been set free, so are you having her over, I asked? No, I can't and frankly I'm afraid to after the way she was acting, replied Virginia. Why don't you tell her to go over to the university campus and find a frat house, I said. That should keep her busy, I said and then hung up.

This site contains fictional stories with explicit descriptions of sexual activities, and not suitable for minors or prudes. If you are under 18 year of age, do not enter this site as it is illegal for you to do so and you are not welcome here. Also if you are offended by sexually explicit stories, do not enter this site, as I do not wish to offend your sensibilities. Having said that, by entering this site you are representing that you are at least 18 years old and do so of your own free will and are not offended in any way by sexually explicit stories. The stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other entities is purely coincidental. ======================================================= Strange things were happening. It was the start of summer when I received a message from a European collector stating that I was referred to him by a collector on the other coast who suggested that perhaps I could help him. I wrote back stating that I had no idea what he was seeking, but in the interest of helping a fellow collector, if I could be of some service, I would be happy to consider helping. He replied to my message explaining that he was in touch with a nearby couple who had communicated with him, but he was unable to fly here, so perhaps I could step in for him. I replied by saying that I'd be happy to assist, if possible and asked for information and an email introduction to the folks. Dear Debbie and Chris, I am, with regret, unable to fly into the USA to meet with you, but do have a someone in your area who will be able to I'm sure accommodate you in lieu of myself. I am copying this gentleman so he will not be surprised to hear from you and also so you can get in touch with him directly. Really wish I could be there, but... Sincerely, Hans After I received the copy of the email I almost immediately received an email from Debbie introducing herself to me, and asking that I call her asap. I felt that this was moving too fast, so to slow it down some,I replied that I was unable to call immediately, but would do so within the next day or two. I then sat back and waited. Two days later I picked up the phone and dialed Debbie's number. A very very sweet voice answered the phone and when I asked for Debbie, Just a minute was the reply. I could hear some background noise, then the same voice said, this is Debbie. I introduced myself on the phone, and asked if it was perhaps a bad time for her, and if so, I could call back. No, no, she said, there was no problem talking right now, I just needed to turn down the TV, that was all. Well then, I said, I'm sort of at a loss here as all I have is some information from Hans and then the introduction via the email, your message and so, what can I do for you, I inquired? First of all, she said, please don't hang up, but it would be best if you spoke with my husband. Will that be okay, she asked? I suppose so, I said wondering just what the hell was going on here. Another few seconds and a heavy voice could be heard, then it came on the line saying, hello. Hello, I said. I'm somewhat confused about all this, and Debbie referred me to you. Is this a good time to talk? Yes, said the man. My name is Chris and I appreciate you calling. No problem, I said, but what can I do for you? In a nutshell, he said, I need you to totally have your way with my wife. He continued by saying, I have been unable to function for sometime now, and I am the only person Debbie has ever been with. Anyway, she doesn't want to cheat on me, but I also don't want her to be without because of me. In addition, her being without, well has impacted a few things, which we can discuss later. Does this all make any sense, he asked? I suppose so, I said, and the need to talk late, I presume is confidential just between you and me, is that correct? Yes, he replied. Well, it's just a little unusual, for me anyway, to have someone such as yourself involved me like this, I continued. Also, why not, well just hit a bar or club someplace and find somebody, I asked? Chris continued, as part of the agreement between Debbie and myself, I'm going to be there and we want you to also film everything so the stranger thing, like the club just isn't going to work. I'm listening, I said. That's about it, he said. Any questions, he then asked? Several to many, I replied. Such as, he asked? Debbie know about this, I asked? Yes, he said, and no problems. Payment, I asked. Well, he said, Debbie for as long as you want her, copy of the film and that's about all I can think of he said for now. So there is more, I asked? Yes, later, he said. About 2 tomorrow afternoon, I suggested. Yes he said, adding, actually they are also my mine as well. Any problems, I asked. No, he said. What about Debbie, I asked. She, he began and I finished, she's unaware of the special whatever isn't she. Yes, he said, that is correct. But you are aware of these things, and you've no problem with them. Yes, he replied, I understand and there is no problem. See you tomorrow at 2, and hung up the phone. The following afternoon, I located Chris and after introductions we sat at a corner table and talked. Seems that he has a medical problem, and Debbie has been without for about 5 years. At an office party, a man named Jack who didnt know him pointed out Debbie and commented that she was a bitch in need of a good fucking. Then later I was having a drink by the bar when a woman who works for Debbie approached me and asked if we ever partied. I wasnt sure what she meant, but she said she thought Debbie was attractive and perhaps we would sometimes consider some adult partying. Now, Chris continued, I havent said anything to Debbie about any of this, but shes finally agreed to being with another man in the attempt to seeing if I can be stimulated. Whether or not I can, remains to be seen, but regardless, I want my wife to be turned into a whore or slut or whatever you want to call it. I want to go to a party and know that if the opportunity happens, she will perform. And, just how are you planning for this to occur, I asked. Blackmail, said Chris, invented false, fictious blackmail, he smiled. An I guess that is where I come in, I asked? Yes, he said. And what do I get out of it, I asked? You get to have your way with my wife, he said, then added, you also get to film everything and get a copy for yourself. And Hans? He get a copy of the film also. Anything else, I asked? Ive already spoken to the woman I told you about, Sally, and shes intereted in helping and also the guy, Jack said hed probably lose his job over this, but it would be worth it. By helping, I said, you mean. I mean, Christ cut in, that both of them are willing and wanting to fuck the old lady. Fair enough, I said. And whats to prevent her from screaming and walking out the door, I asked. Debbie is very dollar aware, so were putting up $5,000 as default money to you and Hans if she refuses. Looks like youve thought of everything I said. Let me go through things and be in touch. We shook hands and went our own way. A few days later I called and after some small talk with Chris said, you understand that if we go forward and...... But Chris cut me off and said, no there won't be any problems. Okay, I said, because understand if there is a problem, well, Hans & I will require financial compensation. I understand fully, he said. Very good then, I said, tell me about your wife. I think you'd better speak with her, he said, then obviously passed the phone to Debbie. Hello, she said into the phone. Hello, I said and continued, well it seems that we're all going to get together. Yes, she said, so it seems. You okay with this, I asked. Yes, a little nervous, but so long as Chris approves, and is there, I'll be okay, she replied. And according to Hans, you are a manager or, hmmm I'm not quite sure, I said. I'm an office manger, she said, and have worked at my company for the last 14 years. No affairs, I said. No, none, she said. And Chris is the only man you've ever been with, I said. Yes, that's correct, she replied then added, I was a virgin when we married. There could possibly be some major differences between Chris and myself, I said. Debbie giggled, and said, probably. Besides that, I said, I'm talking about performance, technique, activity and things like that. Oh, said Debbie, I hadn't though much about that. Well to be silly I said, I might want you to stand on your head, and maybe Chris has never ever though about asking you to do such a thing. I understand, she said. So, you okay with possibly new things, I asked? Yes, she replied adding, just please no rough stuff or marks. Very good then, I said, I'll be in touch and hung up the phone. This was going to be interesting as well as a fun experience. I emailed Hans, advised him of my phone call and asked him for some specifications if he had anything special in mind. I also mentioned the "special request" to him and expressed some concern about being able to complete it. He wrote back explaining that he knew about this earlier from Chris and gave me the name and phone numbers of both Sally and Jack advising that he had already spoken to them. After some further email exchanges with Hans, I was contacting Jack and Sally. After a brief introduction and review of situation, I completed all the details and we were ready to go beginning the following Friday at about 2PM. I next contacted Chris and Debbie and advised them that the coming Friday was the scheduled day for us to get together. Debbie wrote back that she had a meeting at work, but would reschedule and take the day off of work. Chris, replied saying that he was looking forward to the day. With everything in place, I next wrote to Debbie and gave her a suggestion as to what to wear. Now with everything lined up, I began to gather my equipment and myself for Friday, which then seemed so far away. The time dragged ever so slowly, and I realized that I didn't have any inkling of what Debbie looked like. What would happen, if...I though, then put the thought out of my head. Then it was Thursday night and when I logged on to my computer there was some email waiting for me, 2 messages in fact. The first was from Hans saying he wishes he was there instead of me, and telling me to have fun and just follow the outline. The second was from Chris saying that he was okay with everything, so I wasn't to worry, and also that he was more than looking forward to tomorrow. Friday morning I left my garage with everything packed into the van and drove to the hotel. After checking in and seeing the suite I began to move things from the car through the indoor garage and up to the suite. Once I had the car empty of equipment it didn't take long for me to set things up and await everyones arrival. Jack arrived first and after a brief introduction, I hid him behind a sofa pushed close to the wall. Next came Sally. She was cute, bubbly in her mid 40s and excited to be there. I showed her where Jack was hiding and offered her a seat on the sofa. You going to have any problems with this, I asked her. No, none she said, why do you ask? Just wanting to make sure, I said and move my hand over her tit. Sally smiled at me and asked if I liked that. Yes, I said, then asked about Debbie. Oh, youll like her said Sally, then asked, wont he Jack? I glanced at my watch, almost noon. A few minutes after the noon hour Chris called from the lobby to get the room number which I gave him. I waited to see who would walk through the door and wondered. Trophy wife, old wrinkled woman, a 300 pounder, what? The door opened and in walked Debbie. Short white hair, about 5'7", and not a size 2, but certainly not a BBW, just what I'd call a very nice looking mature woman. She probably wore I'd guess a size 8 or 10 dress. Hello she said, extending her hand to me as I looked at what I could see of her figure beneath the cloths. Hello, I said, you look quite nice this afternoon. Thank you, she said, I hope that this is all correct, sort of spreading her arms so I could see her attire. Yes, you look just fine, I said. Nervous, I asked? Yes very, she said, and turning towards Chris, he also said, yes as he shook my hand as I then directed him towards a seat in the corner. I then reached and flipped the switch on the small console I had set up, whereupon the red lights came on indicating it was recording. A quick glance at the various cameras around the room also showed their flashing lights as well. So, for the record Debbie, I said, why don't you explain why we're here. Guess it's a long story, but I'll try to shorten it, she began. We, Chris my husband and I, had purchased some porn video's which were made by Hans and we enjoyed watching them, she said. Why did you purchase them, I asked? Chris, my husband, has a problem, so we thought we'd try to see if watching the porn films helped him. And did it, I asked? No, she said, but then we were talking and Chris said, maybe it was the women he was watching instead of me. And that lead to....I said. That lead to us talking for some time, and finally our contacting Hans about making a private porn film with me in it, said Debbie. And you're both okay with this, I asked. Yes, said Chris from his seat. Yes, I suppose so, said Debbie, though I must admit I'm very nervous. Anyway, she continued, as you know, Hans couldn't do this because of our distance, so he referred us to you. And here we are, I said. Chris, I asked, you've thought about seeing your wife with others, I asked? Yes, and I know I'll be excited by it, he said. Excited, physically or mentally. Well mentally for sure, he said, already am, and hopefully physically as well. Any basis for this, I asked? Yes, I guess so said Chris. Debbie was a virgin when we married, and I've always fantasized about a naive woman in a compromising situation, so perhaps seeing her with someone else, especially when it is for the first time and having it recorded will be my a fantasy I can live out over and over. Also, I love Debbie and that should add to my emotions and physical state, I hope, plus aside from that, he continued, I want her to experience these many things I've thought about with her, but have been unable to do. So for the record, and to be certain that there is no misunderstanding, I began, in addition to what you just said, you both do realize that there is a default penalty of $5000.00 involved here, do you not? Yes, from the back corner said Chris, we're aware of it. So, from this time forward, if either of you choose to stop doing this, then you welcome to leave, but minus the $5000 cash, which I assume you've brought with you, and minus any video or pictures taken to the moment you walk out that door, I said. Yes, said Chris, we understand. Debbie, I asked, what about you? Yes, I understand, she replied. Also, Chris, you realize that you're sort of giving Debbie up while we're here. I mean if this takes an hour, or 16 hours this is up to me. Yes, I understand, said Chris. Debbie, I asked? Yes, she said, I understand. And neither of you have a problem with this, I said. No problem said Chris. Okay, said Debbie. Now, for the record, may I see and record the presence of the default cash. Chris got up and came forward and counted out 50 one-hundred dollar bills and he was video taped doing this. Very good, I said, and also for the record, so there is no misunderstanding, should we complete the agenda you will receive 2 copies of the video, I will retain the master, and Hans will receive 1 copy as a referral fee. As both Hans and myself are collectors of this sort of material, we both agree to protect and hold private our copies for 7 years, after which time we can do with them as we please. Do we all agree, I asked. Yes was the reply from both Debbie and Chris. Very well, I said, Chris put the cash in this envelope, seal it, sign the seal and lets put it under the vase over by the wall. You'll either leave with the envelope and copies of the activities or you'll just leave minus the envelope, fair enough? Yes, that will be fine. After the envelope was sealed and put under the vase, I motioned Chris to his seat behind where I had most everything set up. The chair was in the corner, but provided an unobstructed view of the room from alongside the lights and cameras. As he was returning to the back I said to Debbie who was seated on another sofa, you realize that Chris has gone through most everything with first Hans and myself and that you are becoming a part of his fantasy and you've no problem with this. Yes, I understand, she said, and I've no problem. Just hope I won't disappoint anyone. No, you'll be fine I said, and now for the record, here is a copy of the local newspaper. Will you please read the date on it, and then hold it up for Chris to read the headline. Debbie looked at the front page and read the date, then held the paper in front of her and Chris read the banner headline. I was watching the camera meter to see that the sound was heard and recorded. Okay, now fold the paper, please. I'm going to keep the paper visible throughout so as to insure that no one claims something happened later on and tries to put off the 7 year agreement. You both understand this, I asked. Yes, both replied. At that point, the business was concluded and the work began. I turned to Debbie. Mrs. Wilson, I began, you understand that you're now becoming my sex slave, I said. Yes, she said. Ever been a sex slave, I asked. No, I don't think so, she said, adding please call me Debbie. Are you ashamed of your married name, I asked? No, its just that, well I thought, she started to reply before I cut her off. How old are you, I asked. I'm 54 she said. And, I continued, I understand that you married as a virgin and have never been with anyone other than Chris, is that correct? Yes, all true she said. And the last time you had sex, I asked? About 4 years ago, she answered. You masturbate, I asked. Yes, she meekly replied. Hopefully we'll remedy things, I said, so lets get started as we've a long day and a lot to accomplish. 54 huh, you certainly don't look 54, I said. Thank you, said Debbie. You're really a MILF, I said. What's that, she asked. Mother I'd Like to Fuck, I answered. Debbie blushed a little and didn't reply. Continuing, I said, looks like you've got nice tits and a nice ass and I'll bet your pussy is equally as delightful. Debbie sort of smiled and said thank you. Really, I continued, hasn't anyone told you that you've got some nice tits or patted you on the ass, I asked. No, I guess not, said Debbie. Well, they certainly look nice from here, I said. So you watched some porn, I continued. Yes, said Debbie. What kind did you like, I asked. I don't know what you mean by kind, said Debbie. You know, I said. Boy, girl, 2 guys and a girl, 2 girls, animals. Animals, questioned Debbie. Yea, like maybe a girl and her dog, or something like that, I said. Oh no, I don't believe that, said Debbie, least ways I've never seen something like that she said. Well, maybe we can do something about that, I said then continued as a shocked look came over Debbies face, so, what did you like, I asked? You know, the usual, she said. Usual, you mean like a guy and a girl, I said. Yes, she said. Any of the films show 2 girls together, I asked? Yes, said Debbie. Did you like those also? I really don't know, replied Debbie. Did you think the women attractive, I asked? You mean together or just nice looking. Nice looking, I said. Yes, some of them were very nice looking; had good figures, she said. What about your figure, I asked? Mine, she asked? Oh no, I'm certainly no where near as attractive as those girls were, she said. Self-esteem problem, I asked. No, certainly not, she said, but lets be honest, they were probably in their 20's and I'm getting to be an old lady. And, I said, you're an officer manager with a large company, isn't that correct? Yes, that's correct, said Debbie. You telling me that at work, if you raised your skirt some, or undid a button or two on your blouse, nobody would pay any attention. I don't know, she said, I've never done anything like that, but even if I did, I doubt anyone would. Well I think it's about time you did, I said, so unbutton your blouse and let me take a peek. Debbie looked at me for a moment or two, then undid 2 of her buttons and pulled the blouse apart. You know, I really can't see all that much, so why don't you bend forward so I can see more, I said. Again, she looked at me, then leaned forward so I could see down her blouse and into her bra. Now that's a nice view, I said. You've got lovely tits. You ever dance around or do some sort of a strip tease for your husband, I asked as she straightened up. No, no not really, was the reply. Really, I said, so you just hide in the closet and get undressed then crawl under the cover and hide after the light is out. No, was the laughing reply from Debbie. So what is it that you do do, I asked. I guess I just go to my bedroom and change out of my cloths, take a shower, put on my nightgown and go to bed, said Debbie. Lot different than what you saw in the porn films, I said receiving no comment from Debbie. Ever been to a topless beach, I asked. No, I haven't she said. Then I guess a nude beach would also be a no, I said. So, Mrs. Wilson, tell me how you feel about being here. Please, call me Debbie, she said again, adding, I'm I guess a little nervous. You nervous about me, I asked, or nervous about your husband watching you. A little of both was the reply. In that case, I said, while you're sitting there pull up your skirt so I can see your legs and maybe your panties. Debbie shifted about in the chair for a bit as she pulled her skirt about three-fourths of the way up her thighs. This okay, she asked not looking up at me. Open your legs so I can see your panties, I said. Debbie slowly opened her legs as the skirt move up a little further exposing her panties. Nice panties I said, then asked, you shaved like I asked you to? Yes, she whispered her reply. Mrs. Wilson, I said, can't hear you. Yes, I shaved, she said. Chris ever see you shaved, I asked. No, I don't think so. You like oral sex, I quickly asked. You mean, she asked. Yes, you like it when your pussy is licked and kissed and do you also like to do the same and suck a man's cock? Sometimes was her reply. So then tell me Mrs. Wilson, I continued, just how long has it been since you sucked a man's cock or had your pussy eaten. There was stunned silence from Debbie who just sat there and looked at me saying not a word. Would you like to leave, I asked? No, she answered back. Then lift your legs to the cushion for me and move your panties out of the way, so I can see your pretty pussy. Debbie just sat there, not moving but staring at me. Come on Mrs. Wilson, show me your fuck hole, I commanded. Debbie at first slowly lifted her legs, then hooked the heels of her shoes at the edge of the cushion. This caused her butt to slide forward in the seat raising the skirt still further. She then spread her legs and using the fingers of her right hand grasped the edge of her panties and slowly pulled it aside partly exposing her pussy. Why Mrs. Wilson, I said, that is such a pretty pussy as I moved my hand to cover her mound and started to slip the middle finger into her hole. You're getting wet, I said, you like being finger fucked, I asked. She didn't answer, but looked at me as a blush crept over her face and she wiggled slightly to accommodate my finger invasion into her now fully visible love hole. Debbie was so horny that it wasn't long before she was attempting to hump my finger, moaning and even trying to push my hand deeper into her. I suddenly removed my hand, taking her pleasure away from her and surprising her once again, and causing her to moan her disappointment. Please dont stop, she whispered in a somewhat husky voice. We'll fill your hole in a little while, I said, but first you need to give me a blow job. Debbie looked at me, reached for my pants and began to unfasten my belt and waistband. In less than a minute she had fished out my cock and was holding it in her hand. Go ahead, make me cum, I said. Debbie looked up at me, then proceeded to work her hands, tongue and mouth on my cock as I sat and enjoyed the attention. In a little while I once again instructed her to make me cum. Debbie began with yet more vigor to work my cock and finally I held her head and pumped my load into her mouth and throat. She gagged once, but then took control of herself and swallowed licking her lips to catch any small amount of cum that escaped her mouth. This is all good and well, I said to Debbie, but remember we've a movie to make, so lets get started shall we? Okay, Debbie responded slowly, what do you want me to do? First of all go into the bathroom and freshen up and I'll get things set up here. When you hear a knocking, you'll come out of the bathroom over there, pretending you're entering the room from the outside. Okay, I can do that, said Debbie. I know you can, I said. Remember, I said, your no longer the office manager or the boss, you're just Debbie Wilson and Chris Wilson over there wants to walk out of here with his cash and lots of video's of you. I understand, said Debbie. And one more thing, I said, if you're surprised by anything, don't be, just have fun and you'll put on a good show. And remember, I said, if you stop, you lose a good sum of money. I know, she said, then raising her voice said, Chris, I love you. After Debbie went to the bathroom, I quickly waved the surprise guests who then moved to the back of the room behind the lights and for the most part out of sight. Hans had done his homework when first contacted and with Chris approving arranged for these two people to participate. I heard the toilet flush and waited a minute, then knocked and Debbie opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, pretending on coming into the suite from outside. Welcome, I said, it is good to see you. Thank you, said Debbie, as she began to 'play along' yet a little blinded by my intentionally repositioning a few lights before she came back into the room. You're here for the interview. Yes, that's correct she replied. And your name is Mrs Debbie Wilson, I said. Yes, but please call me Debbie, she said. You are still married, are you not, I asked? Yes, I am. Does your husband know about this interview, I asked? Yes he does, she said. Very well, I said, you know that it is mostly visual in these projects, so lets find out a little about what we're going to be seeing. Okay, said Debbie. How tall are you, I asked? I'm 5'6" in my bare feet. What size dress do you wear? Size 6 or 8 but, depends on the designer And your bra size, I asked? I'm a 36D Panties? Size 5 or medium Shoe size? 7 1/2 Any tattoos or piercing, I asked. No, just my ears, she said. Shaved? Yes, she whispered then louder said, Yes, I'm shaved. Nipples sensitive? Yes, very. Like to be touched? You mean, she began, then said......yes. Like oral? Yes. Are you going to be shy, I asked. I hope not, said Debbie. And, you're going to do everything you're told to do, aren't you? Yes, said Debbie. How do you feel about someone other than your husband seeing and touching you, I began. Im very nervous, said Debbie. I hope I dont disappoint you. Lets begin with having a look at your lingerie, I said. You mean, she began, then let her voice trail off. Yes, take off your street cloths, I said. Debbie paused for a very long second or two, then reached for her skirt and began to unzip it. It wasnt too long after that that she slid the skirt down her legs and stepped out of it. Turn around so I can see your legs, I said. Debbie, her blouse covering her panties turned slowly. Youve got nice legs, I said. Thank you, she replied. Now take off the blouse, I said. Debbie tried to glanced towards the corner where Chris was seated, then reached for the top button of the blouse and unfastened it. Soon the blouse was unbuttoned and she slipped it from her shoulders and set it aside. Now standing before me in her bra and panties a little blush came over her. Youve a nice figure, I said and I like your taste in lingerie as well. Turn around I said. Debbie turned her back to me and I looked at the 3 hooks on her bra and also how the panty covered her ass. Pull your panty down, I want to see your ass, I said. Debbie reached for the waistband and slowly slipped the panty down over the cheeks of her ass. Nice, I said, as I motioned for Jack to step forward. Stepping forward was a young man named Jack. He began to rub her ass as I continued to talk to Debbie. Do you like that, I asked? Yes, she horsely said as Jack began to probe her ass and began to tease the lips of her pussy. Would you like your tits played with, I asked from behind her? Yes, that would be nice, she said. Jack moved his hands around the front of her and began rubbing her stomach then moved upward to feel her encased tits. Want to take off the bra, I asked? Debbie reached back and unfastened the bra and pulled it away, as Jacks hands began roaming freely over her tits and pinching her nipples. You have nice tits, I said. Anyone else in your office have nice tits, I asked? Debbie was surprised by the question, then said I dont know. Well, I asked, whos tits would you like to play with? I dont know, I really dont want, she started to say. Oh, come on Mrs. Wilson, I said, there must be one of the ladies in the office with a nice pair and arent you just a little curious about them. You know to maybe feel them like yours are being felt, or would you just rather kiss and suck on the nipples? Jack moved his hand between her legs and nodded to me. Hmmmm, youre nice and wet, I said. So whos tits were you thinking about, I pushed the question? I, I wasnt, replied Debbie and Jacks finger apparently slipped into her pussy. Well, if you were, I asked, who in the office has the nicest tits? Alice, Virginia, Sally, Cindy? I dont know, said Debbie. Well whos the biggest, I asked? I guess, Paula, she said. You like to play with them, I asked again, and signaling to Jack at the same time. Jack moved a finger and started to push on Debbies rosebud. Oh, no...please, she said, trying to move away. You didnt answer me, I said. No no, I dont want to play with...Ohhhhh nooooooo she almost screamed. You like that, I asked? No, please dont do that, begged Debbie. I motioned to Jack and he eased up and Debbie relaxed some. Continuing I said, well Mrs. Wilson, if you dont want to play with Paulas tits, how would you feel if one of the girls wanted to play with yours? I dont know, she replied. Well, would you object or encourage it, I asked? I dont know, said Debbie, why? Well, when I was planning this and checking things out, one of the girls asked . . . My voice trailed off and I nodded towards Jack. He immediately stepped back from Debbie as I grabbed and cuffed each of her wrists. Come with me, I said, moving her into the doorway. Once there I raised first one arm then the next and hooked each above her head on the door frame. With her arms stretched, and Jack back behind the lights, I was free to enjoy Debbies tits, which I played with for a few minutes. I then cuffed each ankle and attached those cuffs to the door frame as well. I then returned to sucking on a nipple and pushing my hand down the front of her panties, I worked my finger into her pussy and rubbing her clit. As Debbie began to once again start to enjoy the attention, I said, Mrs. Wilson, Ive a surprise for you. Surprise, she asked? Yes, a couple of your coworkers, I said. A look of fear crossed Debbies face as she tried to look around, then called Chris. Oh dont worry, I said, Chris is aware of this and has no objections, do you Chris, I called out. No, Im okay came the reply from Chris. Well then I said, lets continue and I waved my hand and a Sally stepped in front of the lights. Hello Mrs. Wilson. Sally, Debbie asked? Yes, she replied, and you know, you are very attractive, just as I guessed you were. Debbie suddenly realized that she was naked and tied up standing before Sally. Let me go, she said. Oh no, said Sally as she stepped to Debbie and covered her tits with her hands. Oh, your just as I imagined, she whispered, then she began to lick and suck Debbies nipples. Sally, Debbie began, but she was cut off as Sally reached and moved her hand to cover Debbies mound. Oh yes, she said, I havent been here in a long time. My husband just doesnt understand, she continued. Mrs. Wilson, said Sally, youre making my dreams come true, then she proceeded to withdraw her hand and from the outside push the panty aside exposing Debbies pussy. Oh, thats so nice said Sally as she spread Debbies pussy open with her fingers and slipped them into the open slit. I let Sally enjoy herself for a few minutes, then pulled her away from Debbie leaving Debbie once again unsatisfied. Debbie, did you enjoy that, I asked. No, Yes, she said adding, Sally I didnt know, I havent ever. So, I asked, you think at work now, you can call Sally into your office and perhaps let her help you to enjoy the day some? I dont know, said Debbie. Well, would you eat her, I asked? I dont know, said Debbie once more. Want to see Sally naked, I asked? No, yes, I suppose so said Debbie. When I free you, will you undress her, I asked? I, Debbie began, but hesitated, then realized about the default, so asked, am I being told to do this? Yes, I said. Okay then, Ill do it, she said while I was standing next to Sally and feeling her tits. I freed Debbie and stepped back as Debbie moved to Sally. I didnt know, she said, then pulled Sallys top up and over her head revealing a push up red bra. Do you like my breasts, asked Sally? Youve always been very pretty, said Debbie. Thank you, said Sally, Ive always admired and fantasized about what youd be like. I told my husband once, but he said I was being silly and to forget about it, but I couldnt, just couldnt. Debbie had finished unfastening the waist band and was lowering Sallys skirt to reveal the matching red panties she was wearing. Do I excite you, asked Sally, do you like what you see? Debbie straightened up, but didnt say anything as she glanced at Sallys boobs laying atop the pushup bra. Take off my bra, said Sally. Debbie moved her hands between the cups, but there wasnt a clasp. In the back, whispered Sally. Debbie stepped behind her and slipped her hands beneath the strap pulling it together to unfasten the hooks. Push against me, said Sally, I want to feel your tits against me. Debbie followed the instruction and Sally reached behind her trying to once again feel Debbies pussy. Come take off my bra, said Sally. Debbie stepped to the front and Sally wiggled her shoulders causing the straps to fall and immediately exposing her tits. Now you play with me, said Sally reaching to cover Debbies mound with her hand saying, we need to get rid of those panties. Debbie reached and covered Sallys tits with her hands and began to fondle each as she became more accustomed to what she was doing. Oh, that feels so good, said Sally, please dont stop. I let the girls play a little longer then moved to them and turned them around so that Debbies back was to the cameras. I then spread her legs and began playing with ass and pussy while she continued to fondle Sally. I stopped for a moment and motioned for Jack to come forward once again. As Jack took up my position and smiled at Sally, Debbie wasnt aware of the switch. So, asked Sally, did you ever think about any of the guys in the office? No, replied Debbie. I think Jack is kind of cute, said Sally. Yes, he is, said Debbie. So, what do you think, asked Sally? About what? About fucking Jack, said Sally. Oh, I couldnt said Debbie as she jumped a little as Jack slipped his cock into her. Id let him fuck me if he wanted to said Sally. Then without any hestitation, Sally asked, Jack would you like to fuck me when youre done fucking Debbie? How about a blow job, while Debbie checks our your pussy for me, he replied.. Debbie suddenly realized what was going on, and screamed Noooooo as she tried to pull away from Jack. Twisting around she saw Jack. Hi Mrs. Wilson, said Jack, as he drove deeper into her. Chris, Debbie cried out...OMG, what are you doing to me, she asked no one in particular. No no no, she cried and the tears began to stream from her eyes. Chris, please, she begged as Jack continued to pound her, then began to shake some as he emptied his balls into her. OMG cried Debbie who fell to the floor. Sally moved to her side and began to stroke her hair and kiss her face as she tried to comfort and calm her. Shortly Debbie regained her composure and focused to see Sallys nipple inches from her face. Please said Sally, as she lifted her tit and pushed towards Debbies mouth. Oh yes, whispered Sally as Debbie began sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Yes, thats good said Sally, adding, I want you to lick my pussy too. Will you do that for me, she asked? Here this will be easier said Sally, who lowered herself to the floor and guided Debbie down towards her as she opened her legs. Debbie now on her hands and knees had Jack push her legs apart and he once again slipped into her. Please said Sally as she pushed Debbies head down towards her pussy. I, I cant she said, starting to shake as Jack began pounding her a bit harder causing her hanging tits to sway with the motion. If you arent going to go down on Sally, I said, then you can go down on me, I said stepping in front of Debbie. Seeing me there with my cock hanging in front of her face, she suddenly realized that someone was buried in her pussy. Were liberating you said Sally. Just then Jack emptied his balls into Debbies pussy and pulled away from her. Lick me clean he said as he moved to in front of Debbie and pushed his semi-swollen cock in her direction. Its and order, I whispered. With a freightened look, Debbie reached for Jacks cock and began to lick it clean. You know Mrs. Wilson, began Sally, youre always above everyone in the office, so when I bumped into Chris one day, we got to talking about you because I was almost in tears. Anyway, he calmed me down and over time he helped me to come to realize that you were a little uptight over sex. One day I jokingly told him that if I could help to give me a call. I guess you and he talked because one day he called me and that got me involved and in turn involved Jack. So now, if your finished with Jacks cock, weve some more fun and games planned for you, said Sally. Then stepping closer to her, I said, get on your knees or have a seat, whichever you like. Debbie sat down on the edge of chair and I moved yet closer to her. Now, to get started, I want you to give me a blow job, and afterwards we'll have a good look at what you've got to offer in return, I said. Debbie sat there not doing a thing. You going to take my cock out, or do I need to do it for you, I asked? Slowly, she reached up and rubbed my once again swollen cock though my pants, then undid the belt buckle and loosened my pants. As she pulled down my boxers, my cock sprang out and hit her chin. Oh, I said, you better kiss it and make it all better. Debbie did just that, and continued to lick the shaft, head and finally started to bob her head up and down on the shaft while she worked my balls with her hands. Like sucking my cock, I asked? Debbie shook her head yes. Going to swallow, I asked? Debbie shook her head no. I reached down and began squeezing her tit, and said, I want you to. As I held her head in place, I began to pump my cum into her mouth and it having no place to go, she began to swallow, though with some slight gagging. Good girl I said adding, now I think you should be introduced to your costars and waved my hand asking for her costars to join in. Debbie froze when she hear a very familiar voice say, hello Mrs. Wilson and Jim stepped into view followed seconds later by Sally also saying hello Mrs. Wilson. Jim and Sally were Chris and Debbie's neighbors across the street. They had bought many different porn films from Hans and when he saw the street numbers it wasn't too hard to tie the people together. An inquiry from Hans as to whether they wanted to get involved with someone for fun and games brought a quick yes. I then followed up with them and after Chris approved, told them about Debbie and Chris. Both were very excited to say the least. Sally, Debbie began, then looked to Jim and tried to see if Chris was there and what should she do. But before she had much time to think Sally said, Mrs. Wilson I can't tell you how excited we are to be here. We've admired you for afar for some time now, but were afraid to suggest anything to you and Chris. Now it turns out, we'll, her voice trailed off. Then Jim said, since this is an interview, Mrs. Wilson take off your skirt and blouse. Debbie in shock instinctively moved her hands to her blouse and began to unbutton them. One by one without a word being spoken she undid her blouse and then pulled it from her skirt and slipped it from her shoulders. That is a very nice bra, said Jim. Now take your skirt off. Debbie, again without a word, stood to unfasten her skirt and in moments was pushing it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Cute panties, said Jim then added, take off Sally top. Debbie froze, as Sally stepped to her and said, it's okay, I want you to and leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and she held Debbie's hands and guided them to her top. Debbie hesitated a second, then grasped Sally's top and pulled it over her head and tossed it aside as Sally's pushup bra was reveled. Take off her skirt, said Jim. Sally turned her back to Debbie allowing her to see the zipper and hook. Debbie fumbled for a second or two, then opened the skirt and it just dropped to the floor. Debbie didn't realize it, but Sally wasn't wearing any panties, so her bald mound was clearly visible to the camera. That's good, said Jim. Now, when Sally turns around, I want you to look her in the eye and rub your hand over her panties. At that, Sally turned and stood close to Debbie, who continued to follow the directions. As she moved her hand and began to touch Sally, it didn't take her long to realize that Sally wasn't wearing any panties and that she was running her fingers along her pussy. Debbie began to step back, but Jim, said no and removed his wife's bra, telling Debbie to look at her tits. Debbie glanced down as Jim instructed realizing that Sally was naked in front of her. Remember a little while ago we talked about things in your office, I asked? Yes, I remember. Good, I said, because now we're going to begin a totally unrehearsed movie about this. Except, I added, except that now you won't be the office manager, you'll just be the 54 year old woman, understand? Yes, I think so, said Debbie and will you give me some directions? Yes, I said, you'll be given direction or instructions, now button your blouse and straighten your skirt so we can begin. Debbie looked down, buttoned her blouse and smoothed her skirt. Stand up, I said. She stood up and I thrust my arm up under her skirt and felt her ass, mound and legs. Just checking to see your all arranged, I said. Standing, I covered her tits with my hands and felt each trying to pinch her nipples. You've got nice tits, I said. Maybe later I'll fuck your tits, would you like that? Debbie didn't answer, but allowed me to continue to feel her. I stopped and moved to a closed connecting door. To be a movie star you need a support cast, so lets meet your costars, I said opening the door. First through the door was Jim, who's presence caused Debbie's mouth to drop in pure shock as he said, Hi Debbie, or would you still like me to call you Mrs. Wilson he asked? Debbie was wild eyed. What are you doing, Debbie began to say, as Jim who was a department manager where she worked interrupted saying, I'm been looking forward to this afternoon for some time now. A stunned Debbie looked to Chris for some signal but he just sat there as he heard Jim continue by saying, you know Mrs. Wilson I've often wondered about you, and now I'm going to find out, that is unless anyone objects. Debbie started to open her mouth, then stopped, then asked, what do you want from me? Jim looked to me and I nodded my head, so he said, everything you have, every which way, and then some. Continuing he said, you know you've sometimes strutted around the office looking holier than thou, so now I want to see you strut around now. So this is a pretty large room, so why don't you just begin by walking back and forth to the door, he said. Debbie turned and began walking towards the door, when Jim said, come on Mrs. Wilson, shake your ass so I'll want to see what's under that skirt. When she turned her back another surprise visitor entered the room and remained in the back behind the lights. Debbie put a little sway in her step then at the door, turned and started to walk back towards Jim. Oh come on he said, shake those big titties for me. Debbie tried to put a little bounce in her step, but there wasn't much visible giggle from her boobs. When she stopped in front of Jim, he reached for her hips then ran his hands over her hips and thighs before reaching behind her and squeezing her ass. He then reached for the snaps and zipper on her skirt. Think it's about time I get to see what you've been covering up, said Jim as he unfastened the skirt and then slid it down over Debbie's hips to the floor, then helping her to step out of it before looking straight at her crotch. Jim put his hand between her legs and started to rub his thumb over her her panty saying, now take off the top Mrs. Wilson. Debbie shuttered a little, then reached for the buttons on her blouse and began unfastening them until her blouse was open and a portion of her bra was fully exposed. Take it off, said Jim to which Debbie removed the blouse and tossed it aside leaving her in just her bra and panties. Now, said Jim, this is what I've been wondering about for some time, what was really under those dresses. Nice tits, nice ass and I bet a very sweet pussy, he said. Now show me how everything moves, he said to Debbie....go ahead, to the door and back and make it all move. Debbie turned and walked to the door her ass was visible through her panties. As she turned around and walk back towards Jim, her tits were clearly giggling above her bra. Unhook your bra said Jim. Debbie reached behind her and unhooked the bra allowing the straps to flap free as she held her arms against her body. Now turn around, said Jim. As Debbie turned Jim reached and pulled her panties down and helped her step out of them. He then pushed her shoulder straps off her shoulders and watched as her bra fell to the floor. As a flush passed over Debbie, Jim cupping her ass said, Mrs. Wilson bend over. As I continued to film the scene, Debbie bent over a bit and Jim started to spread her cheeks apart. Bend further, said Jim, put your hands on your knees for support. Debbie followed his instructions and soon heard him say, oh Mrs. Wilson you've got some sweet fuck holes. He then began to push a finger against Debbie's rosebud, but she jumped and almost seemed ready to bolt out the door. No, not that, she said to Jim, then returned to her bent over position. Jim again moved to her rosebud asking if she was a virgin. Yes, she said, and again jumped as he pushed against it. Please don't, she again asked. What's it worth to you for me to stop, asked Jim, as the tip of his finger began to disappear into her. Don't, she said, Stop! And then she straightened herself and turned around to face us. Those are nice tits, said Jim, let me feel them. Debbie however stood her ground and looked to me, then over towards her husband, Chris. Sorry, she said, guess we're going to default. Want to see if things can be worked out, I asked looking first to Debbie, then to Chris? Chris and Debbie looked at one another and he nodded his head in approval. Okay, Debbie said, Chris wants me to continue, but no anal, she added. And what's the trade off, asked Jim? Adding, what do I get in lieu of, he asked. What do you want, was the very nervous question from Debbie. Come here said Jim, I want to feel your tits while I think about it. Debbie took a few steps towards him and stopped. Lean forward he said, I want to enjoy 100% of your tits. As she started to bend forward, he took her hands and put them on his shoulders and in moments Jim's face was all but blocked from view by Debbie's hanging tits. As he began playing with her hangers and pinching her nipples, Jim asked, Mrs. Wilson is it fair to say that your pussy and mouth can be fucked, but your ass is off limits? Yesssss, wailed Debbie as Jim accented the question with an extra strong pinch to one of her nipples. Before Debbie could answer further, Jim thrust his hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy, while she continued to support herself and he still played with her tits. Oh she moaned as he began fingering her and shuttered some which shook her tits. So you willing to bet you ass, Jim asked Debbie, as he lovingly slapped her tit causing it to swing in front of him. What, what do you want, asked Debbie. For a start, said Jim, you, to fuck and suck when I want for the next 6 months. I can't, said Debbie, then called out, Chris I love you, but he didn't answer and Jim pulled on both her tits causing her to cry out, then instead he said, your going to undress my wife and then lick her pussy while I fuck you. Debbie heard what was said, but didn't react to it until from out of the shadows Jim's wife Sharon stepped into the light. Without missing a beat Sharon was on her knees Oh, continued Jim, do you remember my wife Alice he asked. Debbie looked to Alice and started to acknowledge her. Get Out, Get Out before I call the police. Chris, Chris, she called, make these people leave. Now now I said, calm down. Debbie, I said, remember the agreement. Yes. Well this is part of it, I said and is Hans request. But, she started to protest, as I held up my hand not wanting to hear it. Jim said, I guess your husband heard me commenting at an office party once on how hot you were and the next thing I knew, well here we are, he said. Hot, Debbie said with a giant question mark in her voice. Oh yes, hot hot hot said Jim. When you walk through the office in your skirt and blouse I watch your tits bounce, and then your ass sway under your skirt, yes very hot, he said, and you know I was right...just look at you. Alice chimed in, and when I asked Jim what was happening at work one day, he confessed to me about you, so I certainly wanted to meet you at the last office gathering and was equally impressed. But, began Debbie, I'm, well older, I......her voice trailed off and she just looked at everyone. Doesn't matter, said Jim, I've watched you for a few years now. Your tits under those silk blouses and your ass wiggling as you come by my desk and now...I know I want to fuck you. Please, Debbie started to say, but I cut her off. Debbie, I said, lets stop this here and now. You remember what we're here for, I asked? Yes, she meekly replied. Good, I said, now undress Alice for me. Debbie looked at me in shocked disbelief as I added, and also tell Chris and the camera about it as you proceed. I, I don't know what to do, began Debbie. Take off her dress, I said and with that Debbie stepped behind Alice and unzipped the dress and pushed it from her shoulders revealing Alice's black lace push up bra. Keep going, I said, and Debbie begin to push the dress over Alice's hips and ended up with her face staring at Alice's bare ass as she was wearing a thong. Debbie was sort of in a state of shock not knowing what to do in the circumstance, when Alice turned around and faced her then put her hands on her tits and buried her face in Debbie's cleavage. Oh Jim, said Alice, you're just going to love these tits. They're so nice and bigger than mine too. As Alice was about to step out of the dress laying on the floor, I told Debbie to look at Alice's tits. She stood up after helping Alice and stood to the side of her. What do you think, I asked Debbie. She has a very nice figure, was the reply. You like the way her bra shows her tits, I asked. I don't know, I guess so, Debbie replied. Do you have a bra like this, I asked? No, I don't think so, said Debbie. Debbie moved her hands to the belt and untied it, then peeled the robe from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Wow said Jim, you are beautiful. I love your tits, he said as Debbie started to cover herself, but then began to blush from his attention.

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My name is Henry and I own several rental properties (apartment buildings) that cater to retirees and snowbirds as some are called. Three years ago I rented a place to the Burks who spent their first winter here, then decided to renew for each year thereafter. They understood that they were just renting for the season and that if I wanted could rent out their place after they were gone, or before they arrived. When they were getting ready to depart this past year, Mr. Burk asked if they could leave some things and suggested that if I was to rent the place "off season" he would reimburse me for whatever it cost to have the items moved out and stored. I didn't see anything wrong with this arrangement, so agreed to it. When it was time to leave, the Burks waved good-bye saying they'd be back in so many months and were gone. After the majority of the snowbirds leave I get going with the cleaning, painting and fixing that just can't be done while they are here. One day I received an inquiry about renting a place for twelve weeks and for no good reason pulled the keys to The Burks. After showing the family around, they said they would take it, as it was furnished and in move in condition. I said okay, and just needed a day or two to remove some of The Burks personal effects that were left. The new renters said, no problems as they wouldn't want to move in till the weekend. The next day, boxes and tape in hand I entered the apartment. Nick-knacks and little things were left there, which I wrapped and secured in the boxes. Then in a final inspection I found towards the rear of the top closet shelf a small envelope. When I finally reached it with a small broom and opened it I nearly fell from the ladder. Inside were some, would you believe Polaroid photos of Mrs. Burk. The photos weren't taken here, but did show a residence and a smiling Mrs. Burk from years gone by. When I finished staring at the photos I put them back into the envelope and carried them along with the boxes back to my place for safe keeping. That evening, when I knew I wouldn't be bothered, I opened the envelope again and looked at the photos. You could tell that they were in order to tell a story. In the first Mrs. Burk was smiling for the camera while pulling her skirt up. Leafing through the photos they showed her shedding her cloths until finally the last photo showed her naked with her legs spread and pointing her tits at the camera. Over the next few weeks I explored the other items from the Burks place and discovered 2 porn films as part of their movie collection, which I looked at. The first tape was just the usual huffing and puffing and nothing more. The 2nd started out the same way, but towards the end it suddenly switched from the movie and I was watching Mrs. Burk sucking on a cock. Then the screen went blank. Needless to say, I made copies of the tape and the photos in the envelope. I repacked everything and got busy with finishing the many repair items before the renters returned. Soon the twelve weeks were up and the family who rented the Burks place moved on. I quickly cleaned up the place and put the boxes back into the space, taking special care to replace the envelope at the rear of the closet where I found it. That way when the Burks arrived and found the boxes they would know that their apartment had been used while they were gone. One by one the families began arriving. As the weather got colder the influx was greater and then The Burks arrived. After a few minutes Mr. Burk came by having seen the boxes inside his door and I informed him that the place was used for twelve weeks, but had since been cleaned and he should find everything in order. He asked me if he owed anything for the packing and storage and I assured him that he did not and it was nice to see them back with us. But I kept thinking about Mrs. Burk, Martha. Let me tell you about Mrs. Burk. She's in her late 50's, maybe early 60's, about 5'8" tall, glasses, an easy to manage hairdo, and a twinkle in her smile that just lights up her face an personality. She wasn't a Barbie, and I wouldn't say she's fat, just lets say a little mature, but with a smile that you just wanted to be around. She had big tits, liked to show cleavage, and I'm certain, sure could certainly raise lots of blood pressures. Also, just standing there I kept seeing some of her photos, though probably taken years ago when she was younger, her figure hadn't changed that much. So Mr. Burk, back ready for another season, I ask. Yes, yes, but please call me Paul, everyone else does. Okay, Paul it is. And, now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to attend to. Yes, said Paul, but there is something......I'll....I'll catch up with you later, if you can spare me a minute. My pleasure, I said. The following morning as I was out and about Paul Burk called my name and caught up with me. What can I do for you, I inquired? Well, I'm a little embarrassed, but well someone was saying last year that there were some, uh lets see, hmmmm extra activities here in the complex and you were the man to ask. Extra activities, I asked? Yes, you know, adult stuff. Oh, yes, that, I said. What about it? Well, was wondering what it was about and well could I attend? It's rather simple, yet complicated I said, and am not sure. Please, he cut me off, what's the harm in telling me about it. If it's all that bad, then I could always say thanks, but no thanks. Come on, let me in on it, he asked. Well, okay I guess so, I said. There are about 175 rental units here and there are a number of us who get together for as you said adult entertainment. What kind of adult entertainment, Paul asked? Fucking, what else is there, I asked? So you have girls coming in, I'm... he started to say. No, doesn't work like that, I said. The girls are already here. You mean the women living here. Yes, not everyone, but a few of them. And they charge, he began. Yes, but not exactly, I said. You see, we're all at that age where we're either facing sex limitations without the pill, other medical issues, and in some cases, just tension because of finances. Pills cost a lot of money these days. So, I still don't understand. How does it work? Lets say a nice looking lady, still a good figure, is having some problems paying. I approach her and offer her the opportunity to reduce her rent. And, how do you make up your loss, he asked. I've long term tenants, everything you see about you is paid for, so I've no debt other than the utilities and upkeep, so even without there full rents, I'm still doing okay, and well, they like the excitement too. I'll be damned, said Paul. But, wait a minute, what's to prevent some guy from fucking her outside the place, he asked? Nothing, I replied. And, lets say she's been there a few times and stops. What happens when people who where there see her at the grocery or here abouts? That is not my problem. I solved the problem of her finances, offered entertainment to my tenants and that is that. I'm not a church or a redemption center. So, how can I attend, he asked? You can't, I said. Why not, he asked? Because, you have no reason to be there. You have a wife at home who seems okay and your finances are seemingly excellent, so why do you need to attend? The question went unanswered and Burk went on his way deep in thought. Meanwhile that afternoon as I was out picking up some scattered newspapers Mrs. Burk saw me and thanked me for cleaning the place so well and said she was looking forward to the coming season. Me too, I thought to myself. Over the next week I must admit I was lusting for Mrs. Burk. I'd see her using the different facilities, participating in activities and always imagined her naked before me. Then she suddenly was knocking at my door wanting to reserve the "game room" for a private party. Just what kind of a party, I asked. Just family and friends coming in for a visit, she said. Didn't know you had family in the area, I said. Oh yes, my sister and her husband live nearby, she replied. So everyone going to be here for the party, I said. They sure are, we've been planning it for about a month now, just decided we needed a larger room, so if we could use the game room, that would be great. It won't be a problem, I said. As the party date got closer, I planned on bumping into Mrs. Burk one morning and having done so, after confirming that her husband was out playing golf for the day, suggested that she come by the office in about 30 minutes. Entering the office she asked if everything was okay. Yes, I assured her, I was just wondering if your party guests would like to have some party treats like this, and I opened a file folder with copies of the photos. Silence would be loud if there could be a way of measuring whatever it was that was happening that instant, then OMG, where did you get these? Doesn't matter, I said, adding, oh, what do you think of this? I clicked the remote and the TV came to life showing guess who. Turn it off!, please, turn it off!! I clicked the remote and waited. What, what do you want, she managed to say her lower lip quivering? Nothing that I can think of right now I said. I can buy the pictures from you, then you can find some young girl with a perfect figure and I'm sure she'll make you very happy. Not a chance, I said. So when was this picture taken, pointing to the nude of her holding her tits. 7 years ago. Husband take the picture? Yes. And the others too? Yes, all of them. And the video? Yes, he said he thought it would be something we could watch and remember in our old age. Hummmmm, I began, but if he took the video and he's in it with you who's moving the camera around? I clicked the TV remote again. Please don't, someone might see. Well we certainly wouldn't want that to happen, I said, as I clicked the power off to the TV and turned and walked into the rear of my apartment/office. Please, she said, we need to resolve this like adults. I'll give it some thought, I replied questioning, you going to tell your husband about this? No Want me to tell him? No, please, please don't. About 3 or 4 days later, as I recall, I saw Paul Burk down by the pool, so I pulled up a chair along side asking if I could join him. Sure sure, he said, asking what was going on. Well you recall what you were asking about, I began. Yea, you going to let me attend, he asked. Good possibility, I said, we just have to iron out a few details. Such as, he asked? You bringing your wife and introducing her to the group, I said. What, he almost shouted? Are you crazy? No, I said, keep your voice down and I'm far from being crazy. Really, he said, and just what the fuck makes you think that I'd even be interested in what you proposed or for that matter that Martha would be interested. This I said and passed him a small photocase. He opened it and didn't say a word, but flipped through the pictures. Where did you get these, he asked? They were left it in the apartment and oh, meant to say, the video was quite nice also. How much, he asked? Money, you haven't enough, I said. Oh, by the way, who was taking the video? No one, he said. Oh come on, I said, you don't expect me to believe that, do you. I mean the camera was moving all around the room for Christ's sake. I said no one, he replied in an angry voice. Okay, I said, calm down, you don't need to burst a blood vessel, but now you listen to me, I said. I've the photos and the video. I've no problem, lets say, helping them find their way out of hiding, I continued. I, he began, but I held up my hand for him to be quiet. Now, truth be known, I think you are a guy who likes to watch. You so much as told me so when you asked about the entertainment. And, I went on, I think your secret fantasy would be to watch your wife as you've probably already done with the mystery person who wasn't there moving the camera. So, I think you should have a very honest talk with your wife and in the end the two of you will decide to join us for an evenings entertainment. How many people will be there, he asked in a whisper. Don't know, usually 6 to 8, all depends. And Martha, she'll have to......all of them, he asked? No, just two and herself, I said. But the others, he said. You let me take care of things, I said. Now I'll give you till the end of the week to let me know what you want to do, I said as I got up, took the photo album and walked off. The phone rang the following morning and after saying hello was listening to Burk swearing and calling me names. I didn't say a word, but just hung up the phone. Minutes later it rang again and when the answering machine cut in, he left a message sayin he wasn't happy that I had already spoken to his wife, so on and so forth. I didn't return the call and that afternoon, Burk was out looking all over for me. I was able to see him as we have security video installed in the public areas and I'd see him enter an area, look around, turn and head to the next. Finally after about 30 minutes I saw he was headed to the tennis courts, so I left and made my way over there. Hey Henry, he called and fast approached me. Been looking all over for you, he said. Well, here I am, I said, what can I do for you. I'd, I'd like to first apologize for this morning, he began, but I was... I just held up my hand cutting him off. Anyway, look this isn't easy for us, but okay he said, you've got a deal. And the Mrs., I asked. She understands, and she's agreed he said, then added 2 guys. Being with 2 guys, means she's going to fuck 2 guys, but she'll be expected to play some with anyone who wants to be considered for being chosen, I said. Okay, okay, he said. Now tell me, I said, who took the video. My brother-in-law, he said. Yours or her sisters husband. Her sisters husband, he said. And is there something going on that I'm not aware of, I asked. Obviously, he said. We every so often swap the sisters. And the sisters, they okay with this, I asked. Yes, we've been doing it for years now. They bi, I asked. No, I don't think so, he replied. Do we have an agreement, he asked. Yes, I said, but your uncalled for outburst, I began. I apologize for that, he said. And I heard you, but you can't undo what's been done, I said. So, to make amends, the sisters will entertain me and me alone, I said. What, he asked? You heard me, I said. I can't speak for Joyce, he said. Then have your wife speak to her and we'll go from there. And if Joyce won't or Martha doesn't want to speak to her, he asked. Then I'll just figure out something for Martha, I said before turning and saying, I'll be in touch and walking off. Two days later I slipped an envelope under the Burk's apartment door containing instructions for the both of them. Also included was a reminder and a deadline for a decision on Martha and her sister Joyce. Late that afternoon, a message was left on the answering machine from Martha. She said she spoke to her sister and her sister agreed to help her out when she got back in 2 weeks. I in the meantime sent an email to "the group" reminding them that we would be meeting and looking forward to seeing them there at 7:45PM. The following evening at 8PM my office bell rang and I opened the door to Paul and Martha Burk. You look very nice tonight, I said as I ushered them in, then asked them to follow me towards the back of my place. In the rear connected to another building I had broken through a wall and created somewhat of a stage for this type activity. The only way in was through my quarters. I added sand to the walls to make it soundproof and build a little platform to act sort of like a stage. I also added some strong lights to illuminate the stage area. I held up my hand to have the Burk's stop shy of the stage and told them to wait for a minute as I proceeded onto the stage. Hi everyone, I said. Tonight is something different and certainly special. I won't go into any details, but in a few minutes you will be meeting a married couple. Some of you may or may not know them, it doesn't matter. The twist tonight is that the husband wants to watch his wife with the 2 lucky men she chooses. As usual, you each have the right to be included or excluded from the ladies decision making process. So, if you think she's too hot to handle and you're not man enough, then don't embarrass yourself. However, as is our custom, each of you will be the luck of the draw be able to check the lady out. So, if everyone is ready, let me introduce our guests Martha and Paul Burk. They walked slowly from the shadows into the light and nervously stood by my side. Now as I said, tonight will be a bit different. Paul will show and tell us about Martha before he takes his seat. Paul will not be able to participate as one of the two lucky guys. So, I said, Paul why don't you take over and just follow the guidelines as provided. Okay, he said, as I moved away and took a seat. Well everyone, this is my wife Martha and we're quite nervous, but I expect glad to be here. I don't know if you've seen either of us around the complex, but this is our 3rd or 4th year here, so I expect you have. Anyway, he continued, I'm sure you don't want to listen to me, he said. So Paul stepped behind Martha and unzipped her dress and then pushed it off her shoulders and continued to guide it over her hips and to the floor. He then bent and lifted her leg pulling the dress free, then the other leaving Martha standing in just her bra and panties. Someone said, turn around please. Paul looked puzzled for a second and then took Martha's shoulders and turned her around. Someone else then said, Martha unhook your bra. Martha brought her arms back and in a few seconds her bra was unhooked. Paul, someone said, pull her panty down so we can see her butt. Paul worked the panty down revealing Martha's ass as another voice said, turn her back around please. Martha turned around to face the audience bra straps dangling behind her arms. Give Paul your bra a voice said. Martha reached and pulled the shoulder straps free and as the bra came away she handed it to Paul. Read the label Paul was told. 38D he said. Now help Martha out of her panties the voice continued. Paul stepped to Martha and pulled her panties down and then guided them over her heels leaving her naked except for the heels. I came into the light and told Paul to take a seat then turned to Martha and grabbed one of her tits. They're real I announced, now lets have a good look at your pussy. I moved to the side and grabbed a wooden chair which I put next to Martha and instructed her to have a seat. Martha sat down and I had her open her legs and then hooked the heel from each shoe over the support rail of the chair opening her pussy even further. I stepped behind her, reached over her shoulders and began playing with here tits as I asked, gentlemen, who's interested in a chance to fuck this lady? Within a minute 4 naked guys were on the platform and all saying hello to Martha. 2 of the men, Harry and Marvin caused the blood to drain from Martha's face as she realized who they were. Harry lived in right next door and their apartments shared a common wall while Marvin spent his time on the tennis courts and in fact helped Martha just a few days earlier with her swing. One at a time they approached Martha and began to finger fuck her and eat her pussy followed by playing with her tits while she examined and sucked their cocks. Martha, I asked, who do you choose? I wasn't at all surprised when she chose Harry. Well guys, I said, looks like you've been voted off this reality show, so in the tradition of the show, you've each in turn have one minute to express yourselves to Martha. Each of the losers stepped to Martha and played with he tits, and fingered or tasted her pussy before going back to their seats, leaving her with Harry. I meanwhile moved out and took a seat next to Paul. You doing okay, I asked. Yes, yes, he said. You like what you see, I asked. Oh yes, very much and I'm sure Martha is having a good time too. We'll see, I said, but I want check in before things continue, I said adding, and I'm certain that you'll enjoy watching. Meanwhile Harry had Martha stand and took first one hand, then the other and strapped and secured her wrists to nylon straps hanging down from the ceiling. He then moved to her feet and did the same with each ankle, then using a remote control used the winch to surprise her as it pulled her up. He next stepped behind her and without a word of explanation attached a back support between the straps and fastened it around her mid-section. Martha tried to say something, but he held up my hand to silence her. She made some comment and called for Paul. Sorry, I said, he doesn't have any authority here. He's a guest as long as he sits quietly. He can watch or not, that is up to him. Harry, I said, clock starts now. Harry worked the controls and in a minute Martha was lifted off the floor by a few inches and rotated onto her back. Next the ankle straps pulled her legs wide open and stopped. Harry stepped between her spread legs and started to run his hand over her wet hole. Martha, he began, your now in what is called a sling or swing. Nice thing about it is that you have no leverage. You can't brace yourself against the floor, push away or even easily hump. In short, you now belong to me for the next 30 minutes, unless of course we work a deal to shorten your time. So before I begin, I want to add some extra comfort for you, so your head gets some support. At that, he stepped to her head and placed a strap around her forehead and affixed it to the nylon straps as well. There, now that should be better, he said. Please said Martha, let me down. Harry ignored her as he said. Now I'm going to flip you over, so don't be concerned you won't fall. At that he used the controls to close her legs and then flipped her so she was now face down. Yes, that's so much better. I do like your tits hanging down. Now I'm going to raise you some so you can suck my cock, if I let you, he said. Martha tried to move, but was going nowhere except to add a bit of movement to the swing as Harry continued to work the controls that began to position Martha. Few more taps of a button and Harry was happy. Martha was chair high off the floor with her ass raised about 6 inches higher and her legs spread wide. Harry stepped between her spread legs and began to finger her pussy with his left hand and with his right began to rim her asshole. No no begged Martha as she felt his finger at her rear entrance, but Harry wasn't stopping. If anything he was holding her in place by her pussy as she pushed the 1st digit of his finger into her. Martha tried to move, but there was nothing to hold onto or push against, except Harry's finger in her ass. But he then clicked on the remote and the cords raised her ass higher as her tits fell towards her shoulders. Now, that's about right, commented Harry as he withdrew his finger. Harry then went to the side of the platform and pulled something which everyone applauded onto the stage. This was a small table on which was mounted the Stallion Fucking Machine which he positioned between Martha's legs, adjusted the height and then slipped the dildo into her open pussy. Ohhhhhhh Martha responded as she hung suspended and her pussy was stuffed. Harry eased the dildo out some and then spun the flywheel as the piston drove the dildo back and forth in her hole. Sensing that he was aligned properly, he flipped the switch to slow and the machine began its constant of Martha's pussy. Martha tried to react to the play, but was unable to as she hung suspended. Harry moved forward and worked his way beneath her trying to catch her bouncing tits in his mouth. Unsuccessful, he grabbed each tit and However, she would come back when her husband was away or playing golf for the day. Also, since she was so prim and proper she should know that if she objected to anything I wanted of her, or if she didn't come back, then the photos that I had would somehow make it out of my safe to maybe some of the neighbors, or maybe even suddenly show up on the activities bulletin board. Do you understand me? Yes, can I go now? I pulled my hand from under her skirt and held it partly up. Clean my finger. Tears started to form around her eyes, but she leaned forward and began to lick my finger. With my free hand and her leaning over, I grabbed one of her tits, seeking the nipple and I squeezed and made my way to the front of her tit. Nice tits, how big are they? 40D Finding the nipple and pinching it emitted a low groan as I let go and Martha stood up. Go on, get out of here........and in a flash she was out the door and gone back to her place. The following day, Tuesday, I saw the Burks and waved hello. Mr. Burk returned the wave, but Martha just stared at me then gave a half hearted hello. As they moved away I shouted, Mr. Burk question. Yes. Was thinking about your golf, when is it that you play. Oh, down here I play every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and sometimes on Sunday if Martha here will let me sneak out of the house, why? Oh, was just wondering as I sometime play and maybe if one of your group can't make it. Sure, will keep you in mind. Thanks, see ya. Wednesday was just another day, till Mr. Burk located me and asked if I wanted to join him tomorrow morning. Love to, but can't as I've got some appointments. Okay, just came up and thought I'd ask. Appreciate it, maybe another time. Oh, by the way, he continued, any possibility about that adult stuff we spoke of. No, not really, I said then asked with a big grin, why do you think Mrs. Burk would go for it? No, I doubt it, but between you and I, must admit the idea of seeing her with another guy has crossed my mind from time to time. Better be careful, she'll kill you for telling me this. Nah, I've already told her any number of times, he said. So wait a minute, let me understand this. You'd have no objections to your wife being fucked by someone else, do I understand you correctly. You got it, no problem. Matter of fact would personally love to see it, but the wife doing it is another story. Okay, if you say so, I replied. Anyway, sorry I can't join you for golf, just have things to attend to. Okay and remember, if you can see your way clear on those adult things, I'd be interested in attending. Okay, will keep it in mind, I replied. Thursday started out as usual and then turn sour as Martha failed to show up or call me. Slightly pissed, I headed to the Burks apartment and used my passkey to enter after a slight knock. Inside the place was empty, nobody home. I locked the door and left returning to my place. A few hours later there was a knock and I opened the door to find Martha Burk standing there. Well well well, where have you been? I had to take care of groceries and a few other things that we needed in the apartment. Can I come in and just talk with you? Inside Martha took a seat across from me and began with I want to talk with you about what happened the other day. What about it? Well, it can't happen again, so I'm prepared to pay you from my savings so you can forget about me and have money to do whatever you want. And, just how much do you think you're worth? I don't know, but I've got $1700 in my purse if you'll take it. $1700 huh, that the best you can do? I could probably get a little more, do we have a deal? No, I'm afraid not, now spread your legs so I can see what color panties you are wearing. No, please.... No, you want me to advertise some? No, no, I'm sorry. Is this okay, as she spread her legs pulling her dress up a little. It's a start and you've given me an idea. Idea? Yes, unzip your dress and slide it down. Please don't.... Unzip it and slide it down! Martha leaned forward in the seat and reached behind her to undo the zipper on the back of her dress. Unzipped, she slowly slid the top from her shoulders and down her arms revealing her bra. I moved to her and cupped one of her tits squeezing it as I slid the strap from her shoulder, then moved my hand into the bra and began feeling her tits. Shortly her nipples began to harden and she looked a little glassy eyed. What size are you again, I asked? 40D, she again told me. Like it when your tits are played with? Yes. Pussy getting a little moist? Yes. Think you'd like to feel my cock? Yes, please. Lift your skirt. Okay. As Martha pulled the skirt up I was able to see more and more of her legs, until finally the triangle of her panties came into view. Can I see your pussy? Yes, if you like. Yes, I would like very much. Martha, pulled her panties to the side revealing her moist pussy to my eyes. As I reached to touch her she in turn began to pull the zipper on my fly down and shortly was stroking my cock with her hand. It wasn't long after that that both of us were naked on the floor in the living room and I was pounding away at her pussy and feeling her muscles flex and grab my cock pulling me further into her. It wasn't too long afterwards that I felt the beginning of a surge from my balls and was emptying them into her pussy. As I came out of Martha, she was crying, then began to sob as she cried for me to not tell her husband or anyone about this. Maybe, I said, but you'll have to be extra nice to me, I said with a sneer on my face as I pinched and pulled a little on one of her nipples. Think you should let the old man play golf this Saturday, I said, and I want you here at noon. Oh, please, said Martha once again, won't you please just forget about me? Nope, I said, you're just too nice, I said, and besides I haven't fucked your ass yet. A look of shock, surprise, fear all washed over her face and then without saying a word, Martha began to gather her cloths and dress herself as I watched. Saturday Noon I said again as she walked out the door. I had some arrangement to make before Saturday, so I immediately got busy. Noon on Saturday, like clockwork, produced a ring of the doorbell. I opened the door and ushered Martha in, then showed her back to my apartment behind the office. At first she didn't notice, but then realized that the rear wall of my apartment was moved open and she was standing with me on a raised platform somewhat blinded by stage lights turned on us. What's this, she asked. Oh nothing I said, just wanting to have some fun in setting the mood so to speak. And what's the mood suppose to be, she asked. Thought it would be fun to have you on a stage. Use to have a band and we used this for shows sometimes. Oh, didn't know you played an instrument. Do and doesn't matter, now lets get started before the golf game is over with. Please, she reverted back to that. Stop it, I said, now take off your dress. Martha reached behind herself and began to work the zipper down her back then pushed the thin straps from the sundress from her shoulders. As the dress slid down her bra and panties came into view. Nice, I said, new outfit. No, she replied, just something I had. Turn around so I can see your ass, I said. Martha turned around asking if this was okay. Yes, I said adding, now unhook your bra. She reached her arms back and unfastened the hooks freeing the straps to gather beneath her arms. Now, slide your panties down over your ass, I said. Martha did as she was told bearing her ass as the panties bunched like a small pile of cloths just under her butt. Nice ass, I said, now turn around. Martha turned towards me clutching her bra and with her panties half way down over her navel. Toss me your bra, I said. She hesitated a moment, then pulled the bra off and tossed it in my direction causing her tits to giggle some. Now take those panties off and stay bent over so I can see those big titties hang under you. Without a word, Martha bent forward and slid her panties the remainder of the way down her legs and then placed her hands on her thighs to support herself as her tits hung beneath her. Turn around I said. Hobbling a little with the panties around her ankles, she turned around still bent over. Get rid of the panties I said, and he managed to step from them and kick them aside. Now bent over with her ass facing me, I told her to spread her cheeks. She reached behind herself and pulled apart her butt cheeks exposing her asshole and pussy. Very nice I said. Think hubby would like to see you doing this for me, I asked? Martha didn't reply, but I knew her mind was thinking. Now turn around I said. Martha straightened and turned to face me, naked except for her heels. I went and pulled a chair from the corner and put it along side her as I felt her tit and had her take a seat. Every play with yourself and let your hubby watch, I asked. No, she whispered her response. Well, since I'm not your hubby, I want you to play with your tits and open your pussy so I can watch you play with yourself. Please, this is too embarrassing, she replied. Nah, I won't be embarrassed, I said. And, besides, it isn't like I haven't seen your pussy before is it, I asked? So, go ahead, I said, spread your legs so I can see your pretty pussy. Martha spread her legs and then slowly began rubbing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Like your tits, I asked. Yes, she whispered and moaned slightly as she touched herself. Like other women's tits, I asked. No, she snapped back. Oh, I said, so you mean that if another lady was here you wouldn't want to maybe feel her tits or maybe suck on the nipples. No, she replied. So, what about if she wanted to feel your tits, I asked? No, Martha sternly replied. I pushed on saying, then I guess it's out of the question about you showing her your pussy, isn't it, but Martha didn't' reply or acknowledge my words. I moved closer to Martha and began to stroke her pussy and rub my thumb over her clit. Keep playing with your tits, I whispered as I pushed my fingers deeper trying to twist my wrist to toy with her G-spot. Like that, I asked? Yes, she moaned as I reached her target spot. Want to suck my cock, I asked. Please, Martha replied. Okay, I said, but I want you to put this on and not take it off, handing her a blindfold. What the...... she questioned, but put the blindfold on. I checked it was secure and in place, then took her hand and said come with me. I walked her to the side of the lit area and helped her onto a modified exam table I purchased years previously from a retiring doctor. I made it a bit more plush with new cushions and lowered it so you didn't have to step up. Added also were the rails so you couldn't fall off. The one other change was the top where I shortened it some and added a adjustable headrest. The lady could be in the stirrups and I could lower her head so she could suck on a cock at the same time. As I helped Martha position herself I kept her distracted by licking and fingering her pussy along with pulling on her nipples as I rubbed her tits. Finally, I moved to her head and lowered the support and rubbed my cock over her lips. Martha immediately opened her mouth and started sucking on my swollen cock and I was able to reach and play with her tits, then stretch some and rub her clit. What she was unable to see and also didn't hear was the quiet hum of the video camera, which had been recording everything from the time we entered the room. In short order I managed to finger fuck her, open her pussy nice and wide and catch her not only playing with her pussy and tits, but sucking and licking my cock as well. After I fucked her good, I looked at my watch and suggested that she dress and return home. The next few days were tense as I viewed the video and some still photos putting them together in some kind of a story vs. just say nothing photos. Finishing, I double checked everything and waited for Martha to arrive. When she arrived the following afternoon, she was a little excited and yet nervous for some reason which was unknown to me. What's wrong, I asked. Nothing, just the usual, she replied. You know, some people I think managed to locate us and now they are making demands for money, but we don't have any, so I guess I just can't worry about it. That's right, I said, and besides we've more important things to go over and perhaps there's a money light at the end of the tunnel, I added. Now come with me, I said, motioning her to the back area. Once we were there I had her take off her top and bra, which I in turn walked out of the room and put in safe keeping. Why'd you do that, asked Martha. Because I don't want you leaving in a huff and this just might give you some needed restraint. Oh, she responded and you could see the wheels turning in deep thought. I took my remote and clicked. The screen flickered and there was Martha, dressed, then undressing, playing with her tits, her pussy and finally doing justice to my cock before not only fucking me, but a nice dildo also. As the screen show the activity, I glanced at Martha and saw that she was intently watching, and also was feeling the underside of her tit and sometimes pulling a bit on her nipple. When the end came, I turned to Martha and before she could say anything began by saying, Paul wants to see you with other men. No, please don't, she began. Yes, I'm not lying to you. I've no reason to. I can play with your tits and pussy, fuck you, get blow jobs so I've nothing to gain, I said. Then why tell me, she asked. Because those same people who have been worrying you have also approached me asking for information, I said. But we've nothing anymore, said Martha. You do, I said. Your car, clothing, personal effects, golf clubs; all these little things which you really ignore because they are there will be gone if these guys get their hands on them. So, what are you suggesting, asked Martha totally forgetting her topless state.

Author: James Marcus Title: Fateless Part: 1 Summary: Adam was a normal man until he had an encounter with the fates. Keywords: MF Mg con ped rape The Fateless, ch 1: Fate's Gifts Written by James Markus https://www.patreon.com/jamesmarcus Adam sat in the dark restaurant running his hands through his hair as he tried to hold back his tears. Why was life so cruel to him, here he was thirty two years old with no degree, a dead end job and no family. He always thought he would be doing better by now. His dreams always held the four bedroom home with the two car garage and a white picket fence, a beautiful wife and two wonderful children. Yet here he was again, alone. He had brought his date here hoping to impress her. The place was a little upscale and well beyond his means to afford regularly. But he wanted to impress her. Her name was Brenda Davis and she was an administrative assistant at his work. Not his administrative assistant, he was to low on the corporate ladder for that. No, she was the department head's administrative assistant. This would have been their third date and things seemed to be going well. The last two dates had ended on a good note; Adam had even gotten himself a nice kiss at the end of the last date. But like everything else in his life, fate had other plans for him. Just as they were being served their meal, Brenda's ex, a no good thug and self-proclaimed mix martial artist, had called her on her cell. He had realized what he had tossed away and wanted her back. Just like that she jumped from the table, meal untouched, and was out the door. She did not even have the courtesy to apologies to Adam or say a goodbye. He felt his tears coming unbidden to pool around his eyes, his nose started to run and with a loud sniff, Adam stood from his table and headed over to the counter to pay for his untouched meal. The hostess handed him a tissue as he fumbled for his debit card. "I am so sorry, sir. I can not believe your date did that." She replied, trying to put on her best remorseful face. Adam looked up at the young woman, and noticed her for the first time. She was very attractive, if a bit young looking for him, no more than twenty. She had long straight raven-black hair which hung loosely around her shoulders. "Thank you." He replied as he handed her his card and ID. "My name is Adam." "Emily, nice to meet you Adam." The girl stated as she took his card and started to ring up the meal. Just as she was getting ready to hand him the receipt for his signature, a rather handsome gentleman dressed in a suit and tie placed his hand over Emily's "Emily, there is no charge tonight." The man stated as he took the receipt from Emily's hand and placed it in his pocket. "After what I just saw, Sir, I can not in any good conscience charge you for that meal, it's on the house tonight. Please sir, return to your table and enjoy your meal. And so the lady's meal does not go to waist, Emily, please join him. "Mr. Connor, are you sure." Emily replied, with a flush to her cheeks. Mr. Connor took Emily aside for a second and whispered into her ear. Emily nodded a few times and smiled, the flush slipping from her face. "I understand sir, and I will do my best." she said with a smile as she walked from around the counter and approached Adam. As she approached him, Adam got a better look at the young woman. She stood about shoulder height to Adam, putting her about five foot three inches and maybe a hundred and six pounds. He also changed his estimate of her age to no older than seventeen. She was wearing a tight black dress that molded to her young figure, accenting everything it was supposed to without looking trashy or inappropriate. He had to admit she was quite lovely and he was sure would make pleasant company. Emily took Adams arm in her's and led him back to his, or now their, table. Adam could feel her breast brush against his arm as she did so and he felt a slight stirring in his groin. He did his best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling as they approached the table. Adam reluctantly broke himself from Emily's embrace and came around to her chair, pulling it out for her to sit. Emily smiled at Adam and she took her seat, brushing down the hem of her skirt as she did so. "Thank you sir." "No problem, and please call me Adam, we are going to be sharing a meal after all." Adam replied as he pushed her chair up to the table. As he did so he could not help but take a whiff of her scent, she smelled very nice, her hair smelled slightly of bubblegum and she smelled lightly of cinnamon. "Get a hold of yourself Adam." He thought as he walked around the table to his seat. "This is not your date; she is doing this as a courtesy and at her boss's request, besides, she is way too young for you." Adam and Emily had a pleasant meal and conversation. He discovered his second assessment of her age had been closer to the truth. She was sixteen and a sophomore at the local high school. The owner of the restaurant was friends with her father and had given her the hostess job at her father's request. It was her first job and paid pretty well. Her family had lived here her entire life; her father owned a local credit union. She had two younger sisters, Ann, fourteen and Jennifer who was twelve, and a stepmother Jessica. Her original mother had died five years ago of breast cancer and Jessica babysat her and her sisters while her father and mother were at doctor's appointments and the hospital. Jessica was only 18 at the time Emily's mother died and had been watching them for two years. Jessica had helped her family prepare for their mothers death and had been there for them when she died. Emily and her sisters had become good friends with Jessica and loved having her around, two years later Jessica and her father were married. Emily loved her stepmother very much and the whole family was quite happy. Emily dreamed of being an actress and was in her school's drama club. She had even been in a commercial for her father's bank and for the restaurant. Adam let her talk thorough most of the meal, he answered any questions she had, and occasionally added an opinion, but he liked hearing her speak, she had a pleasant voice and a very cheerful demeanor. It was not long before he was laughing and smiling, his problems from earlier forgotten in the rush of this young woman's cheerful look on life and honest sincerity. After a bit Adam had to excuse himself to use the men's room. Emily smiled up at Adam as he stood. "No problem Adam, I'll be right here." As Adam rose from his seat and looked down at the lovely young lady he felt a familiar stirring in his chest, a quickening of his pulse and a tingling sensation in his groin. He smiled back to her and then headed for the restroom. "Get a hold of yourself man. She is just a girl, way out of your league and way too young for you. Though she is very lovely and has a wonderful personality." He thought as he entered the restroom and headed for one of the urinals. While relieving himself, Adam kept seeing visions of Emily in his mind. He kept trying to think of something else, but he could not help it. Thoughts of her kept creeping back in. thoughts of her lips and her scent, bubblegum with a hint of cinnamon. He finished up and with a little difficulty, zipped up his pants. His hormones were kicking in overdrive and he needed to do something to get himself under control. Adam walked around the urinals and turned on the sink; he quickly washed his hands and then splashed some water into his face. He looked into the mirror as he dried his face and hands; he quickly jumped back as he noticed a beautiful woman standing behind him. "Hello Adam." She said with a chuckle. Adam quickly turned around to face the woman "Who the hell..." he started to say, but was cut short when he saw no one there. "Hell. No, not Hell. That is a very unpleasant place that I prefer to avoid. Please turn around Adam; I prefer not to talk to the back of your head." Adam heard the woman's voice from behind him. Adam turned around and looked into the mirror and there she was once again. "That is better. As I was saying before you interrupted me with talk of Hell and so rudely turned your back to me. Hello Adam, my name is Mrellia and I am here to answer your dreams." She said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye. "My dreams, what do you mean? Where are you? Who are you? What are you?" Adam stammered once again looking behind him at where the woman should be. "So many questions, hmmm, so full of questions, so unlike you Adam." She stated with a giggle and a grin, her finger combing her mouth as she nibbled her bottom lip and swaggered slightly side to side. "Well, I guess I could answer them, but first you need to stop looking behind you and look at me. Am I not pretty enough for you, or would you prefer this?" she said as her form changed to an exact duplicate of Emily. Adam jumped back from the mirror and closed his eyes "This is not happening, this is not happening." "Hello, Adam, earth to Adam. That won't work dear. I am here and this is real." She replied with another chuckle "As for your questions, well, one at a time I think. I am here to answer your dreams. It has come to the attention of the powers that be, that your life has been too lopsided in one direction. The fates as they are have given you too many negatives in your life. So I have been sent to aid you and to ensure that for the next thirty two years six months and sixteen days, you have everything you could possibly want or desire. As to where am I, right now I am in your head but if it is your desire I can be right next you," she stated as she appeared right next to Adam. Adam jumped away from the woman that had appeared next to him. She no longer looked like Emily; she once again looked as she had when she first appeared to him. Five foot six, red curly hair, wearing a black lacy dress with her hair tied up with a black ribbon. "As I said, I am here to grant you all you desire or wish, even if that desire is me." She said as she lowered her lips to Adams and gave him a passionate kiss. Mrellia broke the kiss and smiled at Adam as he stood there in shock. "Who am I, that question I have already answered, I am Mrellia. As to what I am, well the simplest explanation would be I am a spirit of fate, sent here to set right the cosmic imbalance that your life has created. Does that answer your questions?" Adam looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him with a confused expression on his face. "I still don't understand anything. You say you're here to give me my desires. What desires? Are you here to tempt me? Steal my soul?" He asked as he backed away from her. "No Adam, I am not here to steal your soul but to put steel into it, I am not the Devil and I do not work for him. I am a spirit of fate. The Fates are neutral, we do not take sides nor do we judge, we simply exist to ensure the universe remains in balance, life, death, good, evil, Law, Chaos and all that. I am not here to judge you, if you desire it, it will be yours. It is that simple. However there are some rules." Adam looked at her with a slight grin "Aren't there always." "Yes and these are very important rules. I can not kill anyone for you, however I can supply you with the means to do so yourself. I can not do anything that would set the cosmic balance off kilter worse than it already is. If you ask me to do something that will do that I will let you know, if you still wish to carry out the action, I can not do it for you, but I also can not stop you from doing so. Lastly, I am here to give you what you desire or need, not to grant your every wish, there is s difference which you will learn with time. There will be times that your wishes will conflict with your true desire, as well as other outside influences such as morals, laws and the actions of others. In those cases I will have to step in and act without your permission or approval to ensure your desire comes first." Adam stepped back from Mrellia again, "I do not understand that last part?" "Ok, let me try and explain it better then. Let's take your current situation. First off, you desire a sexual relationship tonight, however you do not desire that relationship to be with your companion. You desire a true relationship with her, however your personal morals, the laws of your land and the reactions of others including your companion, prevent that. Also, should you have a sexual relationship tonight, it may negatively impact your companion's opinion of you. So I am going to change things to ensure that your desires happen." "And how are you going to do that?" Adam asked. Mrellia stepped up close to Adam and smiled a wicked grin as she whispered into Adam's ear, "Watch and learn luv." Mrellia took Adam's arm and led him out of the restroom and back into the crowded restaurant. Suddenly she vanished and Adam found himself standing alone in the doorway. Then he heard her voice in his head. "Do as I say, Adam and all will come to fruition, and do not worry about how others will react. Nothing bad will happen to you from this point on, no one will react negatively to anything you do through me." She led Adam back to his table where Emily awaited him. As Adam approached the table, Emily smiled and stood from her chair. She hugged him close to herself and whispered "What took you so long? I was beginning to get worried?" Adam hugged Emily back, a little surprised by her reaction. He stepped back slightly and looked down at the beautiful girl. Her smiling face caused his heart to once again flutter in his chest. He lifted her chin up to look at him, when he heard Mrellia's voice in his head. "Kiss her Adam." Adam lowered his lips to Emily's as she stood on her tip-toes to raise her's to meet his. When their lips met sparks flew through Adam. He could not believe he was kissing a sixteen year old girl, but he loved it. As they kissed, her lips parted to permit his tongue access to her mouth. He continued to passionately kiss her as their tongues danced and intertwined with each other. He slid his hands down her back and drew her body closer to his. The kiss lasted a few minutes before Adam had to break it off for fear he would lose control. When they separated, Emily laid her head on Adam's chest and breathed in deeply. Adam began to gently rub his fingers through her hair and basked in her scent. Suddenly Emily broke away from Adam, looking at the clock. "Oh, Adam, I am so sorry. I lost track of time, I have to go home. My shift ended a half an hour ago." Emily stated with a pout as she quickly rushed to the hostess's station. Adam watched Emily run off with a look of disappointment. As Emily reached the station she quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and then rushed back to Adam. "This is my cell phone number." She said with a shy grin. "Bye, call me, ok?" Emily stood on her tip-toes and kissed Adam once more before rushing to the back room. As Adam watched Emily head off, he herd Mrellia's voice in his head once again, "See, wasn't that easy?" Adam stood by his table staring, his heart pounding in his chest. "How did that happen?" "Adam, you can't stand here in the middle of the restaurant talking to yourself, but before you go take a look at the people around you." Adam looked around the room and for the first time, noticed the other people in the restaurant. Most of them were families, with a few couples. All of them were smiling and one man looked towards Adam and raised his glass. "No one is upset." That's right Adam, no one cares that you just kissed a sixteen year old girl. As a matter of fact most of the people here are happy that your night ended on a high note. Everyone saw what your date did to you and all of them felt for you." As Adam started walking towards the door he continued his one-sided conversation. "But, I was kissing an underage girl, everyone should have flipped." "As I told you Adam, no one will care about anything you do. I will make it so they will always have a reasonable explanation and will accept anything. Did you also notice however, that you too had no bad feelings about what you did? All your doubts about your feelings for her are gone?" Mrellia said as she appeared beside Adam and took his arm. "Did you do that too?" Adam asked, as he looked at the woman who just appeared beside him. "Yes, your morale dilemma was getting in the way of what you desired. I could not have that, so I removed it." "You removed it?" Adam asked, pulling away from Mrellia "You removed my morale dilemma?" "I told you Adam, my task here is to give you all that you desire. If something comes between that, it must be removed. Don't worry I have not removed all of your morals, Just the ones that caused you difficulties." Adam grabbed Mrellia and spun her to face him "I don't want you removing any morals from me. I was happy the way I was...!" "No you were not Adam, if you were happy the way you were, I would not have been activated and sent to help you." Mrellia replied as she gently separated herself from Adam. "Now, please calm down, you are making a scene." Adam felt himself calming down, his emotions subsiding and suddenly the whole thing did not bother him anymore. "There now that is much better. So let's look into your other desire, to have sex tonight." Mrellia whispered into Adam's ear as she once again took his arm and lead him across the street to the local French restaurant. Adam and Mrellia entered the restaurant arm in arm. Mrellia gently separated her arm from Adam's and smiled at him "Give me a second to get us a seat." She whispered as she walked over to the Maitre D'. She began to speak to the man behind the podium in what Adam assumed was French, then smiled and beckoned Adam over. "It seems we have a reservation, shall we find a table?" she asked him with a smile as the Maitre D' beckoned them to follow him. Adam and Mrellia were led to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. Shadowed and isolated. Mrellia smiled at him as they sat down and the Maitre D' handed them menus. Adam looked around the restaurant and then at Mrellia "Why are we here? I already had dinner, I am not hungry and I definitely cannot afford this place?" Mrellia smiled at Adam and leaned in to whisper seductively into his ear, "We are not here to have dinner; we are here for your dessert. I needed someplace quieter than the street and a little more secluded. This place happens to have a few isolated tables for people who wish to be alone." Adam shuddered as his hormones suddenly kicked into overdrive. As soon as Mrellia had said the word "dessert," he felt a flood of desire fill his entire body, his cock stood at attention in his pants and his heart was pounding in his chest. "What exactly are you planning?," he stammered. "Well my luv, let us see what it is you truly want. Let us look into your true desires. Not the surface ones I detected earlier. Those are too easy, let's look deeper, into the depths of your soul, for the deepest darkest desires that you deny even to yourself, shall we?," Mrellia whispered as she lightly nibbled on Adams ear. Adam shuddered again as he felt Mrellia nibbling on his ear, as well as a slight feather-light touch in the back of his mind. "Mmmmm, Adam, your thoughts are so delicious, so kinky and naughty. Public sex, definitely a good start, you don't want to get caught or seen. Well maybe seen a little, but if you are, you want them to enjoy watching, not get upset about it. Let's dig deeper, ohhh, a threesome that is definitely interesting." Mrellia purred into Adams ear, her fingers sliding down to caress his rigid member. "A mother and daughter, ah, there it is, every man's fantasy, a virgin. Oh honey, you are a kinky one but I am sure you have more, darker secrets, luv. What is it that you even deny yourself?" Adam felt more pressure on his mind, spectral fingers began to caress his thoughts, his dreams, and his resistance began to buckle. Years of conditioning and rearing began to break down. "Oh there they are, so deeply rooted, denied the light they soo need to survive," Mrellia hissed as she continued to stroke his cock. Ha ha, oh luv, that is sooo delicious, a married woman and an underage girl, oh you are a dream come true. I am curious hon, just how young would you be willing to go? Let's see, ohhh wow, I don't think we are quite ready for that, not yet at least. But I have what I need; tonight Adam, you will get your deepest darkest desires. The perfect pair is right here in this restaurant." Adam looked up at Mrellia through the hormone induced fog "What, here, now?" He whispered. "Yes, they are right over there luv." Mrellia purred as she pointed across the room at a family sitting at the next closest table. It appeared to be another isolated table. There were three people sitting there. A rather large muscular man who appeared to be in his late thirties with dark brown hair wearing a slightly ruffled suit, All the buttons of his suit coat were undone and the tie was loosened around his neck. A very attractive blond haired woman wearing a white blouse and black dress skirt, she appeared to be in her thirties as well, and a teen girl in a nice navy blue strapless dress. The man and woman appeared to be in a heated argument. As the man got angrier, he grabbed his tie and tore it off his neck and tossed it at the woman. The girl appeared to be doing her best to ignore the two adults and twirled her fork through her food. Suddenly the man got up from the table and stormed out of the restaurant. Adam looked from the scene to Mrellia, "Did you cause that?" "No luv, I had no need to cause that, it was already destined to happen. I can tell you right now, nothing we do from this point forward will have any impact on that little scene we just witnessed. They are free to do as they or you desire. The husband is now effectively out of the picture, he just does not know it yet. So luv, let's have some fun, shall we? Mrellia took Adam's hand and led him from their table. As they headed across the room she wrapped her arms around Adam and started kissing him passionately. Molding herself to his body, the pair stumbled around the restaurant. A few patrons looked up at what appeared to be two lovers locked in a passionate embrace, some shook their heads and returned to their meals, others watched voyeuristically. The two continued to kiss and touch each other as they crossed the room. Adam lost in a sensual fog of ecstasy and desire, was completely unaware of what he was doing. By the time they approached the lady's table, he had lost complete control of his body to Mrellia. Adam had become an observer in his own body, but the feelings and hormones that coursed through his fogged mind overwhelmed any wish he may have had to stop what was happening. The mother and daughter looked up in surprise as Adam came crashing down into the seat that was once occupied by the angry man. Mrellia dropped into Adam's lap and continued to passionately kiss him. Her fingers running through her hair as Adam's hands caressed her ass through the sundress she was now wearing. Slowly he began to pull the hem of her dress up, revealing the white panties she wore underneath. As his fingers began to slip under the elastic of her panties and caress the soft flesh of her ass, the mother finally broke from her shock and cleared her throat. "Excuse me, do you two mind, my daughter and I are trying to enjoy our dinner," she stated angrily. Mrellia broke her kiss from Adam, who continued to fondle her ass, his fingers sliding deeper into her panties looking for her treasures within. "Oh, hello ladies, how are you this evening? Please don't mind us, it's been forever since we last saw each other and we are making up for lost time," Mrellia purred at them with a grin. "Oh luv look, she has been crying, what is wrong dear? The mother looked at the pair in shock as Adam turned his head to them; his hands had not stopped their lecherous movements in Mrellia's panties, quite the opposite, his fingers had found the treasure they had sought and his middle finger was rubbing along Mrellia's slit, lubricating itself on her juices as he spoke. "Hello, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked with mock sincerity. The mother leaned close to Adam and Mrellia and whispered tensely, "What's wrong, what's wrong, you two are what's wrong. My daughter and I are trying to enjoy our meal and the two of you are making out and all but fucking in my husband's seat," She growled under her breath. Mrellia laughed loudly and looked the mother in the eye. "Was that your husband that just stormed out of here luv? I am sorry, I did not think he would need the seat any more. Besides..." she whispered as she leaned in closer to the mother, "You are enjoying watching us, you like watching. You desire it." As Mrellia whispered this, the mother backed off and blushed. She started to get even angrier, and tossed her napkin from her lap onto her plate. "Well I never..." she stammered. Mrellia looked at the woman with a devilish grin and a twinkle in her eye. "Not yet you haven't luv." She purred as Adam's middle finger slid from her pussy and began to slide into her ass. Slowly Adam slid his finger into Mrellia's ass down to the second knuckle. Mrellia moaned quietly into his chest as pleasure shot through her body. Adam slowly slid his finger out and then back in, gently finger fucking her ass. The mother and daughter watched with morbid fascination. As they watched, Adam took his other hand and pulled Mrellia's panties down exposing her ass and his finger sliding in and out of it. The mother could not help herself; she could not take her eyes off the sight of Adam's finger sliding in and out of Mrellia's ass. She hated it and loved it at the same time. Her attention was brought back to where she was by the loud gasp coming from behind her. She quickly turned around to see her daughter staring at the sight, her fingers covering her mouth. "Oh my god honey, its ok, don't look," the mother stammered as she got out of her seat and went to her daughter. "Come on honey, let's go. You do not need to see this." She grabbed her daughter by her arm and tried to help her from her chair, but the girl did not move, she just stared at the scene in front of her. The mother looked around the room pleadingly, hoping someone would notice what was going on and help. There were no other patrons near them and the few who had a view of what was going on quickly went back to their meals as soon as she looked their way. She silently cursed her husband for asking for an isolated table. "She likes watching too luv, it's no use denying it," Mrellia purred to the woman as Adam continued to finger her ass. "Oh luv, that feels so good, harder, fuck my ass harder." The mother turned towards the couple again with the intent of yelling for them to stop. As soon as she saw them she was lost once again to the sight in front of her. Adam had slid two fingers into Mrellia's ass and was now pounding his fingers in and out of her as fast as he could. The two were once again kissing passionately as he did so. Mrellia broke her kiss with Adam once again and turned her head towards the daughter. "Why don't you come over here child, so you can see better?" she purred seductively in between gasps. The daughter slowly stood up from her chair and walked over to where the couple was lost in their embrace, dragging her chair along with her. Mrellia look over at the girl as she sat down next to them "What's your name, sweety?" Mrellia asked. "Ginger, my name is Ginger." The girl responded, as she continued to stare at the sight in front of her. The mother came over to her daughter and again tried to get her to stand up. "Please Ginger, you really do not need to be watching this, will you two please stop," she pleaded, with tears in her eyes. Adam stopped fingering Mrellia's ass and slid his fingers out. As he did so, Mrellia climbed off his lap and sat in the now unoccupied chair next to them. With a wicked grin she reached down and pulled her panties the rest of the way off. "What is the matter luv, didn't you enjoy the show?" "Enjoy the show?" The mother stammered, "That is my thirteen year old daughter sitting there. I should have the two of you arrested." "But you won't." Mrellia whispered. "You enjoyed watching it too much, and so did she." As Mrellia and the mother debated on whether she would call the cops, Adam scooted his char a little closer to Ginger and slid his fingers along her leg and slightly up her dress. "Hi, my name is Adam. So did you like what you saw?" Ginger flinched at Adams touch and then began to shiver as his fingers lightly rubbed her leg and knee. "Yyess, it was ... I don't know ... I could not stop watching." She looked over at Mrellia. "Did it really feel good?" "GINGER!!" her mother hissed, as she looked around obviously trying not to get noticed now. "What type of question is that?" Mrellia smiled as she watched Adam and Ginger. "A perfectly reasonable question, I have a perfectly reasonable answer. Yes, I thought it felt wonderful but you will not know if you like it until you try it." Ginger gasped at Mrellia's answer and blushed once again, her fingers covering her mouth and she turned her head away from Adam in an attempt to hide her reaction. Adam smiled at her and slid his hand a littler further up her dress, his fingers beginning to caress her inner thigh. In response Ginger unconsciously spread her legs as much as the tight hem of her dress would allow. Mrellia slowly stood up and walked over to the mother. She walked around behind her and slid her fingers onto her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "See she likes the attention. He is not hurting her, just giving her pleasure. I know you, I know your desires, and it is turning you on to watch him touch her." She purred. "Yes, oh God no, but yes." The mother replied tears once again coming to her eyes. "What is your name luv?" Mrellia asked as she began to massage the woman's shoulders. "Jan, my name is Jan." Mrellia smiled and led Jan over to her chair. As Jan sat down, Mrellia continued to rub on her shoulders and then slid her fingers down the woman's blouse to caress her breasts. "You see Jan, it's all going to be ok, just let it come, release your desires and enjoy the moment." Ginger gasped as she watched Mrellia fondle her mother's breasts. She let out another lower gasp as Adam slid the hem of her dress up her legs. "Lift your butt a little Ginger, so I can get your skirt all the way up." Adam purred into the girl's ear. Ginger lifted her ass off the chair just enough for Adam to slide the hem of her dress under and around her ass, revealing her red lacey panties underneath. He spread her legs apart as far as he could in the chair and knelt down between Ginger's legs, his fingers sliding up to caress her panties along her slit. Ginger moaned audibly as Adam began to rub on her pussy lips. Adam could not believe what he was doing; he was molesting a thirteen year old girl right in front of her mother and in the middle of a crowded restaurant. He loved every minute of it, but he knew it was wrong, He needed to stop, but he couldn't. His body was doing things and saying things without his control. Yes, he needed to stop but he did not want to stop, he wanted more. He wanted to taste her, to feel her lips around his cock, to fuck her virgin pussy and ass and he knew he was going to. He was going to fuck her, her mother and Mrellia right here in the middle of this restaurant as other people watched him do it. Mrellia continued to fondle Jan's breasts as she looked up around the room. Two men in the restaurant were watching the sex play that was going on, both men were enjoying what they were witnessing. The older of the two had his eyes on Adam and Ginger. Mrellia could feel the man's desire, he was enjoying watching the girl getting molested and was hoping that Adam would rape her. The other man was a bit more conservative and was simply happy to see three beautiful women getting it on. She could sense in him, a suppressed desire for women to be subjugated to men for sex. He felt it was a woman's place to please a man. Mrellia did not care what they felt as long as they did not interfere and as long as they fed her their desire. Her mission simply started with Adam, one man to be given everything he desired; now she had five to feed her. The Fates knew better than to send a spirit of desire to earth with free reign, but it seemed they did not care what happened to these people as long as the balance was restored. Now that she had Adam, she was free, giving him everything he desired and ensnaring others in her web as she did so. Soon she would have fed enough; soon these repressed slobs would give her so much power. Once she was ready, she could take everything for herself. The Fates would not be able to stop her then and this planet would be consumed in desire. Nothing will matter then, no laws, no morals, not even the day to day needs, just pleasure and desire, a planet for her to rule and to consume. Adam continued to run his fingers along Ginger's pussy as her hips began to buck, he felt her panties become moist and the sent of arousal filled his nose. With an animal-like growl, Adam grabbed the girl's legs and threw them over the chair's arms. Grabbing her hips he pulled her closer to his face and with one quick motion tore her panties off and drove his face into her mons and begins to lick her vigorously, burying his tongue into her pussy and tasting her virgin juices. His tongue swirled round with in her, licking as deep as he could, savoring in her flavors. Ginger continued to thrust her hips, trying to get his tongue deeper into her body. She was lost in the ecstasy she was feeling, nothing mattered to her mind but more pleasure. Mrellia watched as Adam sucked on Ginger's pussy, her hands continuing to stroke on Jan's breast, her fingers sliding up to the buttons, undoing them one by one as she leaned in and whispered into Jan's ear. "He is molesting your daughter now Jan, he is eating her out and soon he will be fucking her virgin cunt. How does that make you feel?" Jan moaned as she laid her head back against Mrellia. "Oh my, that is so hot; it is making me so horny. Please don't stop, I want to see him fuck her. I want to watch him pleasure her; I want to see him make my little girl a woman." Ginger's moans started getting louder as Adam began to lick and suck on her clitoris, Mrellia noticed more people beginning to look in their direction. Luckily none of them were in the proper angle to see what Adam was doing to Ginger, A few started to get up to see who was making the noises. Mrellia got up from behind Jan and approached Ginger. Leaning down she began to nibble on the girl's ear, "My dear child, you need to be quieter, or we will get caught and all of us will be in sooo much trouble." Ginger barely heard Mrellia's voice through the fog of lust and desire filling her brain and she barely noticed the spectral fingers working their way into her mind. Suddenly she could not make a sound, no matter how good it felt or how strong her reactions, her voice would not raise above a squeak. After Ginger's moans died down, it did not take much for Mrellia to extend a fog around the group and turn the curious inquiries back towards their dinners. She regretted having to do this as she lost her two observers as they too were affected by her power. Adam continued to eat Ginger's pussy, his tongue working from the base of her slit to her now engorged clit. As she pressed her hips into his face, he slid his middle finger into her virgin slit, being careful just to put enough in to lube it up but not to break her hymen, that will come later. As this thought went through his mind, something felt wrong to Adam, as he continued to eat out the teen girl, more and more everything that was happening and everything that he was doing seemed wrong. He had to stop this, he had to stop her. Adam suddenly found himself in the bottom of a deep fog-filled pit. He could still feel what his body was doing; he just had no control over it. The sky above him was a view of what his eyes were seeing. He kicked his feet in frustration as he realized the Mrellia had taken complete control of his body and pushed him into the deepest recesses of his mind. He looked up into the air and watched as his mouth rose from Ginger's pussy and rose to kiss her on her lips. He felt his hands unbuckling his belt. He knew he had to stop this. Adam looked along the sides of the pit he was in, tracing every inch of its surface. Finally he found what he sought, hand holds. Slowly and painfully he started to climb his way out of the pit. As he got halfway up the trench, fingerlike tendrils of fog began to form all around him. Trying to grab a hold of him, or knock him from the edge. As he dodged the fingers, he heard Mrellia's voice in his mind. "Oh Adam, what are you doing, you wanted this, you desired this." "Not like this I didn't. You are forcing me to rape them, you Bitch! This is not right, they don't want this and neither do I. Stop it now!" He hollered up into the sky, as he continued to climb the edges of the cliff. He almost slipped as he felt a pleasant sensation on his cock. As he regained his balance on the edge of the cliff, he looked up into the sky and almost fell again at what he saw. Ginger had her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking Adam into her mouth, with each bob of her head she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could not believe she was doing this, she had no idea who he was, and she was sucking his cock. She did not even know how she knew what she was doing. Until now, the most she had ever done was make out with her boyfriend and now she was taking this man's cock into her mouth and trying her best to get it down her throat. Suddenly he started yelling "no" and was pushing her away from his cock. Ginger felt her hands rise and grab his ass, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. Adam finally managed to climb to the summit of his consciousness. As he fought with Mrellia's influence he felt his cock sliding into Ginger's throat. This gave him the strength to overcome Mrellia's influence and take final control of his body. As he tried to separate himself from Ginger, the teen grabbed his ass and drove his cock all the way into her mouth, burying her nose into his pubic hair. Adam felt his balls tighten and his cock unloaded into her throat, Ginger sucked and swallowed every drop. She continued to grab and hold his ass until he was done cumming. As soon as he was done, she let him go and pulled her mouth from his cock, coughing and gasping. Adam finally had complete control of his body and mind. He grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them up. As he was buckling his belt, he turned on a shocked Mrellia. "Let them go now!!" he growled at her. Mrellia looked around the darkened restaurant making sure no one saw or overheard Adam's outburst. "Adam luv, why are you so angry? They want this, and so do you. I can feel it inside you and them." She purred as she slid her fingers into Jan's blouse and pulled her breasts from her bra. Adam leapt over to Mrellia and yanked her hands from the woman's breasts. Quickly he dragged her away from the two women and pushed her against the wall. "Let them go now!" he growled. Suddenly Adam found himself standing in a bright room, the floor covered in mist. He could see several very attractive women in gossamer gowns standing around the room staring at him. His fingers were still wrapped around Mrellia neck. He looked over at Mrellia and quickly let go of her neck. She dropped to the floor, coughing and backing away from Adam. "Why are we here how did you..." she gasped. Out of the crowd, three voices speaking in unison cut through the air, "He did not bring you here, we did." Three figures emerged from the mist. They were dressed in black hooded robes, as they approached Adam and Mrellia, they pulled back their hoods and spoke once more. "Hello Adam Hunter, we are the Fates and you have our attention." https://www.patreon.com/jamesmarcus This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The Fateless, ch 3: Lust Written by James Marcus https://www.patreon.com/jamesmarcus Adam still felt anger, he was sure that once he had stopped Miranda, that the unnatural anger he felt would dissipate. He looked down at his newest slave as she lay on the ground at his feet. He knelt down and shook her a few times. When she did not move he began to lightly slap her. "Wake up Miranda!" He growled. Miranda stirred and then jumped away from Adam. She looked at him with fear. "What have you done to me?" "I think I bound your fate to mine. Somehow I severed your thread from the weave while it was bound to me. If I remember what Clotho told me correctly you are now bound to me forever, your fate is mine to do with as I please." Miranda cringed at the thought "Why, why have you done this to me?" She asked as tears began to form in her eyes. "Why! You have the gall to ask me why!" Adam yelled as he pointed to the unconscious form of Mrellia. "That is why, you attacked me, and in return I attacked her. You are lucky I stopped at binding you to me. I was tempted to cut your thread entirely. I still might, unless you tell me why I am still getting angry." Miranda sighed, "It's the Rage curse. It is one of our abilities, it makes the victim slowly become angrier and angrier until they explode in a rage. Until it runs its course there is no way to stop it." Illisis looked at Miranda and Adam. "That is not, entirely true Adam. There is one other way to break a Spirit of Anger's curse, but you won't like it." "What is that?" Adam asked his impatience growing. "You need to break the effect of the rage with another emotion, one just as powerful. The only one we have at our disposal currently is desire." Adam scowled at Illisis and shook his head in an attempt to control his temper. "And just who am I supposed to inflict this on?" He growled through clenched teeth. Illisis simply looked at Miranda "Let the punishment fit the crime." Miranda began to shake her head and tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. "No, please, no, no, no." Adam could not believe what he was hearing from Illisis. Her voice broke through his rage and into his thoughts, "She did this to you, it is only right that she be involved in correcting it. Who else would you suggest, Ginger, Jan, Mrellia while she is unconscious, myself? It is only right that the punishment fit the crime. You do not have to truly force yourself on her. You can use your aura, open the pipe that is feeding her, and fill her with desire for you. It will in turn fill you with desire for her. Once your mutual desire is sated you will be free of the Rage curse." Adam could not believe what Illisis was telling him, but he knew that he had to do something, turning to Miranda, Adam tried his best to concentrate on his aura. His concentration kept slipping and his mind kept drifting back to his anger at Mrellia. Slowly, bit by bit, he was able to open the link to his aura. As the desire for and from the women slowly overpowered his rage Adam found he was able to concentrate on his aura better. "Adam, stop you are effecting all of us, you want to effect only Miranda." Illisis gasped to his left. Adam tried to concentrate on the feeds to Illisis and Mrellia, he could not seem to get a hold of them, passion and desire poured from and into his body. The flood of emotion pushed the tendrils larger and larger. Adam felt himself becoming more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. Illisis walked over to him and grabbed him by his shoulders and drug him to the ground their lips locking in a passionate kiss as she fought with the zipper of his jeans. Another set of fingers began to stoke along Adams cock, as Miranda joined in to help Illisis remove Adams pants. Illisis broke her kiss with Adam panting with desire. Only to be replaced by a bruised Mrellia. "Finally, I get some release." Mrellia purred into Adam's ear as she brought her lips to his. "I did not think you had it in you my love." After a few tries, Illisis and Miranda managed to free Adams cock from his pants. As Miranda engulfed his inflating cock in her mouth, Illisis pulled Adam's pants from his legs and tore his underwear from his body. Miranda quickly started sucking as much of Adam's cock into her mouth as she could, her head bobbing up and down its full length, her tongue licking along the shaft and across the bulbous tip, lapping up his pre-cum as fast as it was produced. Illisis's hands massaged Adam's balls while she moved Adam's legs apart so that she could get between them and lean in to lick the base of his cock and his testicles. Mrellia lifted her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, she lowered her cunt to Adam's mouth as Adam began to lick and suck on her pussy. His fingers slid in-between the woman's lips quickly becoming coated in her juices. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated, Adam slid them from her and pushed them into her ass. Adam quickly sucked Mrellia's engorged clit into his mouth and started licking on the tip, while his fingers slid in and out of Mrellia's ass. Suddenly Mrellia began convulsing in orgasmic bliss as her body was overcome by Adam's manipulations. The manipulations of Adams cock and balls by Illisis and Miranda were causing Adam much difficulty as he felt his balls start to tingle; he was going to cum soon. Knowing he had two more women to take care of he pulled Mrellia's limp body off of his face and tried to sit up. Miranda looked up at Adam with eyes filled with passion as her head continued to bob on his swollen blood engorged cock. Adam fell back against the floor as he felt Illisis tongue his balls. She sucked them into her mouth and licked them vigorously. Adam knew if he did not stop them soon he was going to cum in Miranda's talented mouth. He was not ready to finish just yet. "Miranda, Illisis, stop please." The two women barley heard Adams please, after a few seconds of thinking about math equations; Adam was able to regain his composure enough to pull himself away from the two women. They stared at him with madden desire as Adam ordered Miranda to get on all fours with her ass in the air. Once her ass and pussy came into view He grabbed his rock hard cock and guided it into Miranda's dripping snatch. With a single push he felt his cock slid into her, almost immediately he felt resistance to his intrusion and with a shock he realized that she was still a virgin. Adam pulled his cock out of her and ordered Illisis to suck it. The blond Spirit quickly grabbed his cock and sucked it into her warm moist mouth, Illisis took in as much of Adams cock as she could, licking and sucking until it slid into her throat, Adam almost came right then. Adam slid his fingers into Miranda's pussy once again coating them in lubrication. Once he felt they were sufficiently coated he pulled them from her and pushed them into Miranda's ass, using her own juices to lubricate her. Once Adam felt that Miranda was sufficiently lubricated he pulled his cock from Illisis's mouth and guided it into Miranda's ass. He pressed his cock slowly in. With each stroke he was able to move another inch deeper into her. Miranda tossed her head back and moaned as Adam fucked his cock in and out. After a few more strokes Adam felt his balls slap against Miranda's cunt as their hips came together with his seven-inch cock buried completely in her ass. "Fuck me, Fates yes, fuck my ass, fuck me harder." Miranda screamed as her arms turned to rubber and she laid her face on the floor. As Adam fucked into Miranda's tight ass he looked over to Illisis, who was viciously masturbating herself while she watched. "Are you a virgin too Illisis?" He asked "Yes I am but it is yours my love, take it. Please fuck me now." Adam continued to fuck his cock into Miranda, using every trick he could think of not to cum but her ass was just to much for him and he blew his first load into her ass, as she orgasmed around his cock. Adam pulled out of Miranda and looked down at his cock. The smell was overpowering. Mrellia quickly grabbed a cloth napkin from the nearby table and soaked it in the water glasses. Using the now wet cloth, she cleaned his cock off and then began to suck it back to hardness. Once Adam was again ready to go, she smiled up at him "As a Spirit of Desire I have had to do much worse my love. Now go fuck Illisis before you drive her mad." Illisis crawled across the floor towards Adam and pushed him onto his back. She straddled his chest and kissed him passionately, their tongues dueling in his mouth. Grabbing his cock she guided it to her waiting cunt and slid down. As he felt her moist lips engulf his rod, he let out a moan. She smiled at him as they broke their kiss and she completely impaled herself on his cock. Adam felt his cock tear through her maidenhead and bury itself deep within her body. Her cervix stopped his cock head painfully. Illisis laid her body back down onto Adams chest and passionately kissed him once again as she rocked her hips and fucked her recently plucked cherry on his cock. It did not take Adam long to get the rhythm of his thrusts to match hers. After a few strokes Adam rolled Illisis onto her back and started fucking her pussy as hard as he could. Illisis tossed her head back with a moan of pleasure as Adam began to fuck her with a vengeance. Adam lowered his lips to Illisis's breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking vigorously with his tongue. Illisis started to buck as the sensations ran through her body. Her fingers clawed at the carpeting and her back arched as she let out a scream of passion and multiple orgasms tore through her. She continued to scream and thrash as Adam started to work on her other breast. Adam fucked her through two more orgasms before he felt the tell-tail tightening of his balls that meant he was about to cum. With one last thrust of his cock deep into Illisis, his cock pumped spurt after spurt of his fertile seed deep into her waiting womb as Illisis was once again caught in throws of orgasmic bliss. As Adam came down from his orgasm, he felt a strange sensation in his chest. As if something or someone was pulling at him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation. It took a few seconds before he realized it was his string of fate. A choice needed to be made, he was at a crossroads. He had just cum in Illisis and she was ovulating, he needed to decide if he was going to become a dad or not. He opened his eyes and smiled at his love, rolling off of her and onto his back. He looked at her and grinned. "Congratulations, mom." He whispered to her as he brought his fingers up to caress her cheek. Illisis gave Adam a confused look as she lay panting on the floor of the restaurant. Her eyes grew large with understanding. She brought her hands to her stomach where she could feel the energies of the life that was just now forming. She smiled and closed her eyes, basking in the glow and pleasure of the new life. Turning her head to Adam her smile grew and her eyes filled with tears. "I am going to have your baby. I love you Adam." She whispered to him as tears of joy streamed down her cheek to fall upon the carpeted floor. Miranda and Mrellia felt the energy of the new life forming in Illisis's womb and smiled at their sister. Both women were panting, covered in sweat from their recent activities. Miranda ran her fingers along Illisis's naked body to her stomach and smiled. "Congratulations, sister." She whispered as she kissed Illisis on the cheek. Adam suddenly sat up and looked around. "Oh crap, what the hell are we doing?" He exclaimed as he jumped to his feet and started throwing the women's clothes at them. "Get dressed, we still have a lot of work to do." He helped Illisis to her feet and kissed her passionately. "I love you too, and I wish we had more time to enjoy the moment, but right now we need to get time started back up for all these people and try to save a family." He exclaimed as he pulled on his underwear and reached for his pants. Adam quickly finished getting dressed and watched impatiently as the others followed suit. Once everyone was dressed he went into damage control mode and had Mrellia start cleaning up the left over mess of their recently completed orgy. He turned to Miranda and had her straiten up the table and chairs as he headed to the back room of the restaurant to find some air freshener. Once everything was straitened up and cleaned. Adam had Miranda and Illisis go invisible and positioned himself and Mrellia as close to their original location as possible. "What do I do now?" He beseeched Mrellia. She gave him a wicked grin "Just will time to start again." She replied as she brought his hands to her neck "Remember you were choking me luv, and you were very angry with me." She purred in his ear. Adam did his best to ignore her as he closed his eyes and willed time to start. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds of conversation and the clatter of plates, dishes and silverware. Adam let go of Mrellia's neck and turned to Ginger and Jan. They both stared at him with looks of shock that bordered on fear. He quickly approached Jan. "Jan you and Ginger need to follow me, Thomas is in trouble and needs your help." Jan turned white as a ghost and stared at Adam. "What are you talking ab....?" She started to say. "No time for questions, your husband is in danger. Follow me NOW!" He yelled as he grabbed her by her arm and headed for the exit. The maitre d' quickly approached the group in an attempt to intercept them. Adam turned to Mrellia, "Take care of him, and I mean pay our bill, we don't need any more trouble." He growled as he dodged around the man and headed out of the restaurant still dragging a stunned Jan by the arm. As Adam exited the restaurant, Jan suddenly came to a stop. Adam spun around to see a rather large man holding onto Jan by her waist. "Is this man hurting you Miss?" The man asked as he glared at Adam. Adam released Jan's wrist and glared at the interloper. He new the man was only trying to help what appeared to be a woman in distress, but he knew they did not have time. He also could feel the hands of fate involved in the man's actions. The Fates were actively working against him, trying to prevent him from saving Jan's husband's life. He did not care, he had to try, everything that he was screamed it. As he got close to the man Adam knew he was out matched physically. The man had a good eight inches on him in height and a good foot in girth. "This is none of your concern, I am simply trying to get the lady and her daughter to her husband. He has been injured and needs them right now." He growled. Jan looked up at the man and smiled. "It's alright sir, he is a friend. Thank you for your concern." The giant released Jan and stepped out of Gingers way. "If you say so, but if you need any help I will be here for a while." He stated giving Adam a knowing glare. Adam grabbed Jan by her arm once again and practically dragged her down the street. Ginger rushed behind them trying her best to keep up, tears streaming down her face. "What is going on, how do you know my dad is in trouble?" She asked through her tears. "I just do, I can't explain it right now, and I am sorry about what happened earlier, I can not explain that right now either, but I promise as soon as I can I will." He stated looking back at the teen. "Miranda where the hell am I going, where is Thomas going to get stabbed?" He said in his mind. Miranda guided Adam the two and a half blocks to the alley where Thomas was to meet his fate. As the rounded the last corner and the alley came into view, they heard a scream and a young teen came running out of the alley. Her blouse was torn and there was a large bruise forming on her cheek. She was screaming almost incoherently for help. Adam let go of Jan's hand and ran up to the girl "What happened, what's wrong he yelled at the near frantic girl." She stared at him in terror and jumped away from his touch. "Down the alley, they tried to rape me...He tried to help... They stabbed him..." She cried as her heal caught on the curb and she fell back landing hard on her ass. Adam turned towards Ginger, "Call 911 and try and help her." He yelled. Grabbing Jan by the arm again he ran as fast as he could down the alley. They got ten feet into the darkening alley when Jan started yelling and trying to pull free from Adam's grip. There lying in the middle of the alley was her husband, Thomas Winters, with a large hunting knife sticking out of his gut. Adam released her and she ran to her husband. "Oh My God! Thomas!" She yelled dropping to her knees next to him. Adam ran up to her and quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her from pulling the knife out. "Don't, if you pull it out he will bleed to death." He said as he looked further down the alley to see two forms rounding the corner. "Wait here for the ambulance." Adam stood up and ran after the fleeing youths. He rounded the bend and saw them fleeing down the street. The crowd was hindering their flight. Adam had no such issue, with a thought everything stopped. He ran down the street after them. Just as he got within ten steps of the would-be rapists, he reached out and took their fates in his hand. Reading them he made a quick decision and allowed time to flow once more. The two teens started running again, The younger of the two looked back and saw that Adam had almost reached them, the quickly took a left turn and attempted to jump over a small rough iron fence, Adam twisted his fate and the young man came to a sudden and painful stop as his foot became caught in the fence and his ankle snapped. The Second teen heard his friend screaming behind him and turned to see what had happened. With another twist of fate from Adam, the young man failed to notice the police officer that was rounding the corner and collided with her. The two fell in a jumbled heap. The teen's head collided with the sidewalk and he lost conciseness. Adam smiled as he rolled the unconscious teen off of the police officer and helped her to her feet. "What the hell is going on?" she asked looking with concern at the unconscious youth and the second one lying a few yards away with what appeared to be a broken leg. "I am glad you are here officer." Adam panted. "These two boys just tried to rape a young girl in an alley back there and stabbed a guy who tried to help her." ""What!" She exclaimed grabbing for her radio to call for assistance. Adam continued to pant as if he had been running for a while; bending at the waist and grabbing his knees as if he was exhausted. "Yeah!" In his mind he was telling Mrellia everything he was saying and asking her to ensure that Ginger and Jan knew their parts. The officer pulled out her hand-cuffs and started cuffing the unconscious boy when Ginger came running up with tears in her eyes. "Did you get them? Are these the guys that stabbed my dad?" Adam looked at the teen and grimaced, "Yes Hun. Come on we need to get you back to your dad. You need to be with him right now." He said as he turned to guide Ginger back to her dad. "Sir, I need to ask you some questions." The Officer replied as she grabbed Adam's arm. Adam looked at the officer "I am sure they can wait, her father is lying in an alley with a knife in his gut, I am not going anywhere, just taking her back to her dad." She let go of Adam's arm with a nod. Adam and Ginger headed back to her dad, she was clutching onto Adam crying the entire way. All Adam could do was run his fingers through her long blond hair and kiss her forehead. They rounded the alley as the ambulance was arriving. Ginger broke from Adam's grip and ran back down the alley to her father and mother, crying the entire way. Miranda formed to Adams right with tears in her eyes. She looked up at him "I never knew, I swear I never knew it was like this. It was always just a job. I never stayed around to see the results of my missions." She cried as she grabbed Adams arm. Illisis formed on his left, "I never get used to this. I hate this part." She said sadly as she looked at Miranda. "We always had cleanup you know. We were not allowed to talk about it. They did not want it affecting the others. It was always, Empathy and Conscience that were left to pick up the pieces. Oh you guys got to come later after the crying was done and get them riled up about how horrible it was, fill them with righteous rage, but we always have to put them back together." She said with tears streaming down her face. Adam could see Mrellia with Jan and Ginger. She was holding the two crying women as the paramedics worked on their husband and father. Adam heard her voice in his head "Why does it hurt so much?" "Because it does." Was all he could say. The paramedics loaded Thomas into the ambulance as Illisis and Miranda once again became invisible. Adam approached the three ladies in the alley with grim determination. Jan turned to Adam with tears in her eyes. "How did you know?" "I can not go into that now, but as I promised earlier all will be explained. Please go with your husband, I will follow with Ginger. He needs you right now. GO!" Jan gave him a quick hug. "Thank you." She whispered in his ear as she gave him a kiss on his cheek and then rushed off to the waiting ambulance. As the Ambulance left the alley lights and sirens blaring, a male officer approached the three. "Hello, I am Officer Rollins. I have a few questions I need to ask you before you leave." He stated. Adam looked at the officer with a sigh. "Will this take long? I would really like to get her to the hospital where she can be with her mother." "No sir, I just need your statement as to what happened. I already have most of the information from the young woman that was originally accosted." Adam, Mrellia and Ginger gave the officer an abbreviated statement on the incident. They left out any mention on what happened at the restaurant, simply stating that Adam had joined them after Thomas left in anger. When asked how he knew Thomas was in trouble, he replied, "I am not sure, I just got a bad feeling and followed it." Officer Rollins nodded his head, this was not the first time he had heard that explanation and he was sure it would not be his last. He himself had had similar feelings in the past, so he understood. "Officer Menendez asked me to thank you for your assistance in apprehending the two would be rapists." Officer Rollins replied as he held out his hand. Adam shook the officer's hand and then led Ginger and Mrellia away from the alley. As the three walked down the street towards Adam's car, Ginger leaned up against him, tears still coming down her cheeks. As Adam leaned back into her she quickly took his hand in hers. Adam felt a jolt run through his body as she squeezed his hand. When they got to his old beat up Civic Adam held the passenger door open for the two ladies. Mrellia approached Adam with a smile and kissed him on the cheek as she spoke to him with her thoughts. "I am not suited for this kind of stuff, I will see you back at the house." Adam frowned at Mrellia. "Are you sure? You're human now and you should get used to dealing with this kind of stuff." Mrellia smiled back and hugged him "I know, but not right now. Right now they need you. Fate will not let him go that easily." As she thought this last part she smiled at him hugged Ginger and walked off. Looking over her shoulder she said aloud "I'll meet you back at your house Adam." Ginger climbed into the car and Adam closed the door and come around to his side. He was surprised to find his door unlocked when he got there. Adam started up the engine and quickly headed to the hospital. Once they got there, they found Jan in the waiting room crying. Ginger ran to her mother, and Adam feared the worst. "How is he?" Jan looked up to Adam. "He is still in surgery, that's all I know." Adam sat down in the chair next to Ginger and they waited. The two women were crying hard. As they waited Adam tried to reach out to Thomas's fate, but it slipped through his fingers every time. He could not read, nor affect it in any way. After over an hour of waiting, a nurse came out and called for Jan. Jan and Ginger both jumped up and headed to the Nurse. Adam started to stand up but thought better of it and sat back down. Jan and the nurse talked for a bit and then started to the back. Ginger looked over at Adam and then rushed over to him and grabbed his hands. "Come on." Adam reluctantly allowed the young teen to lead him to the back behind Jan and the nurse. They were led to a private room, where the Dr. and a Chaplin waited for them. As soon as Jan saw the Chaplin she started wailing and fell to her knees. Ginger let go of Adam's hands and fell to her feet beside her mom holding her. The Dr. gave his condolences and said things about how they tried everything but the injuries were too severe. Adam was not listening, His mind was filling with anger at his helplessness. What was the use of giving him the abilities if he could not use them when he needed to? As Adam grew angry with the Fates, He heard Illisis's voice in his head. "They told you some things you would not be allowed to change my love. His fate was already locked in. Be heartened by the fact that they allowed you to lessen their pain and give them one last moment with him." Adam, growled and the Chaplin looked at him. Adam shook his head to waive the man off. "I can not help but feel responsible, if I had not let Mrellia control me, if I had not fooled around with them in the restaurant..." "They would have sat there and finished their dinner, Remember Jan was angry at him, she would have finished their dinner and then expecting he had left probably taken a taxi home. They would not have found out until much later what had happened to him and then would have lost their chance to say goodbye. You righted the wrong as best you could. Please do not beat yourself up over this. They need you now." "Me? Why the hell would they need me?" Adam could feel Illisis smile. "They need someone to help them pick up the pieces of their life. Jan's husband is gone, Gingers father. For some reason after the incident and the attack they have latched onto you. I can feel their compassion for you. I do not know why, maybe it is because you tried to help. Or a left over from the desire they felt. But they will now turn to you. I know it, I feel it. You need to be here for them." The Chaplin was doing his best to console the two grieving women. But neither one was listening to him. After a bit he stood back and continued to wait. The Dr. chose this moment to make his escape. Adam walked up to the two and sat down beside Jan. She looked up to him and threw her arms around him. "What am I going to do? I can't go on without him. He was everything." She cried into his shoulder. Adam did not know what to say he just put his arms around her and held her tight. Ginger came around to Adam's other side and hugged onto him as well. The Chaplin did not stay much longer than the Dr.; seeing he was not needed he too made his exit. The three sat there in the private room for a while like that, the two women crying and holding onto Adam, Adam doing his best to comfort them. After a bit Jan finally got herself composed and smiled. "Thank you, I am so confused right now, but thank you for being here." "Not a problem. It's the least I can do." Adam replied guiltily. Ginger continued to snuggle against Adam, her crying had subsided and she was slowly falling asleep in his arms. Jan smiled down at her daughter. "Today has been too much for her. Is it ok if I leave her here with you for a bit? I need to go see him." Jan asked with concern for her daughter. Adam tried his best to smile, tears were threatening to well up in his eyes. "She will be fine, I promise to be good. Go, go see your husband. We will be here waiting for you." As he laid Gingers sleeping head onto his lap and began to run his fingers through her hair. He sat there for a while, running his fingers through her hair. "What am I going to do?" He thought to himself as he looked down at the young teen sleeping in his lap. "Yesterday I was nobody working in a dead end job. No hope of a family or a future. Now I am a near immortal being with powers beyond my wildest dreams. I have three beautiful women who respond to my every whim, a young sixteen-year-old girl who appears to be falling in love with me and now a beautiful woman and her daughter who just lost the most important person in their lives and are turning to me to help them." As Adam sat there contemplating all the things that had happened to him and those around him today he felt himself growing tired. He too had had an emotional rollercoaster ride. He laid his head on the back of the couch and gave in to his fatigue. He was startled awake by a hand on his shoulder. He jolted up, but was pushed back into the couch by the hand on his shoulder. "Shh, you will wake her up." Whispered Jan. Adam looked down at Ginger sleeping peacefully with her head in his lap. He started running his fingers through her long blond hair. Lightly tickling her ears as his fingers ran though them. Adam looked up at Jan. "So you do what you needed to do?" "Yeah." She whispered as she sat down next to Adam. Gently she brought her hand to Gingers shoulder and shook her awake. "Ginger, sweety, its time to go." Ginger slowly came awake and looked towards her mom. "Ok." She grumbles as she lifted herself from Adams lap, rubbing her eyes and started crying again. Jan jumped up and quickly took her daughter in her arms. "Oh sweety, I know, we will get through this some how." "Oh mom, I want to see him, I want to say goodbye." She cried. Jan held her daughter to her as she cried and looked towards Adam. "I'll wait right here, once you two are ready let me know." Jan and Ginger headed out from the private room as Adam once again laid his head against the back of the couch. Just as he was starting to fall asleep he was jolted awake by the sound of crying. He looked up to see Jan and Ginger returning to the room. Ginger was clinging to her mom. "Is she going to be ok?" Jan looked up. "Yeah, she just needs to get home and get some sleep." Adam led the two women to his car and drove them home. They pulled up to a nice two-story home in the outskirts of town. As they pulled into the driveway Jan turned to Adam. "Can you please stay the night? It's late and I would feel better with someone else in the house." "I am not sure if that is a good idea. You and Ginger have been through a lot today. The things I did earlier, I am not going to make excuses about them and they were not appropriate..." Jan put her finger to Adams lips to quiet him. "Adam, I have no idea what happened at the restaurant, and right now I don't care. What I do know is that when we needed help you were there. You tried to save Thomas and thanks to you we both got to say goodbye. If it were not for you the men who killed him would have gotten away. Please stay the night." "Are you sure, I mean you two have been through a lot?" "Yes, Adam, besides you owe us an explanation for what happened today, how you knew Thomas was in trouble." Jan replied, trying her best to smile as tears once again welled up in her eyes. "Ok I'll stay." Adam replied. Adam heard Illisis's voice in his head "Good for you Adam, they need you. They need this." "Yes Adam, remember they are still connected to you." Mrellia stated. "They will turn to you now that Thomas is gone, to fill the void in their lives. Do not be surprised if things get a little weird tonight." "What do you mean by weird Mrellia?" Adam asked with concern "Desire is one of the few emotions that stems from or leads to every other one. They are linked to you by a shared desire. They both have had a rollercoaster of emotional responses today. That link and your aura may cause them to turn to you for other forms of comfort." Mrellia replied. "Be careful Adam, they need you tonight, how they respond to that need is up to them. Do not turn them away. Or you may do more harm than you intend. Remember the saying the road to hell is paved with good intentions." Illisis whispered into his ear as he felt her presence fade away. Adam was a little astonished at what he had heard. They could not have meant what he thought they meant. Her husband had just died, there was no way that Jan would want to... Adam's thoughts were interrupted by Jan "Are you ok Adam, you look like something is bothering you?" "No I am fine, I was just thinking. Trying to work in my head if it really is a good idea for me to go into that house with you tonight?" Jan smiled at Adam as her face got inches from Adam's. "And why would it not be a good idea for you to come into the house with me?" She whispered. Adam took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her sweat, perfume and arousal. "This is why, your husband just died and..." Jan pulled back from Adam as if he had slapped her and looked hurt. "Fine, don't come in. Can you at least give me long enough to get the front door unlocked and help me get Ginger inside?" Adam looked toward the back seat where Ginger was sprawled out, once more sleeping soundly. He looked back at Jan who was sitting in the front seat crying. "Jan I am sorry, I didn't mean anything bad. Let me help you get Ginger in and then we can sit and talk." Jan wiped the tears from her eyes and quickly nodded. Adam got out of the car and came around to Jan's side of the car. He opened her door and helped her from her seat. As she came to her feet she stumbled and fell into his arms. Adam helped her to her feet as he stared into her eyes. He felt a skip in the beat of his heart and then he was kissing her. Jan returned his kiss with passion, her body melting into his. As they broke the kiss, Jan blushed and quickly pulled herself from Adam's arms. "Let me get the door." She stammered as the headed around Adam to the front door. Adam went back to the car and gently woke Ginger. "Hun you are home, you need to get up so we can get you in the house." Ginger rubbed her eyes and moaned, to be left alone. She started to curl up on the back seat, then looked over at Adam and smiled. "Hi Adam." Adam gently took her hand and helped her from his car. Ginger looked Adam in the eyes as she stood up, the smile on her face grew and she leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Adam, for everything." She whispered as she put her arms around Adam and let him walk her into the house. Adam and Jan helped a very tired Ginger to her room. As Jan started helping ginger remove her clothing to prepare for bed, Adam left the room "I'll be down stairs." Jan looked over to Adam with a conspiratorial grin. "Oh, ok if you want to go, I'll meet you down there once I get her in bed." As Adam headed down the stairs he once again wondered why he was here and were they really flirting with him? Adam sat on the couch to wait. After about twenty minutes Jan cam down stairs to join Adam, she had changed as well, into a black silk negligee and a see-through shawl. Adam felt a lump in his throat as she carefully sat next to him. "Ok Adam I believe you have a story to tell me." She said with a slight smile and a twinkle in her eye. https://www.patreon.com/jamesmarcus This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

<html> <head> <meta http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <meta name=Generator content="Microsoft Word 12 (filtered)"> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;} @font-face {font-family:Tahoma; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";} .MsoChpDefault {font-size:10.0pt;} /* Page Definitions */ @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> </head> <body lang=EN-US> <div class=WordSection1> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>The Engineer</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Another story by 2Perverse</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>WARNING: This is a story of Dark fantasy, depicting extreme violence and perverse acts in graphic detail. Although it is pure fiction and does not contain any true events, many readers will find this story offensive or disturbing. If you are not looking for extreme dark fantasy with elements of violence and perversion, this story is not for you.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Story Codes: M/Ff+ nc torture mod hardcore extreme violence teen</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Synopsis: A man makes a hobby out of designing, engineering, and building useful gadgets using women as living components.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve whistled a happy tune as he backed the large black cargo van into his garage and flicked the remote to close the heavy steel roll-down door. Seven days of careful hunting, and a gruelling 14 hour drive home was finally over, but it had been well worth the effort! As the door clanged down he hopped out of the van and walked around to open the back doors and retrieve his precious cargo. Inside, a coffin sized heavy wooden box was bolted securely to the van floor. Muffled cries and weak thumps against the solid wood could be heard from inside. Steve unlatched and then opened a small access panel on the top, back end of the box, reached in quickly and delivered a light jab with his tazer. A sharp gasp escaped the box and then there was silence once more.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Flipping down the narrow end of the box facing the back door of the van, Steve reached inside. Grabbing a fist full of golden blonde hair, he pulled his new beauty out of the box. Not quite 5 feet tall, and less than 80 pounds, the girl was stunningly beautiful, even with smeared eye-liner, tears, and grit from the long journey in the box covering her face. After pulling her out of the box, Steve lifted and slung her now limp body over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Long, slender legs were gripped firmly in each hand, and the ruff of her blue and white cheerleader skirt covering her slender hips and extremly narrow waist brushed his cheek. He could feel hard nipples and firm C cup breasts pressing into his back as she hung limply over his shoulder. The girl was just 17 years old, a high school junior he'd managed to snatch walking home after a friday night ball game. A few years younger than the other two, but she'd do nicely to complete the project. Through the door into the house, down the stairs into the basement, through the hidden, sound-proof panel in the back wall, and down the long corridor behind, Steve carried his lovely new acquisition. Setting her down for a moment, he opened the six separate dead bolts in the massive steel and wood door at the end of the hallway, then, pushing hard, slowly opened the portal to his private dungeon slash workshop.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Lifting the girl once more, he carried her inside and laid her out face down on a waist high work table in the middle of the room. Soft whimpering could be heard from a pair of locked wooden boxes in one corner. Steve took a minute to securely bar the door to the corridor and then moved over the lock boxes. Pressing down on a big red button at the end of each box, he held it in for a slow count to 30.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Mmmmmmmmmmm!!&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>and</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;NnnoooowwwmmMM!&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Shrilled intently from inside as 240 volts of A/C current was sent through a pair of gator clipped clitoris', down strapped together slender legs, and grounded out through each girl's big toes.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Letting up a last, Steve groweled &quot;Be Quiet!&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve considered going up to catch a nap, but decided he was just too keyed up to sleep, so he proceeded to the preparation of his new prize. First, a pair of thick zip ties secured the girl's arms behind her back, wrists touching the opposite inner arm and wrenched cruelly tight. Next he secured her temporarily to the table top using three belts passing through narrow slits on either side of her waist and chest. A few swift wratchets on the strap locks and she was locked down like concrete. Lastly, he pressed her ankles together into a leather strap bolted to one end of the table and cinched it tightly closed. </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Now, lets start having some fun&quot; he muttered to himself. Moving to the opposite end of the table he broke open an amonia tablet under the girl's nose to wake her up.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Ga!&quot; she cried out at the smell, then began discovering her predicament. Eyes flashed wide and heart raced as she awoke in a strange room. She immediately began thrashing and screaming, testing the bonds that held her in place.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve just smiled, watching her face intently as her terror grew and grew. He gave her two or three whole minutes to fully realize that she was completely helpless, and then strolled to the other end of the table, running his fingers lightly down her back and creamy smooth bare legs as he went.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Don't touch me!&quot; She screamed as his fingers lingered for a moment on her small, firm ass. Reaching the end of the table, he leaned forward and thrust both hand up into her tiny skirt, pressing his fingers into the rim of her panties and then began to slowly pull them down towards her ankles.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Stop it! No NO!&quot; she screamed as Steve slowly pulled at the panties, sliding them down over her tiny butt to her upper thigh. Thrashing madly against the bonds that held her in place, she managed to wiggle enticingly as he continued slowly sliding downward, giving Steve a serious hard on by the time he had reached the girl's knees. Realizing her futility, she began sobbing softly to herself, &quot;please.. Nooo.. Don't.. &lt;Sniff&gt;&quot; as Steve inched the panties down her calves all the way to the ankle restraints.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Reaching back up inside her skirt he drew another indignant shriek of protest by giving each ass cheek a brutal pinching. Neading her butt cheeks in each fist for a minute, he enjoyed the way the girl's frantic struggles jiggled her lovely posterior. Moving on, he gripped the hem of her skirt in each hand and began slowly inching it down to join her panties. Steve was having a hard time containing himself by the time skirt joined panties around her ankles. The girl's struggles cresendo'd from panic to outright frenzie as she found herself completely naked from naval to toe!</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Enjoying the view, he had to take a few minutes to cool down or run the risk of exploding on the spot. After 5 minutes or so, the girl had settled down to a low whimper, trembling uncontrollably, and Steve found himself ready to continue.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Picking up a sharp set of fabric shears he moved to the other end of the table. Tear swollen eyes barely recognized his presence, but the girl began wailing shrilly at his touch as he inserted the scissors into her sleeveless blouse, from shoulder to neck. A quick snip, followed by another on the other side, and the blouse was now just a tube of cloth. Gripping the bottom edge, Steve </span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>began slowly pulling the shirt down the girl's quivering body. It took some care to work it under the restraining straps, but he kept at it, sliding and tugging until the shirt pooled around the girl's ankles with the rest. One more snick of the shears in the middle of her back, and the last strip of clothing, a snug sports bra, fell open to either side. Fully exposed now from head to toe, goosebumps raised from the cool air, the girl pressed her face down into the tabletop, whimpering and pleading in denial.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve moved to her head again and got himself a firm grip on the bra still pinned under the girl. She cried as his cold fingers wormed in under her breast. She let out a loud &quot;Oww!&quot; as he tugged the bra forward sharply, forcing her boobs up painfully, and exposing both nipples. Moving to one side, he straightened her long hair down the center of her back, and then parted it down the middle. Next he folded a 6 foot long, inch wide leather strap in half and laid the strips down each lock of hair, and then coarsely braided the two side together. When he was finished, two 18 inch straps emerged from a thick braid of hair that still streched to the small of her back. Gripping the straps, he connected them to a chain he pulled up through the table top between the girl's knees. Exerting cruel pressure, he pulled back on the chain, feeding it back down through the hole, lifting her head back until the presure from the strap across her back prevented further movement. Once in place, he fastened the chain to a peg in the floor to hold it.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;OH God!&quot; wailed the girl as her lustrous hair was yanked viciously taught. </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Crossing over to a tool cabinet, Steve removed a heavy soldering iron with stand, carried it over to the table and set it down to one side. After plugging it in he let it heat up for 5 minutes or so, until the tip began to smoke. When it was ready he reached out with one hand, grabbed a tit, and crushed it tightly in his fist.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Oww!&quot; cried the girl, and then she let loose an incoherent shriek of agony as he lifted the soldering iron and began using the super hot tip to burn a hole through her breast half an inch behind the nipple. The pointed shaft of the soldering tip was a good 3 inches long, widening out to about a quarter inch in diameter, and was hot enough to cauterize on contact as he drove it all the way through. Quickly shifting his grip, Steve grabbed the other tit and repeated the process, leaving two matched holes from top to bottom through her otherwise perfect breasts. The girl's voice broke repeatedly, her screams ever higher in pitch.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Afterward, he gave her a good 10 minutes to let the pain fade and the hysterics die down. He contemplated getting some ear protection, but decided not to spoil the experience. Next he lifted a quarter inch diameter spiral of steel, inserted an end through one hole, and twisted it half a turn. A solid squeeze crushed the spiral into a ring, with the ends touching lightly. Steve lifted the soldering iron once more and placed it inside the ring behind the end points. Holding it for a minute, the girl began screaming as heat transferred around the ring through her tender tit. Steve dipped a stick of lead solder on the joint, watched it melt and flow, then released, making a perfect seal. Ringing the second breast took much longer, as the girl bucked and kicked like a wild animal trying to avoid the inevitable.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Done with that, Steve put the iron away and began rumaging in a metal bin for some more materials. Pulling out an eight foot length of 1 inch diameter rebar, he carried it over to the steel saw on the workbench. First he cut off a 9 inch length, and then two 3 foot sections, dumping the remainder in the scrap bin. Before moving on, he lifted the 9 inch section to the saw and carefully beveled one end into a V shape. Next he went to the drill press and methodically bored out 18 quarter inch diameter holes, each about half way through and spaced evenly over the top 6 inches and the whole circumference of the shaft. After tapping each hole with threading, he picked up a handful of 1 inch bolts with half inch wide hex heads, and began screwing them into the holes. Counting the head each bolt projected almost 3 quarters of an inch when tightened down.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Walking back over to the girl, he waved his creation in her face. &quot;My own personal Anal Intruder. What do you think?&quot; he taunted.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Looking at it, she gasped in shock and began sobbing loudly as those words sank in, moaning &quot;please don't... Please don't...&quot; repeatedly.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>To get ready for the next stage, Steve had to reposition the girl somewhat. Getting a firm grip around her calves, he opened the leather strap, separated one ankle and then secured the strap tightly around the other. Forcefully, he spread the girl's leg out wide to the side and secured it to a post that streched from floor to ceiling. Returning to the middle, he released her other leg, forced it outward, and secured it to the post on the other side.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Screams mounting higher, the girl continued thrashing, to little effect as Steve continued to work. Placing the short bar between her legs, pointed at the anal opening, he retrieved the two longer pieces and a small arc welder from across the room. Skillfully, he welded the two long sections to the beveled bottom end of the short rod, creating a 90 degree angle bracket. Next he retrieve a 3 inch by 1 inch steel tab with a half inch wide bolt hole at one end. This he welded opposite the center pole to act as a hard attachment point. Before continuing he had to release the chain holding her head back, detach it from the leather straps, and get it out of the way. With a soft thump, her head collapsed to the table as he released his grip on the straps woven into her hair.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Using gloves to pick up the still hot metal, Steve lifted his creation and examined his handywork. Using a grinder he polished out a few sharp points. He didn't want his new prize bleeding out, after all. </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Returning to the table, he pressed the center rod, still quite hot to the touch, against the girl's rectum.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;No! OH GOD IT BUURRNNNS! Please NO! AAAAAAAHH!!!&quot; she wailed as Steve began driving the shaft into her ass. He had to twist and turn the whole frame gently as he came to each of the bolts protruding from the shaft, in order to get them inside. Each little twist, tug, or push elicited an agonized response from the girl. Each push drove the burning hot metal deeper, and the screaming just went on and ON. Finally he managed to work all 8 inches of shaft inside, wedging the V of the frame tight up into her crotch with a small hydrolic jack fastened to the table top.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Screaming uncontrollably, the girl barely noticed as he began securing her legs firmly to the V frame using quarter inch wide zip ties. The heat of the long shafts was uncomfortable, but no longer enough to burn skin. A dozen straps on each leg from crotch to ankle, and he was able to release her legs from the vertical poles. After freeing the girl's ankles, he noticed that she'd almost managed to wriggle her wrists free.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Can't have any of that, now can we.&quot; He proclaimed. He went to the tool cabinet to retrieve another of his personal inventions. Modified from a glue gun, a thick aluminum wire almost an eigth of an inch thick protruded out where the nozzel used to be. Steve went back to the girl and forced her arms back into possition, with fingertips touching the inside bend of the other arm. Holding her in place with a crushing grip around wrist and arm, he pressed the sharp tip of the aluminum wire against the back of her hand, just behind the middle two knuckles, and pulled the trigger.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Heat streamed down the wire and smoke curled as he pressed harder. Slowly, the heavy wire was driven through the screaming girl's hand, into the arm beneath, passing between the two radial arm bones and completely through the other side. With a pair of pliers, Steve pulled the remaining 14 inches of wire out of the gun and worked half the length through her arm. To secure it, he wrapped both sides of the wire in a tight spiral around arm and hand and sealed it with a thick bead of solder. Loading a new wire into the gun, 30 minutes later he completed the other hand, permanently fastening the girl's arms behind her back. Exhausted, Steve decided to call it a day. Locking up on the way out, he flipped off the lights and left the girl strapped down to the table in the pitch blackness.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>NIGHTMARE</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Alone in the dark, the girl, whose name was Ashley though no one would ever care about that again, continued weaping loudly as she heard the horrible monster depart. The straps still held her bodily from the waist up, but unfortuately her legs were now free to move. Unfortunately, because the anal shaft impaling her responded to every twitch of her legs. Now that it had began to cool off inside of her, she began to realize exactly how painful the protruding bolts could be. The slightest twitch of her legs caused half a dozen stabbing pains to radiate inside her virgin ass. She quickly stopped struggling and tried to lay still, but soon her legs began cramping.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Painful cramps made her legs spasm, twisting and pulling at the anal penetrator. Vicious circle, Ashley twitched, struggled, and fought to lie still, all at the same time. Also, her hands and and arms ached terribly where the wire pierced it, and the slightest presure sent searing pain racing outward. Her tits, still pinned uncomfortably under her, began to ache as well, the metal rings channeling the room's cold into them.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>It was hours later before she realized she was not alone. Soft whimpering still came from the two coffin boxes in the corner, up til now drowned out by Ashley's misery.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Who's there?&quot; she cried out. &quot;Who are you?&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>No one answered, but the whimpering quieted down.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Please! Talk to me! I'm so scared...&quot; SOB.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>A voice wimpered, and moaned in the dark, then resumed softly sobbing.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Please! I'm Ashley. Who are you? Please talk to me!&quot; she begged.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>There was no answer for a minute, but Ashley could hear someones breathing rate increase in fear. Finally a female voice responded in an urgent whisper. &quot;Shhh... Don't let him hear us!&quot; Deep breath. &quot;We're not allowed to talk...&quot; she faded away into silence.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Ashely pleaded and cajoled to the other for a hour, but got no further response. Painful cramping wracked her body as she lay in terrified misery, but eventually exhaustion won out and she lapsed into a fitful sleep. Hours passed and then she was jolted awake by the CLACK of the dead bolts being opened.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>As the door slid open and overhead lights lit the room once more, she was bathed in agony from the long hours of bondage. Renewed terror sent adrenalin racing through her veins as she caught sight of the terrible man entering the room. A shrill scream riped from her throat, and she began a wild frenzied thrashing, but the punishing iron rod impaling her ass soon brought that to a halt. Gasping in agony, she lay stifly still to keep from disturbing the anal probe and began begging softly. </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Please stop... Please let me go... Oh god, don't hurt me any more, please! I won't tell! Please, just let me go! I Promise!&quot; </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>CRAAACK!!! Steve smacked her across the ass with a half inch thick willow switch.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;OOOOWWWW!!!&quot; </span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;No talking,&quot; Steve said, in a calm tone of voice.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;You BASTARD!&quot; she screamed, trying to struggle without moving her legs, or pulling on her impaled arms. Pretty ineffectual.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK!! Went the switch, striking rapidly across back, butt, and thigh.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Oh-OOOH-OOWWW! Mother FUCKER!&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;I guess I'd better teach this bitch her place,&quot; he muttered to himself. From a storage bin he retrieved some custom jumper cables and a heavy variable voltage power supply. He clipped a grounding cable to each of Ashley's big toes using large allegator clips. Next he connected the live line to her twat, clipping down right over the clit. She grunted as his fingers probed and pinched, then screamed in pain as the teeth of the clip bit in.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Consider this a lesson, bitch.&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Flipping the switch, Steve turned the dial until the meter displayed 80mA. Not enough to do permanent damage, but agonizingly painful, especially when delivered through the clit, running down both legs!</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Ashley shrilled out a broken, stuttering scream in tune with the pulsing A/C current running through her body, pausing periodically just long enough to suck in an explosive breath.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>The girl being occupied with a bit of basic training, Steve went to the workbench and got back to work. Extracting two more lengths of steel rod, he cut them to length and began assembling two more metal frames identical to the one strapped to Ashley. Cut, drill, weld, it took about 3 hours to finish assembly. Steve noticed that the girl's cries were fading into a low moaning, so he flipped a switch on the front panel of the power supply. Voltage now spiked randomly, delivering up to twice the dose every few seconds. The girl's screams resumed their full furvor, and Steve took a break for an hour or so to get some lunch.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>When he returned, she was still managing to shriek quite loudly on occasion, in time with the heavier jabs of electroshock. Studying the girl's face, he flipped off the power. &quot;Ready to be a good girl yet? Nod your head.&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Fuck YOU, you bastard!&quot; she choked out defiantly.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;Suit yourself.&quot;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve needed the table, so he unfastened the straps holding her down, then got a good grip at the knees and lifted. The girl hung upside down in his arms, suspended by the frame. He carried her across the room and hung the frame from a large nail in the wall using the hole in the mounting tab. Quickly reconnecting the electric shock apparatus, he left his new toy to contemplate obedience. Ashley ragged stuttered screaming resumed as he got back to work.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>From one of the coffins in the corner, Steve extracted another girl. Filthy with grime, sweat, and tears, you could still tell she was once a drop-dead-gorgeous blond bombshell. Short, petite body, firm C cup breasts, long blond hair frazzled in a tangled mess, eyes downcast, she hung limply in defeated acceptance of her fate as Steve flipped her face down onto the table. Her and her sister both had already had plenty of time to learn how harsh the punishments could be. Her arms were already bound and woven permanently togethter like he'd done to Ashley earlier. She lay passively still as he pulled each leg out to the side and fastened it to the post.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Lifting on of the newly assembled metal frames, Steve pressed the central shaft against her ass and began firmly working it in. The girl began sputtering soft sobs of pain but offered little other protest to the massive intrusion. Once he'd driven the shaft home, he lashed the frames wings to her spread legs securely, using a dozen heavy zip ties, cruelly tight, from crotch to ankle on each side. Done with the tie down, he released her ankles from the poles, then hung her, head down, on the wall next to Ashley. It was another 45 minutes of work to duplicate the process with her twin sister. Candice and Carrie, he never did find out which was which, not that he really cared. Exhausted, Steve decided to call it a day. Glancing over his shoulder on the way out, he beheld his handywork. Three hot young pussies pointing upward at him from the far wall. Ashley began screaming more urgently as she realized his intention to leave her there over night. With an evil smile on his lips, Steve locked up his dungeon, turned out the lights, and left.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>The LONG Night</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Minutes passed like hours as Ashley hung suspended on the wall, random electric jolts stabbing through her crotch and out her toes. She couldn't see a thing in the pitch dark room, and the random stabs of electric agony just went on and ON forever! Each jab cause her to spasm involuntarily, driving her ass against the shaft impaling her. Suspended by the zip ties crushing her legs, pain raidated in all directions, electric shocks travelled from clit to toes, stabbing pains exploded in all directions from inside her ass, and constant agony inflicted her entire legs from cramping. And she just couldn't die, no matter how much she wanted to. The soft, resigned sobbing from Candice and Carrie was completely drowned out by Ashley, but they both understood. They'd already been there, and both wished they could die too. Unfortuntely, the older girls knew a little bit about what was coming, and neither expected to be allowed to die any time soon.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Assembly</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Steve took his time getting up the next morning, first sleeping in late, and then enjoying a hearty breakfast as he read the morning paper. He anticipated a long day in the shop and wanted to start the day off fully refreshed. By the time he finally made his way downstairs it was after 10:00. The girls all awaited his arrival with mixed emotion: The twins in dread, and Ashley in desperate hope that her punishment might finally end. Fortunately for her, Steve was in a good mood, anticipating the completion of his project, and he shut off the current and unhooked the electrodes from Ashley as soon as he arrived.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Moving to the workbench, he picked up 4 inch long section of 3&quot; diameter brass pipe, a pair of needle-nose pliers, an electric screw driver, and a large hose clamp. Picking one of the twins at random, he went to work. Pressing the pipe section firmly into her crotch, he used the pliers mercilessly on her labia, plucking the lips outward around the pipe. He continued working around the pipe repeatedly until about 1 inch of pipe was actually penetrating her pussy, and the skin of her twat was embrasing about 1 more inch of its length. Next he dropped the hose clamp over the pipe, and used the screw driver to clench it tight. The girl let loose a high pitched squeel as the clamp crushed her twat lips to the outside of the pipe, but she quieted down again after a few minutes. Twenty minutes later he'd finished installing another guide tube on her sister and then moved on to beging working on Ashley. The younger girl was a bit more of a challenge, as her pussy was still mostly virgin and much tighter. She screamed and thashed uselessly as he worked, causing Steve to develope a seriously hard erection. He was forced to pluck and pull vigorously with the pliers to stretch the girl's twat around the pipe. For a few minutes he was afraid he might not be able to drive it inside deep enough to allow him to secure it, but eventually his patience won out. The ripping screams when he finally clenched down the clamp was too much for his self control, however, and he exploded with an uncontrollable, spontaneous orgasm.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;I guess its time to change my pants,&quot; he chuckled to himself. Leaving his dungeon briefly to go get changed, the walls echoed softly to the tearfull sobbing of all three girls.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>When he returned, Steve wheeled in the mechanical heart of his budding creation. Suspended over a metal frame like a pair of sawhorses was a 6 inch diameter metal tube about 3 feet long. A number of round caps were screwed in to cover the extra openings for later use, but 3 holes were uncovered and attached pistons protruded. Each piston had a narrow shaft and the head formed a flatened hemisphere on both the top and the bottom. Two pistons pointed straight up, and one, positioned between the other two, pointed down. At one end of the shaft was a large pulley wheel attached to the inner drive shaft.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Turning the wheel slowly, Steved positioned the shaft so that the first piston was fully extended, protruding about 10 inches. Lifting one of the twins off the wall, he flipped her over and carried her to the shaft. Mating the guide cylinder in her twat over the piston, he carefully lowered her down until her pussy bottomed out against the piston head. The girl groaned painfully as the 3 inch wide, dry piston forcibly penetrated the entire length of her cunt. Lifting her upward about an eigth of an inch for alignment, he pressed a bolt through the mounting tab on her metal securing frame into a matching threaded tab on the engine shaft and secured her firmly in place by wratcheting the bolt tight. Rotating the pulley wheel gently, he positioned the next piston to its full extention. The girl moaned softly as the piston moved within her twat. Steve mounted the girl's sister next, placing her right behind the other, so close her nipples pressed snugly against her back.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Lifting a heavy securing pin to release the shaft, Steve rotated the entire shaft 180 degrees. Now the twins hung suspended from the shaft, and the final piston extended upward. Rotating the wheel once more, he positioned the piston to its maximum extention. Tandum moans of pain burst from the twins as the pisons dry fucked the girls slowly. Ashley began screaming wildly as soon as Steve lifted her off the wall hook.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&quot;No! Please! Oh god NOOOO Please Don't! Oh PLEASE!!!&quot; she wailed as he carried her across the room and mated the guide tube to the piston. Her scream of agony as Steve slowly pressed her body downward, driving the huge piston brutally into her virgin cunt, was utterly indescribable, and she continued to pant and sob noisily as he secured the bolt firmly to the frame. The twins moans were completely drowned out by Ashley's piercing scream as Steve slowly rotated the drive wheel through several complete revolutions to check its operation.</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Next, Steve hooked up a bit of tubing to a hand pump, connecting a 25 gallon pail of light cooking oil to a receiver on the engine shaft. Pumping firmly, he began flooding the system. Oil flowed into the engine and up each piston shaft. A precision valve within the piston head, designed and built by Steve, was the genius behind the whole project. On the up stroke, oil flowed out bottom half of the head, hydrolicly driving the piston upward, while oil above the head flowed freely into the upper half of the piston into the exhaust channel. When it reached the top of its stroke, the valve reversed, causing oil to flood the upper side of the piston head and drain on the botom side. As Steve continued to work the hand pump, each girl's pussy was flooded with oil, driving out all the air spaces, and the pressure began slowly driving the pistons and turning the crank shaft. The whole system was self lubricating too!</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>Once he'd primed the system and driven the crank shaft through a couple of revolutions with the hand pump, Steve unhooked the hand pump and wheeled in the power system. Two fifty gallon drums sat on either side of a high pressure steel boiler. Steve had prepped the boiler yesterday and a low flame kept the water inside at a slow boil. Steam pressure from the boiler was directed through a valve to the top of one of the drums or the other. Pressure forced oil from one drum out the bottom, through the pussy engine, and into the other drum. When the oil level nears empty, the valve switches and sends oil from the second drum through the engine and refills the first. Heat eventually transfers from the high temperature presurizing steam to the oil, so a small radiator keeps the oil from exceeding 130 degrees or so farenheight. Steve hooked up the hoses to the engine, cranked up the burner on the boiler to about 10%, and opened the flow valve. After a minute or so, with a rapidly building shriek of agony in three part harmony, the crank shaft began to rotate. Steve tweaked the boiler settings for half an hour or so until he got the speed of the shaft up to about 90 RPM, which equates 1 and a half complete cycles of the pistons every second. In-Out-In, Out-In-Out. Before straining his new toy, Steve wanted to make sure it was well broken-in, so he planned to let it run on a real low setting like this for a good week, maybe even two, before he began using it for real...</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'>&nbsp;</span></p> </div> </body> </html>

Jessica's Tale Another tale by 2Perverse WARNING: This is a story of Dark fantasy, depicting extreme violence and perverse acts in graphic detail. Although it is pure fiction and does not contain any true events, many readers will find this story offensive or disturbing. If you are not looking for extreme dark fantasy with elements of violence and perversion, this story is not for you. Story Codes: M/f+ teen hardcore nc tort extreme violence Synopsis: Two twin sisters find themselves in a real life house of horrors, after being kidnapped from their own home Jessica was sitting on the couch, watching TV, when the man walked in from the patio. Her sister Kim lay sprawled out on the floor a few feet away. Mom and dad looked up in alarm from their recliners as the man burst into their home. Pop! Pop! went two shots from the small gun in the man's hand, and her parents lay dying within seconds. Tommy came in from the kitchen to see what the noise had been, and the man fired two more rounds. Tommy dropped across Kim, who started screaming hysterically. Only thirteen years old, Jessica stared wide eyed, paralyzed in shock, as the man quickly backhanded her twin sister to shut her up, then duct taped her mouth, wrists, and ankles. Sitting on Kim's legs to hold her still, he quickly secured Jessica with tape as well. As he finished tying her up, Jessica finally began to struggle, squirming and screaming through the gag like her sister. With a chuckle, the man stepped back outside for a minute, leaving the helpless children a moment of false hope, to retrieve two large carryon style wheeled luggage cases. With a bit of effort each girl was folded over inside the case, and zipped in. Casually, the man wheeled his victims out to his car, and plopped the cases into his sound lined trunk. Crump! Closing the trunk, the man drove quietly away. The house was isolated, on an unlit country road. No one could have heard the shots. School was already out, and none of the neighbors was close to the family. It would be days, at least, before anyone checked the house, let alone realized that the girls were missing. With a happy smile the man drove out to the expressway on his long journey home. In the trunk, Jessica struggled and cried, so terrified she wet herself. Hours tied inside the case seemed like days. Somehow she finally fell asleep, exhausted from sheer terror. She woke suddenly as the car stopped and the engine turned off. A few minutes passed, the car trunk was opened, and she began screaming and squirming as the luggage case was lifted out of the car. She was rolled across the floor for a while, then carried down several flights of stairs. Several minutes passed and she heard the man return, and faint screams that must have been Kim. Rolling again, both girls went through several doors, around a few turns, and finally on their backs as the cases were laid down. Light returned as the man unzipped her case and Jessica tried to blink away the tears blurring her vision. Lifted out of the case roughly, screamed in agony as the tape binding her young body was ripped away. Hours of cruel bondage had left her nearly crippled with cramps and fatique. The man lifted her quivering form and stuffed her into a small cage in one corner. Almost to exhausted and frightened to care, she watched as Kim was similarly unbound and placed in a cage across the room. Flipping out the lights and closing the heavy door to his playroom, the man left his new girls alone for the night. He wanted a good nights sleep to be able to fully appreciate his new toys. Left alone in the dark, feeding each others fears and misery, both girls were up for hours before exhaustion forced them into fitful sleep. The lights came on as the big door boomed open. Startled awake, Jessica watched the man enter, then secure the door with a lock. Puttering around in the cabinet next to the door, he pulled out a long, cruel looking switch and walked over to her cage. After unlocking and opening the door, he reached in and dragged Jessica out by one leg. She rolled away and fled across the room as he relocked the cage. Standing up, he took one step closer, and commanded, "Take off your cloths!" Stunned, terrified, and still in shock, Jessica did not even register the words, let alone comprehend their meaning, until the first time the switch landed across her back. Panic sent her racing around the room, vainly trying to keep away from the switch. Calmly the man continued to batter her body with the switch, occasionally repeating his demand. Finally, unable to take the terrible beating any more, she begin pleading, Please, Please stop, Ill do it, please stop Relenting for a moment, the man waits as she shyly kicks off one shoe. Give it to me, he demands, and waits for her to reach down and hand him the shoe. He then tosses it into a trash can in the corner. Slowly Jessica removes her other shoe and hands it over. Each item goes into the trash can. Squirming, she balks for a moment and receives a few more vicious swats from the switch before she begins pulling her shirt up over her head. Crying she unhooks her bra and works it off, exposing her perky B-cup tits. Eyes downcast in shame, face flaming, and fear pumping through her veins, it takes another half dozen swats across her now exposed tits to get her to continue once again. With infinite reluctance she unfastened her belt and worked it free. Unbuttoning her pants seems to take her an effort of supreme will, and then she slowly worked the zipper down. Please dont make me! she wailed suddenly, dropping to a ball on the floor. Obviously enraged, the man returns the switch to the cabinet and returns with a thick whip. Raining down blow after blow on her huddled form he screams at her, Strip! Strip! Strip you little bitch, or Ill beat you to a bloody spot on the floor! Struggling to move while the whip continued to lash her from head to toe, she finally worked her pants down to her ankles. Relenting at last, the man ordered her to stand up and finish it. Working her pants down over her ankles, she stood in nothing but a pair of white socks, and her pink spotted panties. Terrified to stop, not wanting any more beating, but unable to bring herself to drop her panties just yet, she reached down and carefully slipped off one sock. He smiled at her as she handed it over, and dropped it with everything else, into the trash. One more sock and she was left with nothing but the panties. Just as he was raising the whip to continue thrashing her battered body, she clenched her eyes shut and slid the panties down to the floor. Standing naked and exposed, legs apart, bleeding from multiple cuts across her body, Jessica was too afraid to resist any more. Reaching into the cabinet the man pulled out two small dog collars and handed them over. "Put these on your wrists, pull them tight, and lock the padlock." Defeated, she complied, making sure they were as tight as she could snug them, then locking the small luggage padlock through the hasp.. Two more collars came out, and he said "Put these on your ankles." Ankles finished, he had one more for her neck, "but not so tight," he chuckled. "Now, turn around, arms behind your back." Quickly he fastened her wrist cuffs together with a luggage padlock. With a push he walked her to the center of the room. Sliding each end of a short, thick, soft rope under each armpit from behind, he hooked the ends to the ceiling winch and took up the slack. Head down, eyes clenched tight, Jessica stood still while he completed his preparation. Pulling out two lengths of chain he fastened one to each leg cuff, then ran each through a hoop on opposite sides of the room. Finally, with a loud ratchet the winch lifted the girl about two feet off of the ground, and the chains were drawn tight, spreading wide, almost to a 'T'. Savoring the moment, the man slowly stepped up behind the petrified girl and ran his hand down her chest, her smooth, soft, belly, and very gently inched his way towards her sweet triangle. She had almost no hair, and what was their was soft as a babys face. One hand caressing slowly downward, the other across her chest drew her body close and tight to his. Whispering softly into her ear, he told her, "There are two things you need to learn, my dear. The first is that I am going to do absolutely anything I want with you, and there is nothing you can do to stop it." Savoring her terrified whimpering for a minute, he let his fingers begin descending into the valley of her tight, young vagina. Feeling her about to start struggling her stopped probing and crushed her body tight as he said, "The second lesson, is that ANY resistance will be SEVERELY punished, do you understand?" Colapsing against her restraints, Jessica hung limp and stammered, "Y..y..yes.." In agony from the ordeal of the past hour, she was to frightened to resist as the man began massaging his fingers over her pussy. Slowly, gently at first, he ran his fingers down into her tender pink valley, until his finger was coated and wet. Then with brutal deliberation he paused, and thrust two fingers deep, pounding to a stop against her cervix. Screaming in unimaginable agony as her virgin pussy was ripped violently open, her body began uncontrollably thrashing against the restraints. Expecting this, the man began her punishment. Picking up a thumb tack from a large dish nearby, he plunged it in to her thigh. Screams redoubling, thrashing wildly, he inserted three more tacks, slowly and with care, before she began to control her body and struggle to relax once again. Begging "please, please, don't, please, stop..." on and on, he had to place two more tacks before she subsided once more. Again he began running his fingers over her pussy, drawing out a scream of "Noooo!" immediately. Angered that she was fighting before the first hint of pain, he decided to demonstrate that there was far worse pain he could inflict. Grabbing a tool from the cabinet, he thrust on end into her vagina. "You will learn to obey me!" he growled, pulling the trigger. High voltage spikes began pulsing rapidly into her vagina, right through her clitoris and down both legs, to her well grounded leg restraints. She cried out in agony until her voice broke, as he held the trigger down for over a minute. It took almost fifteen minutes for her body to stop its uncontrollable spasms. Hours more passed as Jessica learned over and over again the terrible pain of violent penetration, her helplessness to stop it, and far worse, the ever more painful and degrading punishments for even the slightest resistance. After what seems like forever her finally lets her down unfastens her bindings, and ordered her to bathe. The tub is against the same wall as the two cages, between them, fully exposed with no curtain. The man leered and fondled her gently as she bathed, giving cruel orders on where to shove the bar of soap, or how to scrub herself clean with a tile brush, and cracks from the whip if she did not obey. At long last her let her dry off and locked her back up in her cage. Shutting off the light and slamming the door shut with a loud boom, he left the girls in the dark once more. Endless hours in the dark seemed to pass while the girls whimpered and cried, occasionally whispering fearfully to each other. Eventually the lights came on once again, sending a surge of fear through both girls. The door banged open, then closed solidly behind him as the man entered the room and walked casually over to Jessica's cage. Stroking his hand along the side, he taunted, "Sleep well?" Turning back towards the door he strode over to the closet in the corner. He pulled out several items, including a pair of saw horses, a wooden 'T', and a collection of heavy restraints. Moving back across the room he opened the door to Kim's cage and pulled her out. She immediately began fighting like a wildcat, kicking and clawing, screaming desperately. Chuckling, the man easily over powered the thirteen year old and began ripping her clothes off, piece by piece. In minutes she was naked, face down on the floor, with the man sitting on her back. He quickly fastened cuffs tightly to each wrist and bound them together, then reversed position and fastened both ankles together. Swinging her over one shoulder he carried her squirming body across the room. He reached down and laid the wooden 'T' frame across the two saw horses. Then with some difficulty he placed Kim on the T, face up, with butt resting at the cross. Pinning her down firmly with one hand, he looped and then tightened three wide leather straps across chest, abdomen, and waist, securing her upper body tightly to the long leg of the frame. He then unhooked the latch holding her ankles together and forced one leg to bend wide apart, and secured it to on end of the T. Quickly grabbing her thrashing, remaining leg, he spread her wide and secured it to the opposite end of the T. Struggling worse than ever, Kim's torso and legs quivered wildly through the few inches of movement her restraints allowed. To finish the job of securing her, the man fastened a cord to the inside cross of the T and wrapped her upper body tightly from waist to chest. He then attached a cord at either thigh and wrapped each leg firmly from thigh to ankle. Utterly unable to move, Kim lay with pussy exposed. He then picked up a small metal frame and moved to the tub. Clamping the frame to a metal stud installed for it, he connected the hose to the faucet. He turned it on low, causing a short stream of water to jet from the end of the round bottle brush atop the frame. To complete the setup he plugged in the cord to the motor, which began spinning the brush vigorously. Kim was the carried over to the tub and the top of the frame connected to an overhead hook. Swinging her body slightly he aligned the tender, virgin pussy with the stream of hot water. Kim cried out in pain as her tender lips were burned by the scalding water. With one foot the man operated the winch holding the hook, lowering the helpless girl down, inch by inch. The tip of the spinning brush touched her spread pussy lips, probed for a moment, then the screw shaped bristles bit deep and began to plunge inside her. Inhuman screams of agony pierced the air as the man continued to lower the girl, not stopping until the brush bottomed out and depressed the spring holding the motor by nearly an inch. Carefully releasing his grip, the man let the twisting motion of the brush spin Kim's leg against the wall, then walked away. Closing the door behind him on the way out, he left her there, screaming, while he went to fetch the rest of what he needed. Jessica watched in silent horror, to terrified to speak, as her sister was stripped and bound. As Kim's screams began slicing the air like knives, Jessica began crying uncontrollable in sympathy. Her own pussy was still throbbing and burning with pain from yesterday. Hundreds of small stab wounds from thumb tacks covered her body, so no matter how she lay, dozens of pin points of pain assaulted her. And yet she knew in her soul that nothing the man did to her yesterday could have hurt half as much as what Kim was feeling right now. Being twins, she was aware of how easily it could have been her over there, pussy burning, screaming her throat raw. Curled up in a ball, whimpering and crying, eyes clenched tight, Jessica did not notice the man had left until the door boomed close again at his return some fifteen minutes later. Casually he entered the closet once more and unfolded an odd, narrow table, with a round half circle cut out of one side in the middle. Table set, he put down a steaming pot of something on one side and went to retrieve Kim. Operating the winch, he raised her up until she hung several inches above the spinning brush, then lifted the frame holding her away from the hook. He carried her across the room to the table, then flipped her head down and placed her butt in the circular cutout, T frame and legs resting across the table top. Using a spoon, he filled a hollow tube with steaming hot pasta from the pot. The he forced the tube deep inside her vagina and drove the pasta down with a plunger as he slowly removed the tube. Kim's screams, fading some since being removed from the bottle brush, redoubled once more as her tender vaginal walls began to blister from the heat of the near boiling pasta. The man plunged a large table spoon into her oozing pussy, scooped out a bite, and began to eat his lunch. Each scoop of the spoon plunging deeper, with a half twist or heavy angle to scrape the sides clean, he worked his way down to the bottom. Licking her lips clean to get the last drop, he filled her again with more hot, gooey pasta and began again. And again. And again. Finally satisfied, he carried her quivering body once more to the tub and returned her pussy to the brutal cleaning action of the spinning brush. Voice broken by now, Kim's screams were more heavy breathe than anything else. As the cruel bristles began scouring her burned, blistered vagina walls, a layer of skin was ripped free, and the hot jet of water began to run red with blood down her legs. From her cage, Jessica had a clear view of her sister as the man used her for a serving bowl. Staring in horror, she watched it all, especially the terrible look of pain on Kim's face, trying not to worry about what the man might do next. She didn't have long to wait. Once he had returned Kim to her custom dishwasher he walked directly to Jessica's cage and opened the door. "Come out of there," he said. Trembling, Jessica slowly crawled out of her cage, begging "Please don't hurt me..." "Be a good girl now, or you can join your sister," he said. "Come on, stand up!" She struggled to stand, after being cramped all night in the cage, and bound and tortured all day yesterday. Making it to her feet at last, he turned towards the door and ordered her to follow. Into the next room, that she had never seen, then suddenly Kim's desperate screams were cut off by the door closing. This room was much like the first in size, but contained a bed and night stand in one corner, and a TV in front of a comfortable looking recliner in the other. Another heavy door split the wall between them. Left of the door she had walked in through stood a workbench covered with items that nearly gave her a panic attack. Pliers, whips, nails, a blow torch, and dozens of other items. Right of the door was some kind of medieval rack, with its own set of restraints, whips, and other tools. Center stage, hanging from the ceiling was a horizontal metal bar hanging suspended by a chain running through a ring in the ceiling, over to a winch on the left wall. Taking this in within seconds, Jessica almost froze in terror when the man motioned her over to the chair. After sitting down and flipping on the TV, the man said, "Get over here!" Stumbling, she reluctantly walked over if front of the chair. Reaching out to her waist, he spun her around, facing away, then lifted he slight, thirteen year old body up into his lap. "Spread your legs wide, over the arm rests, lay back against me, and keep quiet," he demanded. Clenching her eyes shut, Jessica complied, knowing what was coming but to terrified of being punished to resist. The man immediately stroked one hand down to her vagina and began vigorously penetrating her with two fingers. Little Jessica bravely managed not to flinch at the pain, but could not keep a quick scream of anguish from escaping. "I said QUIET!" he roared in her ear, plunging his fingers deep with one hand. His other hand picked up a thumb tack and drove it directly into one nipple, then crushed her body tight until she stopped struggling. Defeated, she managed to relax at last, and clenched her mouth closed as the man continued to invade her pussy with his rough fingers. After a half hour or so he ordered her to the bed. "On your back, legs spread wide," he said. She complied, watching in trepidation as the man removed all of his clothes and approached the foot of the bed. Grabbing one ankle in each hand, he pulled her legs around his waist until his huge, erect cock was planted against her pussy. Pounding like a jackhammer, he began plunging in and out of her tight, virgin pussy. Balling her fists over clenched eyes, Jessica tried to endure, but could not help screaming out in pain. Pent up anticipation kept the man from lasting long, however, and soon there were great gobs of comb gushing from her battered pussy. Not wanting to leave a mess, the man picked up a bucket of water in the corner. Pulling out a sponge wrapped dildo, he continued to pound the girls vagina for another 10 minutes, cleaning it of comb in the process. Sated for the moment, he put his clothes back on and considered how to continue training his little love slave. He decided on a little discipline training. Come here! he ordered, Arms be hind your back. Locking her wrists together once again, he ordered her over to the wall, next to the workbench. Bend over, put your head down in that bowl, then flip over like youre doing a somersault until your back rests against that wooden bar. She tried to comply, clumsily with her arms tied behind her back, and it took several tries to get balanced, on her head with her butt supported by the wooden bar. Good, now spread your legs wide and KEEP THEM THERE. Any resistance will be punished much harder today than yesterday. Terrified, she watched him walk over to the bench and run his hand over the various tools, as if trying to decide which to use first. Knowing that she was about to be in extreme pain, she could not help whimpering, praying quietly for this to end. Finally deciding on a short riding crop, he stepped over and gave her a solid thwack right on the clitoris. AAAAAAAHH!!! she screamed, spasms racking her body , thrashing her legs, and nearly lost her balance, before frantically resuming her spread wide stance, terrified of being punished. Not very good, now, but I suppose Ill let it go this one time, since you obviously tried, he commented. Learn to do better quickly, or Ill have to think of something really painful to teach you a lesson. Sobbing, she clenched her teeth, stiffened her legs as wide apart as she could to hold them steady and tried to get ready for the ordeal. Continuing with the riding crop, he switched her vigorously for about 15 minutes, until her skin was an angry red from thigh to thigh, and her pussy was swollen and bettered. Then he picked up a candle and lit the wick, setting it down on one end of the bench to melt for a bit. While he waited he began plunging pins into the girls swollen pussy lips. Screaming a twitching with each stab, Jessica managed to stay still as he worked his way down one side and up the other. However, when he carefully massaged her pussy to expose the clitoris, then stabbed a pin firmly down the length of it, she lost all control, thrashing wildly and fell off the stand as her legs slammed together. Unfortunately for her, he had planned for exactly that, and the pins had been positioned perfectly. As her legs crashed together they drove all seventeen needles deeper into her pussy. It took almost 10 minutes for her thrashing to stop, and get herself back in position. Removing the needles, the man informed her, Youve earned an hour of punishment for that bit of disobedience. Casually moving on, he situated her exposed vagina slightly to center and level it, then inserted a small plastic ring, about 1.5 wide to open her channel for several inches. Try to sit still for this next bit, or I might just put you in the punisher all night. First he picked up the blow torch and lit the flame. Then, lifting the candle and blow torch together, he emptied the melted wax deep into her spread vagina and turned the torch on the candle to quickly melt enough wax to fill the hole and overflow down the front of her abdomen. Burning pain inside her most tender areas crashed through Jessica like a gunshot through butter. Screaming and swaying violently against the wooden bar, she managed to keep her legs spread and stay upright. Minutes passed while the hot wax filling her insides slowly cooled and hardened. Once it had fully solidified, the man brought out a corkscrew and twisted the bit into her pussy, driving it several inches deeper than the wax had penetrated, then wrenched it out with a quick pull. The wax came free easily, but the deeply buried bit gouged her vaginal channel painfully on the way out. Tired of his sport for the moment, he ordered her to stand up, and led her back to her cage. Forgotten while she was the subject of such treatment, she flinched at the awful screams still coming from Kim when he opened the door. Locked in her cage once more, lights out, she was left to listen to her poor sisters agony, while huddling in the darkness of her captivity. Only an hour or so passed before he was back, carrying more steaming food dishes. Jessica huddled in misery, her inner pain barely beginning to fade. She watched him enter the room, turn on the lights, and set a pot down on the table. Kim was unaware of anything outside the terrible pain eating away at her insides. She hardly eased her cries at all as she was raised off the spinning brush, and carried across the room. Once more suspended upside down at the table, Kim came out of her blinding daze of agony, enough to recall were she was, and what was about to happen, just as the tube was being removed, leaving her pussy filled with boiling hot mashed potatoes. Aware of herself once more after hours of pain fuge, she howled in pain as he began digging spoonful after spoonful out of her abused vagina. Rather than add more potatoes when he finished, he opened a new container and used a wooden spoon to force cut up chunks of steak down her channel. Once packed full enough that her walls were bulging apart, he used a bulb siphon to inject about a cup of boiling meat juice left over from cooking the steak. As the boiling fluid flowed down inside of her, Kim began to beg for death. Picking up a fork, the man began spearing chunks of steak. At first there were easy targets to stab, right at the surface, but with each bit he needed to reach deeper and deeper. Soon he was plunging his fork inside her half closed pussy, stabing pussy walls as often a chunks of steak. As he reached the lower half of the channel, each bit came up dripping in meat juices and warm blood. Kim's screams went on and on, but the cords holding her tight to the frame never let her move an inch. Finished at last, he knew he'd better do something to stop the bleeding if he wanted any more meals like this one. First he carried her over to the tub and held her down over the still spinning brush for a full minute to clean her out. Then he returned her to the table and forced a hot soldering iron slowly in and out a few times, listening to it sizzle as it cauterized her bleeding flesh. Afraid he might have done too much damage this time, he decided to untie her for the night to let her recover. Muscles utterly exhausted from cramps and struggle, Kim lay limp as he stuffed her back in to her cage. Still hungry for some desert, he unlocked Jessica and called her out. Pointing to the head bowl attached to the base of the table, he commanded, "Head down, flip over, legs wide across the table!" Hesitating only a second, she complied, finding herself in much the same position as earlier. This time, however, she knew would be different, and worse. She couldn't see what he was doing, but was not surprised by the hot, round object being inserted over and over. Some kind of hot liquid was being coated on her insides by a ball on the end of a stick. Instead of inserting a small tube inside her, a larger tube was pressed firmly around the outside of her lips. Expecting hot, she was startled as the ice cream was forced down the tub, pressurized until it flowed into her vagina, mixing with the hot melted fudge coating her insides. Gasping in surprise, she quickly started squirming in pain as the frozen ice cream clawed at her pussy. Nothing held her in place except fear, and the pain as the man began digging into her with a large spoon was incredible. If she had not seen and heard the things he'd already done to her sister she would have broken. Sheer terror of this man was all that kept her still as he spooned and spooned as if she were stone instead of tender flesh. Finished with desert at last, he told her to stand up. As her legs lifted her off the ground, she could still feel cold, sticky inside herself. "Over here, up on the cross and lay back," he ordered, gesturing at the T frame he had just removed her sister from. Terror gripped her tightly and she could not move. She flinched violently and managed to stagger forward when he screamed "NOW!!" hopping up on the frame, she lay back, arms at her sides, surrendering to her fate. She closed her eyes and relaxed as he tightened the straps, locked each leg to the ends of the T, and wrapped her tight with cords. She whimpered quietly in anticipation as he carried her to the tub and attached the frame to the hook. "First off, lets get you cleaned up," he said. As he worked the winch, dropping her pussy onto the buz saw of the bottle brush, Jessica tried to brace herself for the pain. Unfortunately, her earlier had been right; nothing else she'd yet been through even came close. Screeking like the damned, he left her there for about half an hour to set up her punishment for misbehaving earlier. Jessica hadn't forgotten about her hour of earned punishment, but she was praying fervently that this was it. No such luck. Returning at last he removed her now clean vagina from the cunt washer. He carried her into the next room, still on the frame, and attached it to a hook on the ceiling winch. "Now we need to give you your hour on the punisher," he said. "Lets look see how it works, shall we?" Holding up a heavy metal rod with many rounded lumps along the shaft, a hilt at one end, with a twistable ring and round dial, he demonstrated. The shaft was obviously intended to be inserted into her pussy. Twisting the ring he demonstrated how the dozens of rounded studs were actually the tips of thick metal rods that extended outward as the knob turned. After extending the rods almost three inches to display their potential, he flipped the switch at the end and began turn the dial. Slowly at first, then faster, larger, brighter, as he increased the setting, sparks danced between adjacent metal rods. Adjusted to maximum it flared like a kids sparkler, popping like a brick of firecrackers. "nooo...." whimpered the girl, eyes wide, as he waved it suggestively towards her exposed pussy. Turning it back off, he retracted the spikes, then mounted the shaft upright in a stand underneath Jessica's suspended body. Lowering the winch he carefully dropped her down, forcing the punisher into her as far as it would go. He twisted the knob until the gage read 3, meaning that about half and inch of spike protruded all the way around. Not quite enough to pierce the walls, but more than enough to cause great pain. Screaming already from the pins pressing her walls apart, she waited in dread for the second step. Satisfied that the spikes were causing a sufficient amount of agony, he activated the truly punishing feature of the device. Not wanting to have to repeat this lesson, he decided to be rather harsh. Dialing the shock level up to 8, he said, "Tomorrow I expect better obedience, or you might find yourself here all night." Flipping the switch, he stood back to watch. The shaft of the punisher was easily 6 inches longer than it could possibly be shoved inside any thirteen year old vagina. Huge electric sparks literally danced inside her pussy, running rapidly up, down, and around the rod, arcing through the walls of skin being pinched out by the spikes, as well as singing over the exposed flesh of her channel being held open by their extension. Worse yet, where the shaft met air in the valley of her exposed lips, sparks blazed all around, bathing her lips and clitoris in electric pulses of discharge. One long extended scream of agony ripped out of Jessica's throat, almost uninterrupted by the need to draw air. Within seconds she knew that she never wanted this punishment again. After only a minute she would have begged to be put back on the bottle brush instead. Far before the hour was up she was pleading desperately, begging for a chance to be a good girl. Through it all the man watched, very pleased with his new toys. Freed at last from the terrible punisher, Jessica crawled weakly back to her cage for the night. She barely noticed Kim's moaning from across the pitch dark room as she collapsed in utter exhaustion. She was awakened by the usual, lights on, door booming open, then shut. "How are my two favorite girls this morning," the man asked with a chuckle. Stepping up to Jessica he opened the cage. "Up and adam my little peach. You're going to get to make a choice this morning. Up up! This way," he said, moving over to the cunt washer in the tub. Jessica followed obediently, head down, waiting passively. "Now, you've a choice for todays activities. I can tie you up, take you next door, and leave you on the punisher until this time tomorrow." Eyes wide in horror, she jerked her head frantically NO! letting out a startled gasp. He continued, "or, you can climb into the tub there, straddle that brush, and stay on it until I come back to get you. I should warn you though, if you fail to obey, or choose the punisher, you'll have the same choice tomorrow, and the next day. Really better for you if you just come to terms with it now. Well, what's it gonna be?" Remembering her resolve from yesterday, that the cleaner was much preferable to the punisher, she still wasn't sure she could actually put it to the test. Quivering in terror for a few seconds, the look in the man's eye forced her at last to move into the tub. Looking at the contraption she wondered how she was supposed to mount it. Then she noticed the four metal steps protruding from either side of the center pole. Placing her hands against the wall for balance she climbed the steps. On the last step, extending on tippy toes, her pussy almost cleared the top of the brush. Gathering her courage and terror, she pushed her crotch forward, the spinning bristles digging painfully at the crest of her pussy, above the clitoris, but bending slightly. Forward, forward, the brush bent, then fell into her channel and straightened. The screw shape of the brush began to pull downward on her, and she carefully lowered herself one step. As she stepped down again, the brush reached her cervix. She stood still for a minute, until the man said, "No. Keep going. Feet on the floor, then turn and face me." Teeth clenched in agony already, she knew she had no choice. Continuing her descent, her cervix pushed the tip of the brush down, driving the motor down on its spring. She had to force the spring down almost eight inches before her feet hit the floor. Then she hobbled around the pole until she faced out away from the wall. She might as well have had a metal cork screw tearing at her, with the pressure of the spring driving upward. Head hung low, sobbing, with tears streaming down her face, Jessica stood passively as the man flipped off the light and locked the door. For the first time since she'd been abducted, Jessica was not caged or bound. Locked in a dungeon, straddling a pussy scouring bottle brush, but still, not tied up or caged, free to move if she choose. Fear of punishment kept her still, as the spinning bristles scoured her tender insides, better than the strongest ropes. Painful as the brush was, she welcomed the steady throbbing ache, hoping it would last a long time, knowing what was likely to come next. Hours passed, seeming to be days to the you girl, locked in the dark, pussy under brutal assault. The man had meant to test her, and so he skipped his usual lunch, waiting long extra hours to return at dinner time. When he came at last, Jessica had been standing so long her legs had trouble holding her up. Still, she had decided to accept her fate, and obey, sure the was no escape, only extra punishment. She was ready when he waved her up off the cleaner and pointed at the table. Quickly climbing the steps again, she drove herself off the brush and stepped out of the tub. Walking over to the table, she ducked head first and flipped her waist up to the table, then spread her legs wide apart across the table top. The man placed a bowl with no bottom over her pussy, the rim making a circle around her lips. She moaned, but did not flinch or even twitch as he filled the bowl with boiling stew. With one hand he held the bowl down tightly to keep it from leaking. Picking up a large spoon, he probed until he found her pussy at the bottom of the step. Plunging downward in and out several time while twisting it, he forced bits of hot stew deep inside. Burning fluid filling her body, Jessica screamed, but still refused to fight it. Scooping deep one last time, he raised the spoon and took a bite. Savoring her pussy juices mixing with the stew, he prepared his next bite. Slowly, bit by bit, he forced spoon after spoon of stew deep inside, stirred it vigorously to extract her special flavor, and finally swallowed each bite. Done with the stew, he moved on. "Go get cleaned up while I fetch the next course," he demanded. Folding over, Jessica carefully mounted the cleaning brush, waiting for him to return with more torture. As soon as he opened the door, she climbed off and returned to the table. Stuffing her full of corn bread, using a two inch diameter plunger to drive it deep, he casually began spooning it out. Finishing this round more quickly, he sent her back for more cleaning. He had an idea he wanted to try. This time she was left alone for more than an hour. He had some shop work to finish. When he returned he had an odd metal frame with an electric cord. Shaped like a long cube, it was one piece of metal rod. Forced into the girls pussy it had an outward round section between her lips at the top, holding her apart, each corner turned downward at ninety degrees, pressing her walls apart for over two inches. Deep inside, the front and back section here held by lines running parallel with her lips, one on each side. Forced inside it created an open space two inches deep, one inch wide, and almost two inches long. The man plugged in the cord, and the entire frame quickly began to heat. Jessica groaned, feeling that one upper bar ran directly over her sensitive clitoris. The man then began packing the wide open pussy with chocolate chips, right up to the lips. Setting a timer, he stirred the melting chocolate every five to ten minutes. While the chocolate melted slowly, Jessica's pussy heated up and began to burn painfully. Forty five minutes later the chocolate was finally hot and creamy. The top two inches of her vagina were held wide open by the heater, but the remaining three inches was closed. Hot melted chocolate flowed deep inside, driven by gravity and the stirring spoon. Ready at last, the man began dipping long pretzel sticks, encrusted with sharp salt bits, as deeply as he could drive them, twisting and sawing her closed, deep canal. Unable to help herself, she squirmed her legs slightly with each penetration, crying out in agony. Eventually the chocolate ran out, and he pulled out the scalding hot burner. Insides still coated with chocolate, the man stuck his tongue in the hole and began sucking it out, good to the last drop. Thirty minutes more on the cunt washer while he packed the dishes back upstairs, and then she was once again locked in her cell for the night. Another night in darkness, locked in her cage. Burning pain tearing at her from the inside out, Jessica was unable to sleep. Hour after hour dragged by, while both girls moaned and cried. By morning she had still not managed to sleep, her pain still fresh and undiminished. Jessica froze in terror as the door opened, and the lights came up once more as the man entered the room. Expecting to be serving his breakfast, she was surprised when he went straight to the workbench instead. The man fed a heavy piece of steel wire in to a machine, which wrapped it around a half inch rod. Removing the rod, he placed it in a cutter that clipped through the wire alone the length of the rod, making a dozen heavy, open steel rings. He spent a few minutes twisting each ring open about a quarter inch, then put them in his pocket. Opening Kim's cage, he dragged her out and began forcing her onto the T frame. Not bothering with the cords, she was able to thrash around a bit as he picked her and placed her over the saw horses. Pinching one pussy lip between thumb and finger, he pulled it out until he had a solid, smooth line of flesh standing out. Then he pulled out one of the rings out of his pocket, placed the sharp point against the inside wall of her pussy, and drove it through the taught lip. Kim's body locked rigid in pain, screaming. Working deliberately from front to back, he placed five more rings evenly into her vagina. Moving on, he repeated the process on the other side, giving her a full dozen rings dangling from her crotch. Carefully, he then pinched each ring closed, meticulously lining the ends up perfectly. To finish his preparations he then expertly soldered the ends together. Conducted heat and splattering solder assaulted Kim's already battered vagina, wringing horrendous screams of agony from the helpless child. Satisfied at last, the man hooked a leash to her neck collar and released her from the frame. Arms still bound behind her back, she staggered to her feet and was yanked rudely across the room by the leash. The man clipped one ankle to a ring in the floor, pulled the other leg two feet away, and fastened it to another. He then fed a four inch cable through the rings on one side and screwed the end connectors together, then again on the other side. Two loops of steel now bound the rings fastened to her lips. Stepping over to the closet, the man returned with a half bar bell weight. at one end was fastened a twenty pound disk. At the other end was a small ring holding a quick release clip. The man swung the clip end of the bar between Kim's legs and fastened the clip through both cables. Gently lowering the weighted end to the floor, the rings stretched her pussy lips downward. Cringing in pain, she quickly bent her knees and followed to weight down. Picking up a whip, he ordered the girl to stand, cracking her firmly a few times. Screaming in pain, she managed to struggle upright. Releasing the weight for a minute, the man slipped another twenty pound ring over the end, and reconnected it. Breaking out an electric cattle prod, he began jabbing and zapping directly at her pussy, demanding that she stand. After over ten minutes of this, he was able to make her stand again. Over forty pound of pressure stretched her impaled lip out nearly six inches. Removing the bar again, the man added another twenty pound weight, paused for a minute, then placed a ten pound ring for good measure. Hooking it up once more, he dropped it and let Kim collapse to the floor. Into the closet again, he returned with four steel framed glass walls. setting two walls in the tracks in the floor, he lightly attached the corner. He inserted the rubber seals between corner and floor seams, then drove home the screws securing frames to each other and the floor. Two more segments later and his seven foot tall, two thousand gallon aquarium was assembled. Snaking a hose from the bath tub he began filling it up with cold water. Confusion was obvious on Kim's face until the frigid water covered her feet and began inching up her ankles. It took about an hour for the water to reach her crotch. Almost another hour later, the water was up to her chest, and she began to understand. Crying for help, shivering in the cold, she tentatively tried standing up against the weight. Straining, she could not even budge the bar. Inch by inch, the water covered her neck, moving to her mouth. She pressed her legs hard, stretching her pussy to gain more space. Tilting her head back, the water slowly crested over her face. Seconds passed, her face covered in water. Gripped by overwhelming, adrenaline surge of panic struck and she desperately drove upward to her feet. The weight dragging from her pussy was nearly as much as her entire body. Standing, her lips stretching down, some of the metal rings slowly cut groves through her skin until the weight was equally balanced. Standing up the water just reached her waist, but continued to fill. Two hours later, it was once more at her chin, and still the man watched it rise. As the water was about to cover her face again, the man finally got out a ladder and climbed over the top of the wall. He reached down and stuck a snorkel tube in her mouth. The water continued to rise, covering her head and most of the tube. He didn't stop until only one inch of the tube remained above water. Flipping out the lights, he left her there in the dark while he went to get supplies. Several hours later he returned with a small plastic bag of fish and an aerator. After installing the aerator and watching the bubbles curve around her body, tickling her crotch and chest, he dumped the two fish into the tank. Two four inch long piranha began circling rapidly. Rings biting deep gouges into her lips, she was still bleeding lightly. Blood scent drove the predators wild, and they began bumping into her abdomen and legs, looking for food. Following the scent, on fish plowed into her pussy and bit out a chunk of her lip. Even though almost numb from the cold, the shock of pain made her flinch violently, completely forgetting about the suspended weight. Swinging wildly as she thrashed away, the momentum of the weight ripped two rings completely out on one side. The pain of this registered quickly and Kim desperately tried to recover her still stance. Unfortunately, with two less ring supporting the weight on one side, the remaining four began slowly cutting through as well. As the rings on one side ripped free, the weight settled on the other side, quickly ripping free all at once. Once again, Kim was faced with more pain than she had ever imagined possible. What was once smooth, virgin, pussy lips now was a ragged series of torn, bleeding chunks of flesh. Worse, as the weight crashed to the floor with a muffled thump, the blood crazed piranha attacked her bleeding flesh. Taking small bites, the fish stripped her tattered lips, and began tearing into her deeper channel before being sated for a while. Its terribly hard to scream through a small air tube, while being held under water, but Kim did a fine job. Pussy all but gone, bleeding profusely, Kim was on the verge of dying. The man considered letting it end here, but then he had a better idea. Stripping, he jumped into the tank and dove to release her ankles. Climbing out, he pulled the girl free and began to stop the bleeding. Bandaged and bound, he returned her to the cage. The two fish continued to circle the blood tinged water. Ravenously hunger, the man pulled Jessica from her cage and pushed her towards the tub to get cleaned up. Unnerved by watching her twin sister have her pussy eaten away in front of her, she was extra quick to comply, and show what a good girl she was. Some 45 minutes later, the man returned with dinner. Climbing off the torturous bottle brush at last, Jessica presented her pussy to the man once again. Helping after helping her stuffed her, scooped, and probed. Not exactly used to it, but resigned to the inevitable, she didn't flinch, and only moaned when the man went to extra lengths to be cruel. After cleaning her out again, her moved her next door for some rough and tumble. Plugging every orifice and filling it with comb took him the rest of the evening. The next morning it was time to feed the fish again. Pulling Kim from her cage, arms still bound behind her back, he laid her on her back and sat on her waist. Using a sharp kitchen knife, he carved four very shallow gouged into one tit, top, bottom, left, right. Blood welled but did not flow freely from the cuts. He then picked her up and tossed her into the tank with a big splash. Drawing up a chair he sat back to watch. Struggling the stay above water, Kim kicked her feet and twisted vainly on her bound arms. Hungry once more, the fish scented the fresh blood and began flashing around, jabbing head first at her body. Quickly finding the bleeding young tit, they began tearing small bites out of it. Screaming, Kim tried desperately to avoid the darting predators, but they were much too fast. She was bleeding profusely by the time the fish finished. Plucking her from the water, he wrapped gauze tightly around her chest to stop the blood loss. Locked in her cage once more, Kim collapsed and passed out. Strangely aroused by her life and death struggle, he looked for ways to enhance the experience. Jessica soon found herself enduring pain marathons, any disobedience or reluctance punished severely. Day after day, her ate his meals and practiced ever more painful games on Jessica. Each morning he sliced a new cut on Kim and let the fish tear a bit more flesh from her struggling body. A butt cheek, a thigh, her toes, the other tit. Over one straight month her concentrated on a leg, until it was stripped away completely. Unable to swim any more, he began suspending her from a strap. With each day the sight of her disappearing body was making him more and more excited. He persisted for another month as he coached the fish to strip away her other leg, then both butt cheeks. Finally, he drove them at her menstruating vagina. The first strike ripped her upper twat and left a string of bleeding skin containing her entire clitoris dangling like a bit of spaghetti. Shortly another bite snatched down on it, ripping it out by the root. With no legs to pinch closed, the fish easily forced their way further inside, snatching small bites of deep, tender meat. As they reached her cervix and hit bone, they began working on the walls, opening her wider, until her hips began to be exposed. Suddenly her interior organs were exposed. Lengths of intestine were ripped free by the wildly excited fish. Eyes dimming, Kim's last sight was her own intestines swirling around her face as the man plunged her under the water. He left her there as a last feast to the piranha, until they had stripped her to the bone. Her sister's death was very bad news for Jessica. Now she was the only one the man had left to satisfy his hungers on. His tortures became more cruel, but less damaging, causing maximum pain without ruining her body for later. Her pussy had calluses from constantly being scalded with hot injection. He found that her inner sweet flesh could even tolerate his home made pussy warmer long enough to cook soup. Which was what gave him the idea for a slow cooker. Ordering her into position at the table as usual, and inserted the metal heating frame. Instead of injecting hot food he began forcing slices of raw carrot and potato into her cunt. Inserting two finger, he spread her wide and sprinkled some salt and pepper. Next he used a bulb siphon to inject a half cup of tomato soup and water. Then her plugged in the heater and stepped back. "You are going to sit still and be good until I get back, or you'll regret it!" he promised. Frightened more than she had been for months, she did not yet understand what he intended. The wire cube wedged into her pussy got hot quickly, and was already agony when he finished cleaning up the dishes he'd brought down. As he left the room and turned out the light, she thought, surely he's coming back. he wouldn't leave me like this all night. But that was exactly what he planned. Slowly the heat inside her continued to build, first to a scalding blister, then eventually warming the wet juices to a slow boil. Half an hour after the man left she was howling in anguish. At one hour she was squirming desperately, trying to relieve the pain. Knowing he always kept his promises of punishment, she did not dare try to remove the mixture simmering inside her though. Two hours into the ordeal she finally realized that her pussy was being cooked, and that he intended to eat her. Somewhere inside her, some last little bit of her soul that still had hope of one day being released, died. With a soft sigh of despair she sank into numb compliance, no squirming, no sobbing, just blank tears streaming down her face. After eight hours the man returned to find her still spread obediently wide at the table. Steam was rising from her pussy, the juices boiling hard. Her once pink pussy was now roast brown, spreading throughout her sweet triangle and even just into her thighs. Using a medium knife, he stabbed into her pussy and began cutting strips of meat. First he made several radial cuts from the inside out, then sawed in a circle to cut out the long strips of meat that folded over and swayed. The flesh that had been in contact with the heater was well done and dead, but most of the rest was more like medium rare, still very much alive and sensitive. The knife cuts sent screaming agony to poor Jessica, who had thought she was beyond caring. She was wrong! With each stroke of the knife, she wailed, "PLEEEEAASE!! PLEEEEEAASE!! PLEEEEEEEAASE!!!" Fortunately the man had fastened her ankles to the table top last night. She never noticed until that first stab of the knife set her thrashing wildly in protest. Picking up his fork, he stabbed the top of one strip of cut flesh, deliberately choosing a bit of lip. Stabbing through, he pulled upwards then pushed the fork through, half cutting, half tearing off a bite sized chunk. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" screamed Jessica, suddenly locked rigidly by the pain. Meat firmly on the fork, he plunged it deep inside, twisting to coat it with sauce, and stabbed a bit of potato before taking a bite. Knowing this would go on for hours, Jessica could not help fighting it all the way. Each time she felt the fork descend, she thrashed wildly. Her arms and legs spasmed, desperate to be free. More often than not her struggles just made it worse. A fork that missed its target would stab uncooked flesh, leaving a bleeding hole. Cramps in arms and legs began to hurt nearly as much as her burned, bleeding pussy. Slowly he worked his way down one side and up the other, digging each sliced strip out as deeply as possible before moving on. He saved the clitoris for last. Driving his fork through the tip of her clitoris at last, he carefully took only a quarter in slice. Pulling firmly upwards, her deliberately ripped the chunk free, careful not to let the fork cut. Exhausted from screaming her lungs out over the last two hours, Jessica came alive with renewed vigor at this latest assault. Savoring every scream, the man carefully worked his way down the last stalk. Finishing the delicious meat and sopping up every drop of juice. Wanting to continue this again later, he knew he had to tidy up. Using a fork and knife he began stabbing the edges and trimming away the remaining cooked areas. He took care to saw well into the tender pink flesh with the knife, then cauterized it with a blow torch. When he finally finished, the gaping hole between her legs was unbelievable, but she would live.

M/g, M/f, MMM/gg; pedo, yng pedo; caution LOLITA DREAMS by Silvio Stoker Comments: Terrible brutal life of Russian children among perverts. This text is continuation of other stories of the author. =========This story is a work of fiction.======== [SYNOPSIS:] Gerhard Ratstropf's perverted young bride wants to visit Russia to see firsthand how sexy the little girls they've glimpsed at a sleazy website are in real life. "His hand crept between her legs, feeling her flower through the pantyhose, and she moaned, softly. His touch was very different from her uncle's, and even though she couldn't like him, her cunny did - it made her feel like a woman. Then he told her that she wanted him to put his penis in her mouth, and that he needed to do that, too. She knew girls did that and she wanted to see what it looked like. He kept caressing her and whispering how much she wanted it. Her crotch was damp and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she kissed him back, her mouth watering. Then he lowered her to the floor and undid his pants. She knelt between his thighs..." {CAVEAT: This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any real person or other such worldly thing, nor to any place either virtual or physical, nor to any star, starlet, other immature heavenly body - nor any depiction thereof - is herein intended, except as a literary device. The author does not engage in nor does he condone any illegal activities; he strongly believes that sexual anarchy may be achieved through more subtle means, such as art. Oh, and he's a conservative. A reactionary, even.} {AUTHOR'S NOTE: Marty Clemm also appears in my "Tails," and Brunnhilde Him's father, Joachim Him, lurks behind the early story "Him." Below are vignettes rather than a full-blooded tale - if you like these subjects, see "Laika," another story taking virtual reality as a diving board, and my novel - _Lives of the Great Waifs_. I'm always delighted to hear from readers, either in the forums or by e-mail!} L O L I T A D R E A M S Written by Silvio Stoker My father made me go with other men when I was four. He hurt me when I was a baby - my hole - with a spoon, the handle of a wooden spoon. When I was three, he raped me with a stick and started to fuck my rectum. He would get drunk - or he could get angry, when there was nothing to drink, or he could be both angry and drunk - and he would hold me down and stick the neck of a bottle with oil in it in me. Then he hurt me with his thing and fucked me. He made me love him - I loved him - with my mouth, and he fed me and hurt me. I hurt, and my father made it hurt less, fucking me until I couldn't feel anything anymore. He fed me feces. He went in my face and hit me with his fist. I put it in my hole when I was four. He oiled it and held his thing. He held my hip and his thing and went in me. When I was thirsty, I drank my pee. He gave me to other men. I didn't know where I was. A man fed me food and cleaned me in the snow. He fucked me - my rectum - and let me drink his pee. He kept me in a shed that was warm from a cow and gave me milk. I hurt my hole with a wooden thing and the man put a knitting needle in my peehole. Then he took me back to father. I missed the milk. Other men licked my face and hit me between the legs. Then I was in the shed again, and the man who did nothing to me came and hurt the man with the cow and they - I don't know who they were - put me in the hospital, and then I was put in the orphanage. I was very happy there. No one hurt me except the other children, and I was given food and paints and paper. When I was six, a man who spoke no Russian came and took pictures of me. He wanted me to go with other men - but he gave me good food and fancy dresses. I was afraid that he would hurt me like my father had, but he was with another man who said what he said in Russian, and the man who took pictures of me told me that he would not hurt me. He said that my father had been a bad man. Fathers must love their daughters and not hurt them. He told me that I was pretty and showed me pictures of pretty girls lifting their fancy dresses to show how pretty they were. I showed him my hole - and he licked it! This made me want his thing in me. I asked him to put it in, and the Russian man told him to fuck me. I was crying because my body was crazy. They put jelly in my hole and the man who spoke no Russian held my hands and put his penis in. It felt nice. He squirted in there, and then the Russian man took me to another room. He tied my hands behind my back and put me on my knees. He put jelly in my rectum and raped me. His name was Styopa. He would come to the orphanage and take the prettiest girls to an apartment high above the city. He always took me because I am beautiful. I cried sometimes, but I loved him. I wanted him like a woman, but that hole was too small for him. He did it in my bottom. It stopped hurting so much when I was seven. The other children at the orphanage were afraid of him and left me alone. Only the prettiest girls went with him. He gave us fancy dresses and the orphanage gave us more food, but when I started getting fat Styopa made me stop eating. A year after he first raped me, the man who had spoken no Russian came to see us again. I was seven and a half. He spoke some Russian then. His name was Marty. He remembered me. He said that I was the most beautiful young woman he had ever been with. I spent a month in the apartment high above the city. He was small enough to use my hole. He put jelly in it and made love to me. He put it in my mouth and rectum, too. Marty taught me to be sexy and took lots of pictures of me. I wore a school uniform and carried textbooks. He pretended to be my teacher and I had to make him want me. I was supposed to act shy and ashamed of my body, but I peeled a banana and fondled the bedpost. He scared me to make me cry. He made me tell him what my father had done and said he would do those things to me, but then he said he had only wanted me to look frightened. Under the uniform I had on white stockings and a garter, filmy panties and a bra I didn't need. I took a stocking off and stared into the camera, cradling my naked foot. He told me to pretend it was a penis and took many pictures of me fondling my foot. I sucked my big toe, staring into the lens. He took close-ups of my dirty green eyes, and then he gave me a green banana. I untied my red kerchief and made it into a bandanna. I unbuttoned my lacy blouse and begged him to lick my nipples. I felt like a filthy animal. He said that everyone would see how pretty I was. When I started crying, he told me to get dressed again and brought in Sveta. She was from the orphanage, but I didn't know her. She was much older than I was, eleven, and lived in another room. Sveta had never been there before. She cried until they gave her some pills. She was very pretty like me, but she stank. I'm a blonde, and Sveta was a brown-eyed brunette with skin the color of tuna fish flesh. She was a virgin, but boys had kissed her and gone in her mouth. They took off her shoes and put her in the bed. Sveta had on the clothes she wore att the orphanage, second-hand jeans and a striped T-shirt. Her socks were dirty and had holes in them. She struggled, and Styopa had to hit her in the face. They gave her more pills and wiped away her tears, then told me that she was my sister and made me get into bed with her. I didn't want to be that kind of girl, but maybe she was. They gave me pills that made me feel happy, and then they told us to kiss. She tasted bad, but I liked kissing her. It got Styopa and Marty excited. Then they started taking pictures, and we were ashamed. Marty made me take her socks off and suck her stinky toes. They were salty and she had dirt under her toenails, but I wanted Marty to love me and I like having things in my mouth. Sveta liked it, too. They gave us more pills and we took our clothes off, kissing. Sveta was cold and clammy, and her cunny was pissy. She had sores on her chest and tiny breasts. She suckled me, and then they took close-ups of her to show that she was a virgin. They gave her a lot of pills, but Sveta still struggled and they had to rape her in the rectum. She was tame after that, like a rag doll. Sveta had a skinny butt and the hole was beautiful, hurt. Marty made love to me while Styopa took her to the toilet. He gave her an enema and we spent the next hour taking pictures of her ass. I licked it and played with her cunny. She liked that. We took a break, and then Styopa introduced us to Seryozha. He was a professional photographer, too. Sveta and I were dressed again and undressed, sucking our toes some more, and then Marty and Styopa took her virginity and sandwiched her. They whipped her until she acted sexy - and I fell in love with her. She was docile, passive, but soon she wanted to be pretty. They gave her a shot in the arm. She knew that everyone would see her like that. By the end of the evening, Sveta liked it in her rectum. She was like a zombie, so beautiful. Other men came and her body began to seek cock, moaning when there was nothing in her mouth, needing them. They didn't sandwich me, but I sucked a lot of men and got buttfucked again and again. I was bleeding, but I needed it in my butt like Sveta did. The pain floated to the surface, and I needed daddy inside. I went limp and stopped bawling, lying there until someone took me and fucked my bowels. They gave me a shot, too, and everything seemed so swift, like a fierce wind. I licked Sveta's hand while she stuffed it in and out of her cunny, and Styopa gave me the green banana again. I knew where it went, in and out of my ass. They took it away and sodomized me until morning, until my body was inside-out. I had hit bottom, and my brains were addled, my soul like scrambled eggs, rectal, where nothing hurt anymore except my beauty, Sveta sticking the banana in her mouth and moaning. * * * Gerhard Ratstropf wasn't big. He wasn't big in any way. He was a kleiner Mann who owned an Imbiss or two, selling mediocre Currywurst and an especially foul spiced wine in the Fussgngerzone of dreary Wilmersdorf and in the middle of nowhere, in even drearier Wedding, and so he picked on people who were smaller than him - on girls, specifically - young women - and he called it love. He was a Wessi, of course, but his wife was an Ossi. Brunnhilde Him - yup, that was her name - had led a fairly decent existence before the fall of the Wall, and decency was her main concern. Gerhard was an indecent man, and she had had enough of him. She married him because she met him at the Kasperle in the Moabit after she'd already had a gallon of Korn, and on that particular night Gerhard hadn't even been horny, or he was anyway too drunk to get it up, his horniness confined to a sort of in-your-face give-yourself-to-me-because-I'm-here, in your face, sort of approach, for thou art nothing and nothing you shall become, and so Brunnhilde, who had had a bad hair day, accompanied Herr Ratstropf to Zum Humpen and then to a nameless hole where men drank until they fell down and were woken up in the morning and given a shot of some Kruterliqueur and a coffee, or Schultheiss if they so desired, and ushered out the door for another day of work, which they spent in a miraculous daze which makes you wonder how a country which takes such dissolute individuals in stride could ever have suffered a Wirtschaftswunder or created the comforting and maybe even divine sound of a door slamming snugly upon a Mercedes. Anyway, Brunnhilde was out of sorts, but unlike many a person watered at that shady trough, she stayed awake even as her companion collapsed after having diced for drinks with immoderate success, resulting in a liberal flow of liquor on the decrepit house. Brunnhilde remained standing, and when six o'clock came and the bartender, a buxom Bavarian woman, woke the creatures who were sleeping on the floor and supplied them with a fresh dose of their favorite poison, Brunnhilde was still there - much to the surprise of Gerhard Ratstropf, who hadn't really been able to look at her. Alcohol had no effect on the woman, or her tolerance was as high as the silver ball of the TV tower visible from the Turmstrasse, which used to be in forbidden territory or anyway territory that required effort and got you peered at by cruel men in spiffy uniforms. Brunnhilde was fucking beautiful, Gerhard realized, clearing his lupine eyes with Campari of all things, surprised that they had it on hand, mixed with Gerolsteiner Sprudel and served by Elke, the Bavarian lush, who was eager to see everyone off and collapse herself. So Brunnhilde Him and Gerhard Ratstropf returned to Zum Humpen, where a less degenerate crowd was downing the hair of the dog and drinking coffee or beer. The weird thing about Germany is that some perfectly respectable people sit around sipping hard liquor at seven o'clock in the morning. Zum Humpen is not exactly a respectable place, but in the mornings it is something of an oasis, and an oasis is what it is because its customers come from everywhere within walking distance - or by motorized camel, if you will. Not that Brunnhilde or Gerhard were in any way respectable. Brunnhilde was only sixteen, for one, and she was the daughter of the notorious Joachim Him, who also happened to own a couple of seedy hot dog stands but was a professor, too, a questionable professor maybe, but a professor, one who dabbled in darkness. Like I (your humble narrator) said, Brunnhilde was interested in decency. I did not say that she meant to abide by it. It was to her a dubious thing, what with the Stasi having been the height of decency for a time, except to a few scattered romantics and the like - political people. The East was a lie, but a comfortable lie - not a luxurious lie by any means, but Wohlstand can get a bit boring to a girl like her. It was not a curious lie. She was as incurious about the East as she would be about an onion - only it was a fallen onion, and inedible. Its peelings would long be found in Kinder and kitchen and crumbling church, because everybody with anywhere to go had long ago left the East and only the rot remained, Rot, and she had other latifundia. Her father was in the skin trade, her mother a commissar. Brunnhilde was bored. The Gymnasium bored her, and soon Gerhard Ratstropf bored her - but that was after she had become Frau Ratstropf. Brunnhilde Him married him because he liked young girls, and once she discovered that he was chickenshit she abandoned him. She had a chip on her lovely shoulder. And Ratstropf - he fell apart. For she was exquisite! How many such flawless mannequins do you have in your acquaintance, who go to such watering holes and stay till you awaken, and are young enough to look like they could slip from such a place into some sinister convent, unnoticed? Whose anus appears to be virgin but opens upon a thirsty abyss? That was what she was to him. So, after the divorce, he fell apart, and, being a good soul, Brunnhilde would agree to meet him - he arranged these meetings at Zum Humpen, as if it had been the site of some Arabian romance, a romance which had never really occurred except in the ecstasy of alcohol and its sister memory, the specifics forgotten (not in their essence forgotten, but the circumstances long gone to Lethe for Brunnhilde - and for Gerhard, too - for the both of them had a sick tendency to seek secrets, and their sole reasons for speaking with anyone were to crack a nut, to dig around and find a way to make a man or woman vomit the thing or things that kept them from life, as they themselves were not in life - they had hope, and hope is the opposite of life). So they met again, differently, after the divorce, for they hoped for nothing in each other. Brunnhilde Ratstropf - she had not restored her former name, for her father was anathema to her - knew very well that her ex-husband was into kids. They had been married for three whole years, one of them legally, and it only takes a knowing glance or a study of the bedroom timbres. Brown study, blue funk, she saw that the man who had uplifted her was geisteskrank. He looked at little girls like he wanted to eat them. He didn't eat them only because it would land him in prison, which seemed to her a very bad reason, for he had already imprisoned himself in fear, and he looked like a worn two-headed coin. He took trips to Thailand, later Cambodia, but that was not what he wanted. He wanted to rape someone with an extensive vocabulary in his mother tongue. Someone whose eyes invited him in and who had the same gods he did - only he had lost his gods. The tails of his coin were abscondite. Woe is me. Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi. Gerhard Ratstropf was a shifty-eyed shit who thought he had fallen in love with this Brunnhilde because she had left him. Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi. She was never there. That a body writhes beneath you does not make it yours, and Gerhard was a little boy who wanted everything to be his. Brunnhilde was not a thing, and he suffered for it. But, like I said, she was a good soul, and so she let him cry on her shoulder and enjoyed many a soliloquy in various disreputable bars off the Turmstrasse. By that time all of the travel agencies had little signs saying nein to the less savory trips to Thailand - savory to whom - and men like Gerhard were anyway always sad. Forsooth, he was not seeking a child, and would have done himself a favor by a sticking a gun in his mouth and firing it, for what he sought was probably unavailable long before he was screwed up enough to seek it - it was a part of himself, and the world is so composed that men like Gerhard Ratstropf cannot find themselves until they blow their heads off. Of this, Brunnhilde was certain. But it was she who suggested the journey. Thailand was out - another nice thing about Germany is that its agents crawl around the Rif writing down license plate numbers and do a lot of digging in Bangkok, making certain that the Staatsbrger do not spend the fruits of prosperity on forbidden fruit, importing kif or lazing about in Siamese bagnios with spoiled toddlers. Thailand and Morocco have governments, Brunnhilde reasoned - but Russia does not. It may yet get one: Vovochka looks promising, what with the old Soviet anthem coming back and the KGBeshniks nosing around in the newspaper offices - but, as it stood, Anno Domini nineteen hundred and ninety-nine, men like Gehrard Ratstropf and his erstwhile wife could crawl around the Kuzbass with impunity if they so dared, impregnating pubescents and wreaking havoc in pretty little heads as long as they could pay for it - and such kids were cheap. Dirt cheap. * * * Yelena Ivanovna was eleven when men began to touch her. She'd been kissed by boys - she'd even let an older boy unbutton her blouse, once, and it felt nice, even though she was nervous and embarrassed by her lack of breasts - but she liked them, or at least she liked how they made her feel. That wasn't true with her uncle. Yelena had been spanked before, too, by her father, and sometimes whipped, but he hadn't been cruel to her. It wasn't sexual, either, and it hadn't happened often. He had punished her for doing badly in school, and later for stealing, and after her mother had left him, he did it when he was drunk and angry. She loved him, though, and she was very sad when he died, and having to go live with her uncle afterwards made Yelena even sadder. She'd never liked her mother's brother - if she'd been older, she might not even have loved her mother - and after Ivan Sergeevich died (he drank something that was supposed to be vodka, and almost everyone he was with then died, too), Yelena had to go live with Maksim. Uncle Maksim's wife was long gone, and Yelena's new guardian lived alone in a squalid wooden house at a slight distance from the village, which consisted mostly of such houses and brick apartment blocks from the Khruschev era, reminiscent of American housing projects; a grocery store that often had nothing to sell but dubious vodka and cheap unfiltered cigarettes; a bathhouse; a disco decorated with murals in the social realist style, showing triumphant peasants led to prosperity and liberty by a keen Lenin; a cafeteria which served kasha and gristle; a store that sold what hardware was available, cheap clothes and shoes that fit no one; an ugly memorial to the victims of fascism and a picturesque old cemetery near a dilapidated mansion once occupied by the noble exploiters of the working class and the peasantry alike. There was a school built during the _stagnatsiya_ under Brezhnev, when everything was as stagnant as the pond near the mansion, and there was nothing else. The surrounding forests were deep and delightful, the men were drunk, their wives hunted them down when they hid in various gutted dwellings and drank, and Yelena knew the village like the back of her beautiful hand. It bored her. Even the woods bored her, and even springtime had begun to bore her, the fabulous Russian springtime one hears in Stravinsky. She was like a lonely flower, lovely and lonely and rare - so lonely. She had friends, and she wasn't the prettiest girl in the village, which was not in any way an uncommon village. There are villages like hers everywhere where Soviet power extended and sputtered out at last, dying with a whimper and buried with an onslaught of trash from the West, little of which trickled into places like hers. What did came in the cruel hands of evil men in leather jackets, and girls like Yelena looked up to them even as their fathers or guardians grumbled about the old days. Yelena was self-centered and precocious, and even that wasn't rare - Russians have a tendency to spoil their daughters, especially if they're pretty, and she was pretty enough to be very aware of her own beauty early on. What set her apart was the intensity of this awareness. She didn't live in the village. She lived in the looking glass, in the certainty that some prince would pluck her. The trouble is that wildflowers are available to all, and their was no guarantee that a prince would happen by. It was even unlikely, even if her prince could possibly be a bad man with a crew cut and cellphone and cruel eyes that would melt when he looked at her. She had grown up in one of the more modern if shabby apartment blocks, and didn't look forward to that aspect of life with Maksim Sergeevich, either, because she liked to take baths. Her uncle had only a well, which meant she would have to go to the bathhouse - Fridays were for men and Saturdays for women - and she was self-conscious. Since she'd let the boy unbutton her blouse, Yelena had budded, her hips widening slightly and bumps appearing where her breasts would be. She had no hair yet, but she loved to stare at her slender body and dream of the man who would possess it. Her father had beaten her silly when he'd found out about the boy - they'd been seen - and it had taught her a lesson. She understood now that she couldn't trust herself with boys. If the babushka hadn't run and told her father, who knows what Ivan Borisovich would have done. He was fourteen, and she'd been only nine, and yet she would have let him go further - she was excited, and couldn't stop him - and Yelena knew that she had to preserve her virginity for the prince. She still flirted, and it excited her to be stared at, but she mustn't lose her head, or she might lose her maidenhead. Her uncle started touching her on the night of her father's funeral. He was falling-down drunk, and Yelena was grieving, and Maksim Sergeevich took her in his lap to comfort her. Then he slid his callused hand under her frilly black skirt and started kissing her, stroking her skinny thigh. She didn't struggle. She felt nauseous, and let him paw her, and he let her go and passed out. She cried herself to sleep, and he didn't touch her again until the following week. He was drinking with his friend Vanya and made her sit in his lap. It was much worse with another man there, and Yelena wept, and her uncle said that she was a slut to think that he would do anything to her. Then he spanked her. Her father had never pulled down her panties to spank her, but her uncle did, in front of his friend. She screamed and tried to escape but he held her firmly, spanking her until she went pee, then petting his little bed-wetter's buttocks and making her drop her leg to see if she was a woman yet. She almost died when he fingered her delicate flower, stroking the petals and teasing her anus. Vanya could see everything, she knew, and she heard his breathing despite her sobs, and felt her uncle's cock stiffen in his filthy pants, under her, and her slit grew damp, and her uncle moistened his finger and slid it into her rectum. Yelena went limp, and he masturbated her like that, whispering to her about how he knew about the boy she'd been with and how her father had worried that she'd turn out to be a whore, and how if she told anyone she'd be taken away and sent to the orphanage in the city, where men would make her a whore whether she wanted to be one or not. The eleven-year-old wanted to die, and yet his finger made Yelena whimper in a way that made her even more ashamed, and then she came. He let her go, and the girl ran to her room and threw herself into her bed and sobbed until she couldn't anymore. She thought about running away, but she knew what happened to little girls who ran away. The older girls at school whispered about the pimps who caught them before they left the train stations in Moscow and St. Petersburg and made them give themselves to men for money, and how if they ran away again the girls who were already whores would stick bottles in their vaginas and make it so that no one would ever want them. Yelena wanted to be wanted, but wondered whether to wait for the prince. She wanted to wash, but she lay in bed not daring to go back through the room where Vanya and her uncle were still drinking, trying desperately to think of someone who would help her. If she was a little older, maybe she could find a boyfriend. A fourteen-year-old village girl had been seduced by one of the men who brought Marlboros to the grocery store. Many things were appearing in the village, like Marlboros, things from far away, things only the men with leather jackets and cellphones could afford, and there were so few of these men - they only passed through. She thought about seducing one, but knew it was impossible. She was only eleven years old, and anyone could see that. She was a child. But Yelena knew that what had happened with her uncle would happen again and again, and it would get worse - and where he put his finger had given her a horrible revelation. Even if he didn't pluck her flower, he would ruin her. She suddenly wanted to stay virgin, not only in her vagina but in her soul. What men did was monstrous. Some of the girls captured in the train stations were sent to where the fancy things came from, to Germany and America and even Japan. If she thought she would be, she would have tried to run. She might also get there through the orphanage. She'd heard that, too. But Yelena thought that the men who would want her - to adopt her, as it were - would want her to be pure. She wasn't even any longer sure she was pretty enough. She knew the sort of girls such men wanted - blondes, mostly, and Yelena had light brown hair and brown eyes. She had a nice face, a very nice face, and she thought her body was beautiful, too, slender but muscular - but what would happen to it if men turned her into a whore? There were a few whores in the village, and only one of them was pretty. Women wilted when they were plucked. Yelena played with her flower for the first time. It was like a desperate prayer, watering her flower. She fantasized about the boy who had unbuttoned her blouse, at first, about how she'd felt then - and then she remembered what her uncle had said about becoming a whore. The whole village knew about the boy. He hadn't even liked her. He only did it because she let him, because he knew that she was that kind of girl. Yelena was ashamed. Her uncle had made her come, too, and in that awful way, and it wasn't normal. She knew what an orgasm was. She'd never had one before, but she knew. Her anus was sore, and the tender folds of her flower hurt from her urine. He'd called her a bed-wetter, which she wasn't - she'd always been clean. She hadn't even touched her vagina before - it was dirty. Yelena sniffed her fingers, sniffling, then put them in her mouth. She was incredibly aroused, and thought about Sveta, the fourteen-year-old who'd run off with the man, and then about the man, imagining him seeing her like this, so obscene. Would he want her then? Vanya had wanted her. She'd heard his heavy breathing while her uncle raped her with his finger. Yelena took her panties off and lifted her skirt, drooled onto her slender fingers and lifted her skirt, writhing. Did all men like to do what her uncle had done? He wanted to put his penis in there! She'd felt how big it was, and knew it must hurt, and the idea was so disgusting. She drew her legs up and fingered the dirty opening, her head back, fondling her throat, and wormed a wet finger into the filthy hole. Gasping, Yelena slid the finger out and rubbed her slit, farting, rocking her hips, stroking her throat and rubbing her crotch until it came, shuddering, impossible pleasure shooting through her belly and pelvis like oil pressed from a sunflower, sudden, her fingers closing around her throat and a warm wind kicking up between her outstretched thighs, bringing rain. The next morning was the first of September, when school begins and schoolgirls in Russia are dolled up and paraded through the streets. It's a strange event, a true celebration. Yelena went to the well and fetched water, her uncle snoring loudly in his bedroom and Vanya crashed out on the couch. Quietly, the child closed the kitchen door and heated water on the propane stove, mixing it with more cold water to obtain a cool bath, standing in the plastic washtub and cleaning herself, dreading the possibility that her uncle or his friend might wake and look for more vodka. They didn't, and Yelena was so relieved that she almost forgot the horror of the previous evening. She put on white pantyhose and a black velvet dress with a white lace collar, and she looked lovely, studying herself in the mirror. When she had finished, Vanya was getting up. He stared at her and smiled sheepishly - and it crossed her mind that if she had to suffer, she would prefer to suffer with him, and not her uncle. Certainly he had once been good-looking, and he hadn't done anything to her, and his son was nice, too - a friend of the boy she'd been with. It was early, and Yelena was glad that her uncle was not awake. She found a clean glass, filled it with vodka, and brought it to Vanya. He thanked her - and he was really grateful, and he looked at her, too, appreciatively, and Yelena loved to be appreciated. Vanya said her uncle was no good, and Yelena felt the man's hazy eyes undress her, and then he asked her to sit in his lap. Yelena obeyed, nervous, and Vanya whispered nice things to her, then kissed her. She couldn't stop him because she didn't want to wake her uncle. He tasted like black tobacco and alcohol. She didn't kiss back, at first, but she started to get warm, and then he told her that he'd never seen such a beautiful rump. His hand crept between her legs, feeling her flower through the pantyhose, and Yelena moaned softly - his touch was very different from her uncle's, and even though she couldn't like him, her cunny did - it made her feel like a woman. Then he said that she wanted him to put his penis in her mouth, and that he needed to, too. She didn't want to, but that wasn't as scary as what her uncle wanted to do or what she'd thought Vanya would want. She knew girls did that and she wanted to see what it looked like. He kept caressing her and whispering how much she wanted it. Her crotch was damp and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and Yelena kissed him back, her mouth watering. Then he lowered her to the floor and undid his pants. Yelena knelt between his thighs. Part of her wanted it, and part of her felt like the whole world had crouched low on her little chest. She stared at it - and it stank. He told her to kiss it, and suddenly she heard her uncle stirring in his bedroom. Vanya grabbed her when she tried to get away. It tasted bad, but it made her feel better, like she wasn't there. Puling, she let him fuck her face, and then her uncle was there, jeering - and he did it, too. They came in her mouth, first her uncle, then his friend, and she choked on their semen, and then they gave her vodka and took off her clothes. She felt dead. Beautiful, but dead. Maksim Sergeevich put her on her hands and knees and poured sunflower oil into her crack, and then they fucked her in the rectum. Yelena howled, yet it made her feel good, too, as if they were peeling her reflection from her flesh, and they gave her more vodka, fucking her butt and making her suck them. She missed the first day of school, and by mid-afternoon she didn't want to run away anymore, or couldn't. That part of her was theirs, and it was like a broken doll, and Yelena Ivanovna didn't care about anything except being left alone, and they left her alone, and then she was lonely, lamenting life in the village and existence itself. She missed a week of school, and when they sent her back to the dismal building which once had made her so happy, it didn't make her happy anymore. Everyone knew what she had done. The next day she didn't go, going to the dilapidated mansion instead, where some of the other waifs would gather, and by that evening Yelena has truly become a whore. One of the tractor drivers from the collective farm had gone in her mouth, and a man who lazed about in front of the grocery store had given her vodka in exchange for a blow job. No one called the _militsiya_ because there were other girls like her, and they knew about the boy who'd taken off her blouse, and what could be proven about her uncle if he had a niece like that. She would only be sent to the orphanage, where the same things would happen only worse, and Yelena Ivanovna was lost. Her uncle made her buy vodka with her body and she began to drink, too, and all she had left was her hymen, which didn't matter to her anymore. She no longer had orgasms, either. She never washed and dragged herself between her uncle's hovel and Vanya's and the abandoned mansion, and people pitied her or were revolted by her. But then, in the nick of time, in early November, which was weirdly warm that year, Yelena was rescued. Volodya, who stood above all of the other strange angels with crew cuts and cellphones who visited the village, his leather jacket more supple and the fear he inspired as palpable as spirits, grain neutral spirits, came into the mansion one morning, looking for girls. He found Yelena huddled with two other young girls and a bevy of boys who tried to look tough until they saw him. They ran away, but the girls stared at him, waiting. He was like a messenger from another world. He gave the trio a Marlboro each and complimented their appearance. There was a photographer interested in girls like them, Volodya said. Did they want to be models? Oksana, at thirteen the eldest damsel in the troika, knew what he meant; Yelena suspected; and the third maiden, Masha, who was only ten, had no idea of what he was talking about. She was a virgin to boot, blond and blue-eyed like the girls Yelena imagined were sent into a mystical slavery. Yelena had started to ponder flight once again. Anything would be better than her life then. Oksana and Yelena agreed to pose, so Masha did, too. Volodya gave them each a few rubles and told them to be at the mansion the next day. * * * Marty Clemm had been enjoying Russia and its former satellites and slave states for many years. He was a zero, basically, the sort of person who pushes his throat towards you when he talks, makes you want to pick his Adam's apple, swaying while his eyes look down at you inebriated with a sense of self-importance, scum, he was scum, he was the sort of scum you meet at last call. He had failed in everything and had a reason for everything, he rationalized the human condition, he was an asshole who thrust only his throat at you because he was scared shitless of anyone who approached him, because he harbored unspeakable desires and hadn't the means to obtain them, he needed kids, he needed kids 'cause he was a kid, a Peter Pan, he'd had bad toilet training and had never become a man and our society does not demand manhood, Marty Clemm could survive as well any other virus, he charmed you, you made last call, he drank a double on you, what he spoke of was even enticing because he never spoke of it, he hid his desires like a girl, he loved girls, young girls, girls too young to have titties or who had only a semblance of such, of such suchness, succulent. He could worm his way into any girl wild enough to stray near him, but few did, and those who did were too wild and were bored, dead bored, because Marty had long ago lost whatever it was that made people want him, they didn't want him, it was between the lines and under the words, under even the whispers when the double entendre doubled back and he slid his hand down your back or slapped it, he slapped it if you were a guy, are you a guy, and you looked at him and it was like looking at somebody you didn't have to look at, no matter what you were, and Marty knew it, it made him cocky 'cause he was too pathetic even to kill, even girls didn't wanna listen to him, he promised nothing, only himself, a hundred and seventy or eighty pounds of sedentary skin and bones and dubious sinew, sallow, his eyes could spring a trap because he wanted you so much, needed you, down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel, pathos, oh and even bathos, he was a charmer was Marty, the bartender did last call but stayed and let you stay, she looked into everyone's faces to make certain that they weren't fuzz, the bar stayed open and you bought Marty another drink because you were feeling worse than he was, the light lit, low, you were feeling worse than he was but you could never be like him, I hope, he was the kind of guy you wanna smash his face in, you were feeling low and the lights were turned down low and gorgeous over there was pouring drinks on the house, and gorgeous she was gorgeous but not for you, you like girls, not women, and though you appreciated her pours and the way she reacted to the guys slavering at her tits you don't like tits, and the more you drank, it was after two, the more you wished Marty Clemm would go away or turn into a girl, but he didn't, and he got shots on the house, too, 'cause he was with you, and you left to do whatever it is you do, and I'll tell you what Marty did. He went home and waded through his darkroom. He got sick of what he saw. He had thousands of pictures of girls like Yelena, intact and partially intact, ravished and ravaged, slightly damaged or badly broken, or put back together if they could be. Several Svetas and numberless Natashas, images that could be construed as legal - the girls taken out into the woods or lolling by a livid sea, their little hands hiding their entrances suggestively, their sores concealed with cosmetics or airbrushed out, the gamma shifted to shadow their bruises. These were the photographs that brought filthy lucre - the others, the ones where the girls appeared in all their sordid glory, went to a select few or were for his eyes only, dark eyes. There were a few women among his victims - young women, even ten or eleven years old. By women I mean children who were aware of another world, a world not necessarily formed in love but one not formed in fear, or skirting fear, skirts lifted, weird and winged, escaping even him despite the camera. Even him. Copyright 2000, Silvio Stoker. ALL Rights Reserved =============================== This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************** Wish to read more texts of this writer? To load archives, pass to a file [0SilvioStoker.htm] in the same catalogue. Or on my homepage Sergdriver http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sergdriver/www/index.htm There more many fascinating stories of other writers and mine too! *********************************

F/f, young Grace, the borrowed daughter .. Written by tony-n-friends ====================== This story is a work of fiction. ===================== Heather looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at her outfit. Fuck she was horny, she needed something to fill her afternoon, a man, a woman, a child, someone to fill her empty, horny cunt. Her daughter was away for the weekend, her son was not there visiting and she was lonely. Her hand went up and caressed her pretty tits, imagining a childs hand on them, squeezing them. She twisted a nipple, feeling the pleasure pulse down into her pussy, imagining a big hot man listening to her groans. She slid a hand into her tight blue jeans, imagining a womans hand there, searching for the sweet pleasure that would cum. She stomped her feet on the floor, loving the boots that were high on her legs, the leather caressing her knees. Her little top was unbuttoned, and tied at her waist, her high, firm breasts easy to see. Her nipples pushed out against the soft cotton material, so very sexy. Her dark red hair was long, down her back, very sexy. She was a woman looking for sex, that was very plain to see, but she didnt know where she would find it today. She turned and headed out of her apartment. She parked her car in the lot of the mall, the one she and her daughter usually shopped in. There was a man who worked at the hardware store, a big man, tall and strong, she might want to see him, tease him, see if he would like to enjoy her charms. There was a teenager who worked at the lunch counter, so sweet and sexy and about 16 years old Heather smiled as she thought of how she and her daughter could make his cock so hard so quickly. There would always be children in the mall, sweet little kids running and jumping, some ready for sex. Some ready for anything a 26 year old female pedophile might enjoy. She pulled open the big entrance door, and the cold air conditioning made her hungry nipples even harder than they usually were. She walked with long strides, her hips swaying. Men stopped to watch her go by. Women stopped to watch her go by. Teen boys hardened as she walked by. She had a special smile for each and every one, her lips swollen and kissable. She headed for the hardware store, but a quick look inside told her that her big man was not there. Her dirty mind began to change, she was not in the mood for a silly teenager after all, nor for a big hard man. She wanted a child. A sweet little boy or girl to play with.. She walked on, her eyes never missing anyone walking by her. She saw the looks she was getting, enjoyed winking at a few men who she could see would like her under them. She headed towards the south end of the mall, a quieter place. There was a long hallway that lead to two, usually not busy stores. There was a bench down there, one that Heather and her daughter sat at many times, watching the men walk by, waiting to see if any of them looked directly at them. Waiting to see if any of the men walked over to speak to them. To see if any of them wanted to come home and fuck her and her 10 year old daughter. This time she was alone, and it was her looking, not waiting. She walked along the quiet hallway, and happened to glance into another hallway, a long walk to the restrooms. It was just a glance, but she stopped dead a couple of steps on, her brain just realizing what it had just seen. A man. With a child. And he had her hand in his, helping her to rub his cock inside his pants. Shit, her boots made too much noise on the flooring to sneak back and peek. She sat on the bench, waiting and watched as the man and the little girl came down the aisle and headed back towards the busier end of the mall. She stood and followed, never too far behind. The man was tall, just Heathers type. Well built, but a bit of a belly. He had long strides, and the little one was almost running, trying to keep up. She was young, perhaps 6 or 7, her little hand tucked into the big hand of the man. She was a reddish- blonde, her hair falling to curls at the end. Her nose was up-turned, covered with sweet freckles. Her body was covered with a sun dress, tied at each shoulder. Over her shoulder she carried a little purse. Heather followed them as they headed for the movie theatre. She stood inline behind them, asking to be let into the same show that the mans deep voice had asked for. She hung back, allowing them to enter the darkened theatre, not wanting to spook the man. She bought a drink and slowly walked through the doors of #3, her eyes having to grow accustomed to the dim light before she found them, high, in the balcony. She walked around to the other side of the theatre, then mounted the balcony stairs, sitting one row back of them, 5 or 6 seats away. They all settled in, and laughed at the cartoons. The mans head swiveled around, checking to see who would be looking at them. Heather was slumped down in her seat, and she felt the mans eyes slide over her, not feeling she was a problem to them. way through the show Heather quietly sat up, leaning over the seat in front of her. Her eyes were accustomed to the dim light and what she saw made the juice run from her pussy. The man had his arm around the little girl, looking for all the world like a daddy cuddling his daughter. What no one else could see was that his pants were open and her head was bent, her mouth on him. Heather watched as the little girl sucked him off, and when the sound of the movie was quiet, she could hear him moaning, urging her on. His cock was not large, but a very nice size for a little girls mouth. Heather quietly crept until she was sitting in the chair directly behind them, waiting. She could hear him clearer now, whispering to his daughter to suck daddy baby, suck his hard cock, to let daddy cum in her sweet little mouth, and she just sat waiting for the moment he was about to explode. Then she touched him. On the shoulder. And watched him jump, watched his cock be pulled out of the mouth of his little girl, watched his already spurting semen spurt out all over her, squirting her hair, and landing on her dress. The man just looked at Heather, stunned, caught. She smiled at him. I think we have things to talk about she said to him. First, I think we should get this little girl cleaned up. Meet me in the lobby she instructed as she walked around to the row and held her hand out to the little girl. She could hear the man trying to clean himself and do himself up as she walked with the little girl to the entrance to the lobby. The lights were bright and they both blinked, Heather pushed the little girl into the washroom before anyone could see the type of mess she had on herself. She sat her on the edge of the sink and turned on the water, letting it warm. The child sat silent, big fat tears falling from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. Heather grabbed some paper towels and wet them, beginning to sponge off the pretty dress. Another towel was warmed, and the little ones face was washed, but the tears kept falling. Heather threw out the towels and squatted, so she was at face level with the little girl. Her hand came up and she was gently touching the pretty reddish blonde hair, brushing it back from the little face. Do you have a name sweet one? she whispered. The little head nodded and she whispered back Grace. Heather stood, and the childs eyes followed her, her neck bent back to look up. Heather smiled Dont be frightened sweet one, no one will hurt you. Will you tell on my daddy? Not if you are a good girl and do what I saydo you understand? The little head nodded, another tear sliding silently down her face. Heather slowly moved her hands to her shirt and slid one side slowly to the right, the little girls eyes beginning to open wide as she saw one of Heathers beautiful tits come into view. The shirt caught on one turgid nipple, then it slid free, and Heathers hand went to the head of the little girl. Suck me sweet one, suck mommys tit. Suck me hard baby, mommy wants to feel your sweet mouth on her she whispered as she guided her nipple into the little mouth. She felt the mouth close over her, felt the sweet wave of pleasure flow to her pussy as the little girl sucked on her. She took the little girls hand in hers and held it between her legs, beginning to grind her pussy against the hand. The hand behind her head brought Grace closer, forcing her to suck harder. Mommy needs you sweet one, mommy needs to cum baby, help mommy cum. Be mommys little cum slut baby ohhhhhhh your mouth is so sweet. She felt the cum build in her pussy, and began to moan. This little slut was so sweet, innocent to look at but daddys little fuck toy. Daddy had trained this one well, she could follow orders. The mouth began to suck harder, as if the little girl knew instinctively what was needed. The hand between Heathers legs began to rub into her cunt, the warmth pouring through her jeans. Heather ground her cunt against the little hand and let the cum wash over her, explode into her body, and a loud moan escaped her lips. Fuck fuck fuck fuck it was good. This was just what she needed. Not a man. Not a teenage boy. A very sweet little girl named Grace. It was time to take her home. 2 Heather took Graces hand and helped the little girl jump down. They opened the door and walked back into the lobby. Right away they saw Graces father, walking up and down the concourse, obviously nervous. He saw them come out and rushed over to them. His eyes widened when he finally got a good look at the woman who stood before him. Her nipples were jutting out, and fuck she was sexy. Her tummy was flat and went down into sexy hips, and her legs were encased in high boots, the kind that his generation used to call fuck-me-boots. Her hair was dark red and long, and she was a wet dream standing. He tried to grab Graces hand, but Heather put it behind her back. Hello she said to the man, smiling with a bit of evil. Her name is Grace, I understand. How old is she and where is her mother? The man gulped, and looked around to see just who was watching them. She is 7 and she lives with her mother. I get her every second weekend and this is one of those weekends. Heather nodded, understanding. A pedophile weekend daddy, and poor thing had been interrupted. Why were you having her blow you in the movies? Are you stupid, anyone could have seen you! He hung his head and nodded. Her mom always asks her what we did and if I just took her to my apartment every time, she would have nothing to tell her mom that we did. Heather smiled at him Well, she is coming to my apartment, this weekend. Or, at least, for the afternoon. He began to shake his head and he followed them out of the theatre and down the corridors, Heather obviously heading for her car. He was getting angry, the tone of his voice was becoming harsh. What the fuck are you talking about? You cant take her with you, at least not without me coming also. Where the hell are you taking her!!? The end of the sentence got louder and she looked around shushing him. Do you want everyone to know what is going on? she asked. I dont give a fuck what they know, you are not taking my daughter anywhere! Heather turned and looked at him. They were at the entrance, and her car stood right outside. She had to make him stay here. She needed this little thing for the afternoon. If you dont let me go and take her, I will start yelling about what I jsut saw. I will yell for the cops and I will tell them I saved her from you. AndI can prove it baby, I wiped your sweet cum off of her dress, but they can find the stains. Fuck, if stains on a dress are good enough to impeach a president, they will land you in jail too, my friend. He nodded, believing her for the first time. When can I have her back? he asked, his voice quivering. Give me your cell phone number, and I will call you and tell you where to come and get her when I am finished. You wont hurt her, will you? he asked. Heather smiled, No more than you do baby, we are cut from the same cloth. I need this little one this afternoon. He nodded, fully understanding. His hand dropped and he allowed them to walk through the doors and get into Heathers car. Big tears were falling down the little face as they drove down the street and across the town, pulling into the underground parking garage of Heathers building. Heather said not a word to Grace, just parked the car, took her hand and let her to the elevators, then into her apartment. The child was crying in earnest now, the tears rolling down her face. They were turning Heather on even more than she had been. She made Grace kick off her sandals, then took the little girl into her living room, and sat her on the chair. Heather stood in front of her, and bent over, pulling one long boot off and then the other. As Grace watched, the boots were tossed over by the door. Heather waited until the eyes of the young girl were firmly on her, and her hands went to the shirt, tied at her waist. Heathers trembling fingers undid the knot, then pulled the shirt off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Graces eyes widened as she saw the tits in front of her. Sexy, firm and topped with big hard nipples. She had seen her mommys but they were not like this. Heathers hands went to the front of her jeans, and she unsnapped them, pulling the tight material down over her hips, and dropping into a puddle on the floor. Grace stared at the point where Heathers legs met, the place was bare, with no hair at all. Graces mom had dark hair there and it always scared Grace to see it, thinking it was something horrible but this one was bare, just like hers, except this one was all wet, Grace could see it glistening. Heather placed her hands on her hips and stared at Grace. You do understand you are here to do what I say? she asked. The little girl nodded. Heather smiled and, saying not a word, walked over to the girl and stood right in front of her. She reached down and took the hand of the little girl, and brought it up to her pussy. She guided the fingers to her clit and the little girl gasped, feeling the hard nub of flesh. Rub it baby, rub mommys clit. Mommy is so fucking hot for you baby, she needs you to learn how to pleasure Heather groaned as she felt the little fingers on her. Suddenly she reached for Graces head, curling her fingers into the long hair, and pulled Graces face towards her needy cunt. Grace tried to pull away, but Heather was stronger, and she pulled the little girl forward until her mouth was resting against the wet cunt. Let your tongue come out baby, poke it out and let mommy rub her hot cunt all over it. Mmmmmmmmm yes, baby thats right. Farther, poke your little tongue out farther. Oh fuck baby, mommy is going to fuck her clit with your hot little tongue. Taste mommy, baby, taste my dirty cum on your sweet tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, you are driving mommy crazy baby, mommy is going to cum all over your little face baby. Ahhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmm baby, feel mommys cummmmm ohhhhhhh fuck yes baby mommy is fucking your sweeet tongue yesssssss cumminggggggg baby, lick me, lick me so good baby, ohhhhh yesssssssss fuckkkkkkkk yesssssssssss taste my cum you little slut ahhhhhhhhhhh The cum ran out of Heathers cunt, and onto the waiting tongue of the little girl. She did as she was told, licking and sucking the cum, swallowing it down into her sweet little tummy. Heathers hand remained clenched in Graces hair until her cum finished, then releasing her and allowing the little girl to fall back against the back of the chair. Very good baby, very good. Your daddy has taught you to take orders very well. Lets go to mommys bedroom, shall we? 3. She walked over to the bed and pointed to it, motioning for the little one to sit down. Grace walked over to the big bed, and crawled up onto it, her eyes never leaving the face of the woman who taste was still on her lips. Heather stood her up on the bed and untied each of the little bows on her shoulders, and groaned as the dress fell to the bed. The panties were next, and then the little girl stood in front of, totally naked. Ohhhhhhh fuckkk yesssss Heather whispered to herself as she looked at the little body in front of her. Sweet pink skin was revealed, sexy little nipples on the flat chest and down to a little tummy then flowing into the sweetest little pink cunt, ready to be tasted. With the girl standing on the bed and Heather on the floor, they were equal in height. Does daddy lick you here? Heather asked as her hand came up and gently rubbed the little slut. Grace nodded. Heather bent her head and let her tongue come out to lick Grace on the face. She licked her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. She licked her mouth all around and then bent forward, pushing her tongue into the mouth of the little 7 year old. Open baby she growled and the little girl opened her mouth, letting the tongue slide in. Heathers hands went around Grace, pulling her forward until their bodies were touching, tits and pussys rubbing. She kissed her hotly, like 2 lovers would kiss. Heather loved to teach little ones to kiss, had taught her own children the same thing. Her tongue swirled in the little mouth, touching and tasting. She broke the kiss and reached for the pillows, placing them in the middle of the bed. She made Grace lay down, her bum on the pillows, her head and her shoulders down on the bed so her little pussy was pushed up. Spread your legs baby, and let me see if I can suck you as good as your daddy does. Heather crawled onto the bed and got between the little legs, drinking in the sight of the tight little cunt, bare and virginal. She licked her finger, leaving spit on it so that it was wet as she placed it at the opening of the little slit. She gently began to rub her finger up and down, feeling the lips start to moisten and part. Her finger dug a little, finding the clit, then the opening to her little fuck channel. She pushed gently into the little hole, feeling the tightness grip her finger. She looked up at the face of the little girl and saw her with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the caressing of her pretty little cunt. As heather watched, Graces thumb came up and slid into her mouth, the little one beginning to suck on her thumb like a cock. Does daddy fuck you Grace? she asked quietly. The eyes opened as the little girl nodded. The thumb popped out as Grace whispered He puts it in a little bit. Heather smiled. A little bit. Mmmmm she would be tight. Heather dropped her face to the little cunt and breathed in the smell. Mmmmmm hot tight little cunt smell. A smell Heather knew and loved so well. Her fingers spread the lips of the little girl and her tongue came out, finding the clit and slowing licking it up and down. She felt the little girl wiggle under her, her moaning showing how much she was enjoying the feeling. Heather tasted the cunt, licking it up and down, sliding her tongue into the little hole, then back up and sucking the sweet little clit into her mouth. Fuck, it was sweet. The taste of a 7 year old girl was like no other. Tangy, sexy, just right for eating. The little pussy was drenched, both from the fluids of the little girl and from Heather's mouth. Heather stopped licking and slid up beside the girl, kissing her mouth hotly, forcing the little girl to taste her juice on Heathers lips. Do you taste your cunt sweet one? It tastes good, doesnt it? Can you still taste my cunt? Let me show you again what a cunt tastes like baby Heather said as she twirled her body around so that her head was near the pussy of the little girl. Heather spread her legs and lifted them across the little girl, so her bare and very wet cunt was just above Graces mouth. This is 69 baby, and all sluts know how to do it. You are a slut baby, so you have to learn. Suck my cunt baby, suck it like you suck your daddys cock, suck it like the fuck toy you are baby. She lowered her pussy to the mouth of the little girl, grinding it against her lips. She loved it when she felt the little girl open her mouth and felt the tongue come out and begin to lick. That nub is my clit baby, it is a baby cock. Treat it just like your daddys cock baby, suck on it. Suck on it until I tell you to stop. Heathers face went back to the cunt of the little girl and they pleasured each other, each loving the feeling of the mouth on their cunts. Heather ground her cunt against the mouth of the little girl, trying to fit all of her pussy into the little mouth. She felt the little 7 year old mouth surround her clit and suck it so sweetly. Fuck, the little slut would make her cum again. She was so fucking horny, so wet, so ready to molest this little body. Her hands slid under the Graces bum, pulling the little cunt closer to her mouth. Her finger rubbed itself in the wetness around the cunny, then went to the little bum hole, gently beginning to push inside. Grace didnt like that, she began to wiggle so Heather backed off a bit and kept licking the cunt. Slowly and gently she tried again, first wetting the finger then pushing it into the tight hot hole of the little girls ass. The squirming came again, but this time Heather left the finger where it was and let the little girl get used to the feeling. As the wiggling stopped, she pushed again, sliding more finger into the puckered 7 year old ass. She kept it up until her whole finger was buried in the tight little ass. The girl liked it now, pushing her bum up to meet the finger as it fucked in and out, pushing her sweet cunt up to Heathers mouth, enjoying it. I wonder if her daddy wants to fuck this sweet little hole Heather wondered. That would be very hot to see. Heather felt her cum building. Her cunt was so enjoying the feeling of the little mouth on it, and she was loving the feeling of her tongue buried in 7 year old pussy and her finger in a tight hot bum hole. Suck it slut. Suck mommy. Mommy is going to cum again baby, you need to feel my sweet juice on your face baby, mommy is going to cum all over your sweet lips, into your slutty little mouth baby, sooooooo good yes baby, you are so good, oh fuck baby, sooo good ohhhhhhh god yessssssss taste me baby, feel me cummmmmmmmmmmm baby ohhhhhh fuckkkk yessssss eat me eat me EATTTTTTTT MEEEEEEeeeeeeeee rfuckkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssss Heather yelled as she felt her pussy start to cum, the juice flowing down the chin of the little cum slut. Drink it, drink it all, slut. Mommys little fucking whore. Drink it ohhh yeaaaaaa Heather rolled back onto the bed. This would be a very good afternoon indeed..... Grace, The Borrowed Daughter, part 2 Heather felt her cum building. Her cunt was so enjoying the feeling of the little mouth on it, and she was loving the feeling of her tongue buried in 7 year old pussy and her finger in a tight hot bum hole. "Suck it slut. Suck mommy. Mommy is going to cum again baby, you need to feel my sweet juice on your face baby, mommy is going to cum all over your sweet lips, into your slutty little mouth baby, sooooooo good yes baby, you are so good, oh fuck baby, sooo good ohhhhhhh god yessssssss taste me baby, feel me cummmmmmmmmmmm baby ohhhhhh fuckkkk yessssss eat me eat me EATTTTTTTT MEEEEEEeeeeeeeee rfuckkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssss" Heather yelled as she felt her pussy start to cum, the juice flowing down the chin of the little cum slut. "Drink it, drink it all, slut. Mommy's little fucking whore. Drink it ohhh yeaaaaaa" Heather rolled back onto the bed. This would be a very good afternoon indeed..... 4. She sat up and smiled down at the little body laying beside her. The little girl was laying curled up, her thumb in her mouth and her little naked chest rising and falling in sleep. Heather stood and stretched, her body enjoying the feelings of sex. She had cum 3 times with this little beauty, but she was in no way finished. She needed more. As she watched the little girl sleep, she wondered what to do next. She had licked the sweet cunt, and had made Grace tongue her to mind blowing orgasms, but she was not done. She walked over to her dresser and pulled open a drawer. Many men would love to see the contents of this secret drawer, full of sex toys and play things. Heather reached in and pulled out her favorite play toy. It was a 2 sided dildo, one end larger than the other. It had been sent to her from a friend in Holland years ago, and she had used it many times, even on her own daughter. It enabled her to feel like a man, fucking a stiff cock into a pretty cunt. One end of it was made to go into her own pussy, the other end went into whoever she was fucking, and it attached around her waist with a thin leather belt. The one end was small, just right to fit into a sweet little pre-teen pussy. She spread her legs, enjoying the feeling of the hard rubber sliding into her cunt. Heather was a bi-sexual and enjoyed a womans fingers and tongue, but there was nothing like the feeling of hard cock in your cunt. She walked back the bed, the cock waving out from her like a man. She laid down beside the sweet little girl and began to stroke and kiss her. She put her mouth to the little ear and whispered Grace, Grace baby, wake up. Mommy wants to play more. The little eyes opened, but the thumb stayed firmly in her mouth. Heather reached for the hand and removed the thumb, guiding her own sweet nipple into the sucking mouth. MMMmmm baby, suck mommys tit. Mommy loves to feel her little girl suckle on her baby, be good to mommy baby, suck me hard. The little mouth did just that, Graces eyes never leaving Heathers face. Heather rolled the little one over, so she was laying on her back. She looked down at the sweet face and began to kiss her, hungrily, like a man would kiss a woman. She forced her tongue into the little mouth and slid it all around, seeking Graces own little tongue. Her hands were all over the little body, touching, pinching, squeezing, carressing. Her hand went to Graces baby tits and she pinched the little nipples, hardly even noticeable. Her hand slid over the tummy and stopped to tickle the sweet little belly button, making Grace giggle. Then her hand went between the little legs, pushing them apart, and stroking Graces small sex. Her fingers ran up and down the little pussy, stopping to caress inside the folds, rubbing the sweet clit between her fingers. Grace began to wiggle under her hands. Feel good baby? Does your daddy do this? Grace nodded. Daddy likes to touch me there she said and Heather could understand why. A baby pussy is the sweetest thing in the world, bare and very sexy. Heather spread her legs, and climbed on top of Grace so that her legs were on either side of the little body, her bum sitting lightly on Graces knees. Grace looked down at the body on top of her and gasped when her eyes caught sight of the rubber cock sticking out obscenely from her lovers front. Did you grow one? She asked in a wondering tone. Heather threw her head back and laughed, making her sexy tits bounce. No baby, I have a pretend one and I am going to push it into your your sweet little cunt. Heather moved so that she was on her knees between Graces legs. She spread the little limbs wide, and she leaned forward so that her rubber cock was resting on the tummy of the little girl. She began to rock forward and back and the cock rubbed up and down the belly, Heather loved seeing it. She scooted back a bit so that the cock was now rubbing across the little sex and she began to rock faster. Graces slit opened, and the rubber stroked across her clit and she gasped. Is that good baby? Does that feel good on your little clitty baby? Heather groaned. The little one nodded. Heather reached into the little sex, stroking it with her fingers. It was wet, slippery and ready for her cock. She bent the little legs so that Graces knees were pressed up against her little chest. Her sex was ready, her little pussy like a rosebud opening. Heather placed her cock at the entrance to this opening and pushed gently. Grace moaned as she felt the cock enter her little pre-teen cunt. Heather waited, reaching up to caress the little titty nubs. Then she pushed in a little more. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming to Heather, as the more she pushed into this sweet little cunt, the more the cock pushed back into her. Heather grabbed the little legs and pulled Grace towards her, so that Graces little bum was resting on her knees. She bent over the little body and pushed, feeling the cock sink into the sweet sex. More. She needed it in more. Heathers whole body was leaning on the little one now, pushing the cock, making it enter the baby cunt. She heard Grace begin to moan, the pain starting, but she didnt care. She needed to fuck this little cunt, now. She began to withdraw then, only to push back inside with more force. Heather began a rhythm, the cock sliding in and out of the cunt until it reached a barrier. Heather knew the cock was resting against the precious hymen of the little girl. She looked up at Grace, seeing that her eyes were closed, her little thumb back in her mouth. Heather pulled back and then shoved the cock deep into the cunt, feeling the channel fully open to her. Graces eyes flew open and a small scream escaped from her lips, as the cock slammed into her sex. Heather left the cock inside the girl, feeling it also shoved hard into her own needy cunt. Graces eyes dropped closed again, a small tear sliding down her face. Now, it was time to fuck. Heather pulled out of the little one, then pushed back inside. She began to move her hips so that the cock was going in and out, picking up speed. She laid out full length on the little body, her whole weight pressing the little girl into the bed. Her hand went under the little ass, lifting it, opening the little slut to more. She began to fuck in earnest then, grinding the rubber cock in and out of the little cunt, feeling it drive into her own cunt. Oh fuck Grace was so small and so fucking tight. She had to struggle every time to thrust in, but the tightness of the cunt make the rubber cock push into her own cunt harder. Heather put her hands on either side of the girl and raised herself up, ready to cum. Needing to cum. The rubber cock was slamming into the little 7-year old cunt now, the force fucking Heather into a frenzy. She was wild now, not caring if she hurt the little cunt under her. Fuck mommy baby, ohhhh fuck yes, take it slut. Take mommys cock. You are so fucking tight baby, so fucking hot, you are a slut baby, your daddy will need to fuck you now. Mommy is going to cum slut. Spread your legs and let mommy in deeper. Deeper slut. DEEPER ahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Heather yelled as she felt her cum begin. The feeling started in her hot throbbing clit, and rose to include her whole body, wave after wave washed over her. Cummmmmming slut ohhhhh fuck take it take it ahhhh fuckkkk TAKE IT Mommys little WHOREEEEEE ahhhhh fuckkkkk ohhhhh Such a good cum. Oh fuck what a great cum. She rolled off the little girl, seeing a bit of blood in the rubber that popped out of the little cunt. Heather's mouth went to Grace's face and she licked off the sweet little tears. Mmmm baby was no longer a virgin. Baby was so ripe for fucking. Heather smiled, it was time to call daddy to come. Copyright 2000, tony-n-friends. ALL Rights Reserved ================================================ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************** Wish to read more texts of this writer? To load archive, pass to a file [0contonyfrd.htm] in the same catalogue. Or on my homepage Sergdriver http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sergdriver/www/index.htm There more many fascinating stories of other writers and mine too! *********************************

story_codes: M/b, M/g, M/g/g, M/b/g/g, M/F/b/g/g oral, b-11, ff-10 consent, fondling, love, Debbie's Delights by Byteman2000 story_intro: These are my daughters Karen and Sharon" she stated placing her arm on one then the other and this is the man of the house Donny placing her hand on his head. To be honest the only way you could have told the difference in the two girls was that each wore a necklace with a letter on it "K" and "S". Looking at the two I jokingly commented, "Well as long as they don't take the necklaces off I'll be able to tell them apart". I stated with a smile. About that time Karen spoke up, "That's not the only way, Sharon has a little mole on her pooche and I don't but I got one on my breast here (pointing to her chest) and Sharon doesn't." ======This story is a work of fiction. ============ Debbie's Delights Written by Byteman2000 I met Debbie through one of those Internet dating services when she replied to my profile. Checking her profile it said that she was 30 with twin daughters age 10 years and a son age 11, that she was a widow, standing 5'3" weighing 100 pounds, with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. That she was a child psychologist who had her own service. Her photo that she had was interesting as well looking to be more like in her late teens then being 30. Her introduction to me was just as interesting reading: Hi, saw your profile and found you a rather interesting person. I love the fact that you love children and want a family. I found your hobbies interesting as well and the fact that you are a naturists interests me. If you don't mind writing back I would like to hear more from you. Signed Dr. M. My own profile read that I was 32, blonde, blue eyes, weighing 180, standing 5'11", that I was self employed with my own company. That I carried no baggage, that I loved children, would love to have a family, and that my hobbies were water volleyball, swimming, tennis, camping, fishing, and laying around enjoying the sun. I as well expressed that I grew up in a naturist / clothing optional home, that I had 5 sisters and one brother. Having seen her intro I decided to write her back giving her my personal email address and my phone number if she would like and felt comfortable to call me. I was surprised a little later that evening when my phone rang. "Hello" I answered when a rather young soft voice replied, "Is this David?" "Yes, may I help you?" I asked thinking it might be one of my clients. "This is Dr. M. or better Debbie" she replied. Over the next almost two hours we spoke of business, life, my family growing up, our life style, my thoughts of children and a family, how I would want to raise them, and much more. It seemed that she must have liked everything I said to her as she asked if we could meet. I suggested that we could meet for coffee or lunch that next day however she suggested that we might have dinner at a local pizza place and gaming place, that she would like to bring her children along to meet me. When I asked if she felt comfortable with that idea she stated that they were a part of her life, that they had a say so as well in what would happen, and that though she wasn't in the habit of having them around any man she met in this case she felt differently and that she didn't mind if I didn't. I told her that I didn't and that I hoped they didn't as well. That next evening I arrived at the pizza place about 5:00 p.m., as she had asked. Walking in I spotted Debbie right away from her photo. Standing next to her were three young angels as I would describe them. Both girls had blonde hair, freckles, wearing of all things catholic school uniforms. Standing as tall as Debbie they still has some of their baby type features yet I could see as I walked closer, that they were just starting to develop seeing tiny mounds that seemed to stand out slightly from their white blouses. The boy as well in a uniform of shorts and shirt, with blonde hair, had features that were like the girls only for him looked more boyish. "Good evening Debbie" I stated as she turned around wondering who it was. With a smile on her face, "Oh good evening David glad you could make it. These are my daughters Karen and Sharon" she stated placing her arm on one then the other and this is the man of the house Donny placing her hand on his head. To be honest the only way you could have told the difference in the two girls was that each wore a necklace with a letter on it "K" and "S". Looking at the two I jokingly commented, "Well as long as they don't take the necklaces off I'll be able to tell them apart". I stated with a smile. About that time Karen spoke up, "That's not the only way, Sharon has a little mole on her pooche and I don't but I got one on my breast here (pointing to her chest) and Sharon doesn't." "Well thank you for that information but I doubt I'll be investigating that closely any time soon" I said laughingly as Debbie looked at me with a smile, "Well you never know, and I'm sorry but they are very honest all the time." She stated as we went over to our booth where we were going to eat. "Mommy can we go play some of the games?" Karen asked looking at her mother. "Yes I suppose so, here's $5.00 for each of you" she said handing Karen $15. Looking at her I smiled pulling another ten and five from my pocket, "Make that ten each" I said as they thanked me giving me a hug around the neck as they ran off. "So what do you think of my girls and son?" Debbie asked looking at me as I watched them head off to the games. "They are beautiful just like their mother and will some day be heart breakers. I have to admit though I was rather surprised at Karen's statement a while ago." I said turning back looking at her. "Well I think there are some things I should explain to you that is one of the reasons I was very interested in the fact of how you grew up and being a naturist. First off I was brought up in a rather unusual home. Ours wasn't only clothing optional but we were what I call a close loving family too. What I mean is that from the time we were old enough to understand we were taught about our bodies, sex, and sexual awareness. Not from books but from hands on with my mother and father. Now some people would call it molest but in our case I would have to say that it was a more loving educational experience. When I married my husband Don I had expressed the same type of home to him but he hated the idea. After some time he at least agreed to part allowing the kids to have a clothing optional home at least while they were little, but that was about it. A few times I had explained a number of things to them but when it came to a male body he would always refuse. To get around it I would have to slip him some sleeping drops in his drink at night then while he would be passed out, I could bring them in showing and explaining the male penis and body to them along with the difference between an adult and Donny. I have explained to them many of the differences between a woman's body and that of a young girl too. When Don died almost five years ago now I didn't think I would find another man who I could trust around them. I had spoke to a few, met a couple, and then there were some I wouldn't have got near alone by myself let along bring my children anywhere near them. I'm looking for someone who would be open and understanding to our lifestyle, not be afraid to discuss openly with them about anything, to show them anything they would ask, yet not be some pervert that would want to take advantage of them for his own lustful nature." All the time Debbie is sitting there discuss and describing this to me my mind wondered back to my own family growing up. The times that my sisters and I would have some sexual play, exploring each other's body, of our parents sitting us down explaining masturbation to us, of my dad showing us and then teaching us how to do it properly. How my mom explained the female body to us showing us the erotic points and letting us explore them. All the time I thought it was more of an education myself and never considered anything as being molest, not even to that evening as we talked. Debbie looked at me in wondering what was going on, "David, is there a problem?" she asked. I'm sure my expression was one of not believing what I was hearing. "David is something wrong?" she asked again before I could answer. "No actually my mind was wondering back to my own childhood and all the things that my parents taught us kids growing up. Everything that you have said and mentioned was exactly how I and my sisters grew up. It was how I had hoped to bring up my own family so that they knew, were aware, and understood as well." I said with a smile on my face. "Personally I never thought I would ever meet anyone in my life who could or would understand such a loving home and life." "I see and tell me then how do you think it has effected your life as an adult if in any way?" She asked now sounding more like a psychologist. "For me I think it has gave me a better understanding emotionally of women, has made me a better lover, as allowed me to get deeper in touch with my own female side as well as my male side." I said with a smile. "That's exactly what I'm talking about and why I felt comfortable enough to be here with you and bringing them too. What I had read from your profile, from your introduction back to me, and from our phone conversation that made me feel that comfortable with you. From what I can tell I believe you are that someone special who was like my dad and the type of person whom I have wanted in our lives." She stated as our pizza was brought to the table. "I'll go round the munchkins up, if that's ok I need to use the restroom anyway." I said as I started to stand up. "Yes that would be fine" she said with a smile. I spotted the girls first sitting on one of those motorcycle rides racing down a track. As I approached them I could see their panties reflecting through the screen back at me as they straddled the bikes. Going up to them, "Girls our pizza is here, time to eat" I stated. "Ok we'll be right there, thank you" they said as I walked off looking for Donny. I spotted him over by the basketball toss, "Don time to eat our pizza is here" I said with a smile. "Ok I have to use the bathroom first" he replied. "I'll go with you I need to as well" with the feeling of my bladder being full we walked together to the bathroom. There were a number of people in there waiting to go. Finally one of the stalls opened up, "We can go there" I said as I moved over towards it with Don following me. "I'll wait while you go" I said thinking I could give him some privacy, "Its ok we can go together" he replied, so with that we both went in closing and locking the door. I unzipped my pants pulling out my semi-erect cock, I'm almost five inches erect and was close to getting there having to go as badly as I did. Donny stood there pulling his shorts and underwear down standing next to me he was a good four inches himself almost erect I could tell that he was uncircumcised as the head of his cock was just starting to poke out from the foreskin. I watched as he drew it back further then started to let loose with a golden stream. I did as well, he smiled at me looking down I think he was comparing our cocks. A few moments later we were done, he pulled his pants back up as I tucked my cock away we stepped out then washed our hands and went back to the booth where the girls were already there. Sitting down Donny set by me and I on the edge he announced, "Mom Mr. Dave and I went to the bathroom together and I saw his penis. It looks like dad's did and not like mine." I couldn't believe what I just heard as both girls smiled looking at me Debbie couldn't help but to give a small laugh. "I'm sorry but as I said they are rather open and honest about anything and everything. So tell me did you two share a stall and that was the reason?" She asked looking at me. "Yeah there was a line in there and when it came to us the stall was the first thing to open up. I offered to let him go first but he offered to share so we did. Believe me if I would have waited much longer I would have to go home and change right now." I said smiling. "Interesting, so Donny what did you think about it when David did that?" She asked looking at him once again the psychologist in her speaking. "I thought it was cool, dad never did anything like that and he wasn't scared about it either or tried to hide like dad use to do." Donny replied happily. "Mom are you and Mr. David going to get married?" Sharon asked not thinking that this was our first meeting. "Well honey we don't know he and I have a great deal in common and I personally like him. I do think though that if all three of you like him as well that maybe we should bring him back home with us so that the three of you can talk to him too. After all if we did get married he would become your dad and I would want you to all three feel comfortable with him and around him just as you are with me and with each other." She said looking at them and me. "I like that idea" came a reply from Karen, "Me too" came Sharon. "I like him a lot already" came Donny's reply. "Well Dave sounds like its a majority so far, how about you? What do you think of our family and would you be interested in coming back to our home to talk more?" She asked looking at me. "Well it is Friday and I don't have any appointments that I can think of coming up so I can stay up late" I said with a smile, "Yes if you would like I would be happy to join you at your home." "Mom do you think we can go swimming or play in the jucuzzi for a while when we get home?" Sharon asked looking at her mom. "Well lets wait and see ok? After all we are going back so the three of you can talk with Mr. David and see what you all think of him." She said reminding Sharon of their reason for me coming home. During dinner we talked about everything from school which I found out they were home schooled and Debbie worked her practice around their hours, that they all loved swimming and water volleyball. They all had hobbies that they liked and enjoyed, the girls were interested in collecting different types of art work and drawings of unicorns and fairies. Donny loved collecting hot wheels cars that he had been doing since he was around five years old. He said his whole room was full of hot wheels cars. I suggested that he have little shelves to put them in and show since some of the were probably worth a few dollars being that old. He liked the idea but said that he didn't know where he could get little shelves like that. With a smile I told him that maybe someone like me could help him build them which he liked that idea. After dinner we all went back to their home with me following them in my car. Their home was a few miles away near the edge of town. I was surprised it was a large home sitting on a couple acres of ground with a large gated fence around the place. We pulled up to the garage getting out the kids went to the door with Debbie and I following. As we all went inside Donny asked if it was ok if he could get comfortable looking at his mom then me. "Do you mind if the kids want to be naked?" Debbie asked looking at me. "No they are welcome to wear or not wear whatever they want. I've told you what my background was like and how I grew up." I said looking at her. "Well in that case why not prove it, that is unless you are talk and not action. A lot can be said of a man when it comes to his control over himself, as my dad would always say." Debbie stated looking at me with a smile. "Are you sure, I mean we had just recently met." I stated now worried about my control but the idea of her children as well. "Kids do any of you mind if David were to get comfortable as well?" Debbie asked looking at the three of them. "No we were hoping he would" Karen stated with a big smile on her face. "Ok then why don't you three go to your rooms, put your clothes away while David and I get a little more comfortable as well then all meet back down here in the living room where we can talk." Debbie stated looking at them. "As for you and I we can go to my room where you can place your clothes for now, that is unless you feel too uncomfortable about it." "No I'm ok with this but I will tell you up front now, its been a few days for me and you are a very attractive woman. Not that I would hurt or harm the kids but seeing you naked might tend to arouse me." I said with a big smile on my face. "Well you'll just have to try and keep some control on that for now. Think of it as being at some type of function where no sex is allowed. I'm sure you've been someplace like that before haven't you?" She asked. "Yes a couple times we went to a resort when I was younger." "Ok then think of it as being at a resort and keep eye contact rather then thinking of sex if that is on your mind." She stated laughingly as we started up the stair then down the hall passing Donny's room first his door was open and noticed that he was already naked his cock standing straight out fully erect as he folded his pants placing them on his dresser. As we walked a little further passing the girl's room they as well were both naked already giggling I could hear them talking about how much fun it was going to be. I wasn't sue what fun they were talking about as I followed Debbie on to her room where we undressed. Debbie was a little surprised when I pulled my briefs off seeing I was shaven. "Oh you prefer being bald too" she said as I looked over seeing she was bald too. "Do you shave or did you have it permanently removed?" She asked. "No I shave I haven't been brave enough to have it removed like that." I stated with a smile, "How about you?" "I had mine permanently removed about three years ago and have been very happy about it since. I will admit though that it did hurt and bother me for about two weeks as it healed. I thought my pussy was on fire for a while but have been very happy about it since." She stated as she walked over by me, "Shall we go on back down by the kids." leading the way out of the room back down the hall the kids were already down stairs sitting on the sofa. Walking in I could see that Donny's cock was still fully erect as the girls set next to him. I noticed that none of them seemed to have any hair or even fuzz that I could see yet or maybe they shaved it off. Both of the girls were beautiful, their little breasts were just starting to bud, looking about the size of a half of golf ball with tiny peas on the tip sticking out hard. "Well looks like all three of you are excited to see David" she said noticing the same things I did only I didn't say anything. "Mom you piggy, you remember the way daddy was about us running around naked and would never let us see him." Sharon stated with her eyes locked on my cock. "Yeah mom, we never got to see dad walking around naked or anything else that you told us about, remember" Karen added who as well was looking directly at my cock. I could feel a certain sexual excitement in the room around me as I walked over sitting down on the recliner I could feel my cock starting to stir but continued to try and keep it blocked out. Debbie set down on the sofa next to Donny glancing down at his cock with a smile, "Are you ok or do you want to relax a little first?" she asked looking at him then back down at his cock. "Its ok mom, I'm just excited like they are." He said as if it was natural between them. "Ok you three since we are all sitting here who would like to ask David anything you want. Remember we are home, anything we say, talk about, or hear, stays here in the home. David that includes you as well, it is our family ground rules and keeps us all safe." Debbie stated looking over at me. "I have no problem with that we had the same ground rules in our home though now as an adult I can talk about it or at least talk about it with like minded people." I said as I looked at the three of them. "Mr. David, if you were to be our dad would you let us be naked as much as we wanted to?" Sharon asked looking at me. "Yes, as I told your mom I grew up in a open and loving home such as you have here. There is nothing wrong with being naked or wearing what you wish and feel comfortable in, as long as we, meaning your mom or I if I were your new dad said it was safe." I stated back to her. "Mr. David if we wanted to see something and asked you to show us, would you?" Karen asked with a grin. "Well now that would all depend on your mom and the ground rules that are set down here in the home. There are some things that I don't know if you might ask or not that could be very serious ones, which I feel that she would have to have an answer in as well." I said looking over at Debbie. "Dave, the girls and Donny as well all three know all the facts of life, they are fully aware of reproduction, masturbation, and pretty much everything about sex except what they don't know is very much about a male adult or what actual sex feels like. My answer to that is that if they ask anything that they are welcome to know and experience, however the only limitation to that would be that under no condition should they ever be hurt, threatened, or forced to do something that they don't wish to do. Here in this house we don't touch another unless we ask first. For example if I felt that Donny needed some relief I would ask him if he wanted me to do it for him or if he felt the need to relax. He could either tell me he wanted to and walk away to take care of his problem, ask me if I would assist him which I would either accept or say no not at that time, or he could tell me as he did that he was fine. If one of the girls wanted to experience intercourse I would expect that it be done in a gentle loving way. If Donny wanted to experience it that it not be felt of as being gay but a learning experience as you had told me you felt with your parents. Now I hope that answers that question." "Mr. David if I wanted to play with your cock and feel what it was like since its different then mine would you let me if I asked?" Donny asked looking at me. "To be honest Donny I've only ever touched one other male's cock or ever had one other male touch me which was my dad. He not only taught me different ways to masturbate but he taught me about anal sex and how it was much safer with a girl then intercourse. He as well not only taught me how to do it but I experienced it with him doing it to me so that I would know what it felt like and how enjoyable it could be if done correctly. He as well explained what it would be like if not done properly but never hurt me. If you were to ask me and I were you dad, I would tell you yes if the time was right. If it wasn't then I would ask you to wait till later but would at a later time that day or evening then allow it." "Mr. David if you were to walk past our room and see Karen and I doing something would you stop us or would you bother us in any way if we weren't hurting each other?" Sharon asked. "Now that would depend, if you are talking about the two of you having some type of sexual play with each other, I wouldn't bother you however I might pull your door closed to allow you some personal time. If I saw you with some type of dildo or something that I thought would hurt one of you, I might say something about it or ask you. If you were to give me a good answer then I would once again leave you pulling your door closed so that the two of you could enjoy some personal time." "Wow mom, where did you find him at? He's not anything like dad was" Donny stated. Debbie only smiled looking at me, "Sounds like so far you are winning them over." "Mr. David, do you ever get an erection or cum?" Karen sounded off looking over at my cock that was still laying there limp. "Actually yes I get erections often and yes I can climax. In fact I have climaxed as much as ten times in one day without being painful. May I ask why?" I asked looking at her with a smile. "Because you don't have an erection its just laying there. Our mom is beautiful and I know we are sill young but we are nice looking aren't we?" She asked now putting me on the spot. "My dear princess, you along with your sister and your mother are all three very beautiful. Your brother Donny is a very handsome young man and all three of you are growing up to be heart breakers. The reason my cock or penis depending on what you call it is laying there is because I am in control of my feelings right now. Our conversation though very erotic isn't of a sexual nature, I am not thinking any kind of sexual thoughts, I don't have any kind of sexual feelings that are happening to me or around me, so for me it is easy to have control. Now if as was being said a moment ago, I were to see you two girls enjoying some personal time together my cock might start to stir, but then walking away I would be in control. If like Donny asked wanted to fondle or play with me or either of you wanted to then yes my cock would start to stir and become erect. I hope that explains things better." "Mom can we please?" Karen asked looking over at her mom. I guess wanting some type of approval and thought that maybe I was a liar too. "Yes you have my permission but remember you have to ask someone else too." She stated smiling back. "Mr. David can we play with your cock? We want to see it get hard and cum like mom has told us about. Donny's does but there isn't much yet. She says that a lot can come out of a man's and we want to see." Karen asked looking right at me. I was a little shocked looking over at Debbie as if for her approval. "I have no problem with it at all, as long as they don't get hurt its the only way they are able to know and learn." Debbie stated, "Besides I would like to see just how you respond and interact with them as well." "Ok where and how?" I asked since I was sitting in the recliner, "Do you want me to lay on the floor or what?" "Yes please that would be great" Sharon stated as all three kids got up as I did as well laying down on the carpet Donny brought me over a pillow for my head. "May I play with you too?" He asked looking down at me, his cock was still standing fully erect. "Yes I imagine you can, are you sure you don't need some release as well?" I asked thining a little hand job probably would help him relax a little. I was more surprised with his answer to me though. "Would you suck it for me? Mom has a couple times and so has Karen and Sharon but mom says that only another guy knows what it is really like and how to make it feel the best since they don't have cocks and we do." "Well she is right in a way, they can only go by what we tell them and don't know first hand. I imagine if you would like me to then yes since your mom said that it was fine." I said with a smile, "Probably the best way would be if you were to come down over my head on your knees that way if you feel the urge to hump you can and still give you access to mine too." I stated trying to think of the best way for all three of them to do this. Meanwhile another part of my brain still was having a time with the thought that their mother was sitting there watching all of this going on. Donny wasted no time coming down over me I had a much better view of his cock and sac. Sure enough he had been shaving what hair or fuzz he had off, or at least someone had been. I opened my mouth as Donny guided his cock in I began sucking running my tongue over the head as my lips drew his foreskin back. Meanwhile both girls had been fondling my cock and in only a few moments I had a full erection. I could feel pre-cum leaking out of the head when suddenly I felt something else. One of the three had put their mouth over my cock head running their tongue over it licking my juices off. A moment later I could feel the cool air as they lifted their mouth off only to feel it back on, or maybe it was another's. A few more seconds later, once again I felt a coolness then I felt another mouth only this time I could feel Donny's weight shifting forward. It was his own mouth now on my cock, which sent images flashing though my mind. I wish I could have seen them but just the fact of knowing that it was his mouth caused me to suck him a little harder and quicker. Only a few moments later once again there was that coolness as Donny lifted himself up a little began humping my face. He was nearing a climax and was going to be sure that he loved every moment of it. Drawing my lips a little tighter as I ran my tongue along the shaft. Donny was humping faster and I as well felt myself nearing a climax too as both girls were stroking my cock and fondling my sac. Suddenly Donny pushed himself fully down, his cock buried in my mouth grinding his groin against my lips and face I felt him cumming. It wasn't a few drops like had been described but one, two, then a third good shots. Wad after wad in my mouth hitting the back of my throat and down as I swallowed. I too started to climax as the girls massaged my cock more quickly, shot after shot as wads of my cum came shooting out hitting them, their hands, my stomach and even Donny. They all three giggled about it and even heard one of the two saying, "Humm it tastes sweet not salty like Donny's". That was true Donny's was a little on the salty side but it wasn't piss, it was thicker then that. I was having a hard time breathing since Donny was still buried on me but heard Debbie, "Ok you three you've had a little fun and got to see what you wanted for the moment. How about letting David up now before you crush him." With that Donny lifted himself up off me, "But mom he's still messy" Sharon said then suddenly went down sucking my cock as I lifted my head to see her taking almost my full length sucking me like a pro. "I want some more too" Karen said as she pushed her sister causing her head to pull back but not before her teeth slid over my cock causing a little pain, then Karen quickly went down sucking as well as if trying to suck milk through a straw bobbed her head up and down milking me dry. "Ok you two no fighting, now let him up" Debbie said as she came over with a damp hand towel handing it to me. "Here you go I'm sure there's some that they missed" she stated with a smile. "Wow that was fun and mom you're right it is different" Donny stated as he said down giving his now limping cock a little tug. "Yeah I want to do it again" Karen stated giggling. "No first off a man can't recover that quickly like a woman can, but remember we didn't bring David here for that reason. We brought him here to talk and decide about maybe him becoming your new dad." Debbie said as I stood up next to her. "I'm sure you probably have something to say about this as well. To be honest I didn't expect anything like this to happen this quickly and do apologize for that, but I will say that you handled you self very well, better then even I had expected and I'm surprised that they have all taken to you as they have so quickly." I walked over sitting back down on the recliner waiting to hear from them and find out what was next. "Well you three now that you have let more then a cat or two out of the bag, and taken advantage of David in many ways more then I had expected of any of you ( looking over at Donny saying that ), I want to hear what you think about things." "I want him to stay and be our dad" Karen stated with a big smile then came over sitting down on my lap putting her arm around my neck. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs not only that but she was very wet too. "I agree" Sharon said as she came over standing next to me put her arm around my neck hugging me. "How about you Donny, what do you think or want since you seem to have enjoyed yourself the most?" Debbie asked looking at him. At first Donny didn't answer but rather stood up walking over to the recliner knelt down in front of me and leaning up against my legs, "Would you be our new dad, come live with us, and play with us for ever?" he asked looking up at me. "Well Dave looks like they have had their stay, I guess its up to you and I now. Rather then answering right now why don't you stay the night and we can give them our answer in the morning." Debbie said with a smile knowing that she would like to have some time with me as well and see if I am as much a man as she thought. "That sounds like the best idea, we will give you three our answer in the morning" I said looking at them. "Mom since we have to wait can we go swimming for a while or play in the jucuzzi for a while before bed?" Karen asked looking over at her. "I think that would be a good idea, it would give us all a little time to relax and recover as well" she said looking at me again with a smile. We all got up heading out to the back yard where the pool was. The kids and I jumped in when Debbie stood at the pool's edge. "I'm not much for a swim, I'm going to make some snacks and something for us to drink while you four have fun in the pool. I'll join you in a little while in the jucuzzi" she said as she turned walking away. "Do you want the pool lights on?" she asked as she neared the door. "No mom leave them off please" Karen called out back to her. "It's ok, there's a full moon and plenty of light from it" I answered as well. We were all still in the shallow end of the pool both Sharon and Karen were next to me as Donny was swimming around. "Donny got to have some fun I want some too" Karen said as she reached down fondling my cock. "I do too" Sharon added with her hand helping her sister's, "I want to feel it in me" she said softly where only Karen and I could hear her. "I do too" Karen replied. "What about the fact that you two could get pregnant?" I asked looking at them. 'No we can't mom started getting us the pills a couple months ago when we started playing with Donny and mom found out he could squirt a little. She didn't want something to happen so she got a doctor friend to prescribe them for us." Karen said with a big smile. "Yeah we can only get pregnant if we want to and decide not to take them" Sharon added. Hearing that along with the fact that I had two ten year old girls fondling my cock wanting me to fuck them had me rock hard again. "Me first" Karen stated as she moved in front of me putting her arms around my neck hopped up wrapping her legs around my waist. She almost had a perfect shot but was slightly off sending my cock under her rather then in. Reaching under her holding her with my hands I helped line her up then let her begin slowly pulling herself to me. We moved to the four foot deep area where she was less weight by the water and a little harder to see. In a moment or two she had my full length buried in her. It was a tight fit but like that of a glove and wasn't painful for either of us. "Wow he's all the way up inside me and I can feel him hitting my womb" Karen said to her sister. "Well you know that you have to share and only one of you are going to get me when I climax." I said looking at the two of them. "We know I get you first then Sharon gets to feel you cum then next time Sharon will go first and then I get to feel you cum. We had already talked about it when we were in our room getting ready." Karen announced. So that was what that was all about I thought to myself. Karen rode me for about five minutes when she began to climax sending wave after wave of pleasure through her young body. I held her tightly as she enjoyed every moment of it, though I was close to cumming I was able to hold back so that Sharon would be able to enjoy herself as well. Another minute or two Karen was recovering from her climax as Sharon was waiting her turn. As soon as Karen slid off my cock Sharon was right there taking her place and like her sister did the same allowing my cock to be under her then holding her allowed her to slid herself down on it. Like her sister I bottomed out hitting her womb I could feel the pressure pushing against it with each stroke we took. "Sharon I have a feeling that I'm going to push through into your cervix if we buck too hard. If that happens it could hurt but would have extreme pleasure as well. I don't know if you are ready for something like that or not" I said as Sharon continued bucking, pounding herself against me. "We did that before with our dildo we play with, it hurts some but it felt real good too" Karen said standing next to her. "Well if it happens the only thing I can do is cover her mouth with mine so she doesn't make too much noise." I stated as I felt myself nearing climax. Sharon as well was getting closer bucking harder and harder I never knew a ten year old could have such a sexual lust like she was. Suddenly Sharon's body started to tremble and shake as she went over the edge causing me too as well I pushed my mouth over her's sending my tongue deep into her mouth as my cock slammed hard against her punching through into her womb while wad after wad of my seed began filling her. Sharon let out with a muffled yell or scream but it didn't go anywhere, then her eyes seemed to roll back and her body went limp. All the time I continued feeling her contracting squeezing my cock hard as it pumped my seed deep inside her. I held her tightly for a few moments as her climax rolled through her body, then as I felt it begin to relax a little I slowly pulled back just enough to release my cock from her cervix. I felt a gasping breath come from Sharon as she sucked air in through her nose while my mouth still covered hers. Her body was limp, supported only by my cock and hands holding on to her. Even her grip around my neck was nothing more then limp arms dangling there. I was a little worried that I might had hurt her but continued to hold on to her. Almost two or three minutes passed by before she started to move at all. I could feel the contractions inside her body were ending no longer milking my cock. "Sharon honey are you ok?" I asked softly as her eyes opened looking at me. Then a big smile came over her face as she gripped her arms around my neck kissed me on the lips, "That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in my whole life" she said. Ever so slowly we began to release our grip on each other as I gently drew my cock back out of her. As I did she felt a rush of water enter her tunnel causing her a little gasping sound again then giggled about it. "Wow just wait you won't believe it" she said to Karen as she finally put her legs back down in the pool. All the time Donny seemed to ignore us swimming back and forth, occassionally splashing around. I noticed a single thread of my cum floating up off my cock head as we stood there. Donny had swam over to where we were standing, "You guys done yet?" He asked and then realized that he was the watch dog for us. "Yeah thanks brother" Karen said as she leaned over kissing his cheek. He noticed the thread of cum reaching down stroked my cock taking it in his hand. "Hum left overs" he said drawing the cum up out of the water licked his hand then looked at me. "We want you to be our dad and will be sure that you are as happy as you make us" he stated then started swimming again. I couldn't believe it these kids were a lot more advanced in their knowledge then their years. They didn't act like ten and eleven year olds but more like adults in childlike bodies! It was another five or ten minutes when Debbie came back out with a tray of snacks and drinks. By now having came twice, I needed some energy so I could be ready for mom later that evening. This was going to be a marriage made in heaven and was so happy that I met Debbie and her delights. 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(M/g, rape, anal, slavery) My Introduction to Collecting This story has been placed in the "Perverts 'R' Usa" in 2006 ===================================== This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ===================== WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. ======================= My Introduction to Collecting By Pre-dator My adventures into "collecting", or at least gathering, began simply enough. It was almost a year after my wife had been killed by a drunk driver. I was in Bangkok trying to blow off some steam when a friendly fellow happened to sit next to me at the bar. This "bar" just happened to specialize in young teenage girls. Teens yes, but still young enough to land you in prison back in the States. Since my wife's death, I had rediscovered my long lost passion with teenage pussy. Lost since the day I chained myself with a wedding ring and vows. He introduced himself as David Jones. We had a couple of drinks with the requisite chit-chat and eyeballing of the goodies delivering snacks and refreshments. He finally asked, "So, what brings you here, Rick?" "Oh, I'm just trying to forget an asshole named Edward Braunfells and the hell he turned my life into. And maybe have a little fun with these pretty things while I'm at it. What about you?" I replied. "Business. This, Mr. Braunfells, what was the problem, if you don't mind my asking? Business or personal? Cheat, liar, or thief?" he asked, genuinely. "Hmm, how about all the above? He was stone drunk and killed my wife when he ran a red light with his fucking B'mer. The family money bought him a free pass," I tipped my glass and continued. "Ohhh, I got a nice settlement in exchange for keeping my mouth shut and the family out of the headlines. Hell, what was I supposed to do? The cops had already swept it away and I sure as hell wasn't going to change shit with them on the payroll. They ponied up a lot of cash to keep from tarnishing their "community pillar" image. So, what the hell? I'm loaded, the wife's dead, so I'm looking to have a whole lot of fun, maybe "find a purpose", and if it involves some hot young pussy, well that's even better!" It was true after all. I just really didn't give a shit about anyone or anything. "Indeed, cheers to hot young pussy," he laughed as we toasted. "So, what kind of business brings you around here? If this is your idea of a job, are you hiring?" I asked, only half-joking. "I'm an organizer, a conduit if you will, for a small but rather wealthy group of "collectable investors". I travel globally checking out new "treasures" my employers might want to invest in. They turn up all over the world," he smiled. "Well, I personally see lots of treasure and collectables right here! I plan on gathering a few of them and checking them out myself tonight," I laughed. "Yes, I can see where that might be fun. I like your way of thinking Rick. I do love my job, perhaps you might consider looking into joining our team! It pays well, the "fringe benefits" are outstanding, and we are actually looking for a new Collection Investigator and final delivery custodian. It's not the best paying, but probably the most fun and rewarding job in the company. Aside from actually owning it of course! You did say you were looking for a purpose and some fun didn't you?" he asked. He was serious, or at least I sure thought so. "Well, yeah, I guess I am. I sure as hell don't have anything else to do, except get into trouble and maybe fuck a few of these tasty young bar sluts," I grinned. "Don't waste your time and energy on them, although they are tempting to be sure. There are far better opportunities elsewhere. Come on, let's have dinner, all business, let me get to know you and IF I think you might be a good fit for the Company, we can go from there. Fair enough?" he offered with a handshake. "Alright, why not?" I shook his hand and we went to dinner at the Bangkok Palms Garden. Throughout dinner we chatted about high five and low six figure incomes. I didn't really care, it's not like I need the money. Company credit cards, offshore expense accounts, company cars, etc. At first, I thought it sounded like some kind of money laundering or tax fraud scheme. But I couldn't help but notice David's longing stare each time a young girl would pass nearby. And I mean YOUNG, like 7 or 8, maybe 9. WAY too young I thought!!!!!! Finally I had to ask, "David, I notice you have a keen interest in the "very young" ones. Just what kind of "collecting" do you do? I'm definitely interested in learning more," I whispered enthusiastically. "Excellent, excellent Rick. I'm glad you're interested. Perhaps we should continue our discussion in a more secure conference room at the Orchid Resort. I have it reserved for special interviews. Let's meet in the lobby at the Orchid, in say, ohhh, an hour. How's that?" he seemed anxious. "No problem. In an hour, at the Orchid Resort lobby. See you in a bit, David." I arrived in exactly one hour, but no David. I waited 45 minutes and was getting pissed when I got up to leave. David suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Ahh Rick. Glad you waited. Sorry for the delay. These things are a bit delicate you know," he tried to sooth my obvious anger and hastily shook my hand. "Yeah well, I'm kind of pissed okay? I mean I've been sitting here like a jackass for 45 minutes. What the hell took so long?" I asked. "I know, I know Rick. And I am truly sorry. I'd like to discuss some rather "sensitive" details of our business with you, and had to make sure you were alone or at least not followed. Security you know!" he explained. "No, not really. Alone? Followed? What, the local cops? Fuck the cops, these and all the rest of them. They never did shit for me, not here and not in the States either. The only thing they ever did for me was cover up a bunch of bullshit!" "Fair enough, fair enough. Take it easy, okay. I just had to be sure. Besides, having a dirty cop in your pocket and on the payroll isn't always a bad thing. We have a few, and their services are needed and required on occasion. Let's go talk in private." He handed the Manager a U. S. $100 bill. A $100 bill in this country is a LOT of money. And it's certainly something worth noting on my part. A tip for what? "Hmm, this is going to get very interesting or very ugly, very quickly," I thought to myself, "be alert, stay sharp!" When we entered the conference room, it was all business in appearance as well as David's demeanor. We continued the relevant chit-chat, job interview chatter for a while: my past, job history, interests, hobbies, etc. He seemed to take a either keen interest or suspicious attitude when we discussed my time with Naval Intelligence, or at least the clandestine gathering of it anyway. Finally satisfied, he asked "Well Rick, you do have a varied background. I think you might find a nice fit with the Company. How about some more drinks and snacks?" He clapped his hands and two beautiful, I mean GORGEOUS, girls walked in. One was 9 or 10, the other looked to be 11 or 12. Both were dressed in almost paper thin white tank-tops and denim shorts that didn't cover up or hide very much of their bodies. I didn't see a hint of hair anywhere except on their heads which was long and soft, their skin smooth and silky. Carrying a tray of drinks and fruit, they placing the trays on the table, stood with hands clasp behind their backs, and heads bowed down. I looked them over hungrily, licking my lips. David noticed this and smiling, gestured towards the older girl. "Rick, this is Nanakee Satawanee. We call her Nana. She is on loan from the club manager where we were at earlier. I've rented her for the night, she can be yours if you'd like. When I say she is new, I mean that in "almost" every sense of the word. I personally busted her cherry two nights ago, she's been with me ever since. 11 years old, fresh from the rice farm, and just waiting to be fucked hard, again! After tonight, whether you, I, or both of us enjoy her, she will go into service at a "special provider" club outside the city. Do you like her? Do you want to fuck her tight little pussy? Maybe her tiny asshole is what you'd enjoy?" he asked, dead seriously. "David, she's beautiful, and a completely hot little number. But 11? I mean, isn't that a little iffy, even here?" I asked dumbfounded. "Rick, I hold my interviews here in Bangkok for a number of reasons. The main one however, is because child slavery and prostitution is accepted, or at the very least the police look the other way. And, the United States extradition treaty here is, selective. Ohhh, there have been a few high profile cases, but that wasn't really about extradition. If they would have just paid the people who needed paying, they'd still be here enjoying themselves. So you see, nothing I or you say or do here means squat back in the good ole U.S.A. Nothing to pop up unforeseen and cause either of us problems. Now, is she just "not quite right" for you? Perhaps you would prefer her younger sister Goh? She's 9, just as sweet, just as fresh, and unspoiled, unbroken. And, she's available to you as well. Trust me, once you've fucked one of these cute little sweeties, you'll never go back to those grown bitches who think their pussy is made of gold, and only rarely an older teen. These little girl pussies really are made of gold, or at least they will make you a lot of it. Have you figured out what we do? What I do? What I want you to do for us? You will be taken care of; financially, legally, and "physically" as long as you follow orders and don't do anything stupid, like getting caught! Think about it: lot's of travel, lots of preteen little girls to fuck, and best of all, you get paid to do it!!!!!!! All expenses taken care of. A company supplied and maintained vehicle appropriate for the job, and occasionally you'll even get to whip or beat the stubborn ones. A little tenderizing of the tough young meat. What do you say? If yes, you're going to love your new job, and new life. If no, just walk away and forget we ever met. Easy enough? Well?" he asked indifferently. "Man, that does sound like a sweet, tempting deal. Good money, legal protection, expense account, company car, and lots of sweet young pussy? All I have to do is "collect and deliver" them?" I asked unbelievingly. "Well, yes, sort of. You did forget the most important component: DON'T GET CAUGHT!!!!!!" he laughed. "And let's not kid ourselves okay; you will be taking special orders, identifying, locating, and kidnapping them. Some of them you will get to rape, some you won't, and more or less selling all of them to a wealthy buyer. That's the cold, hard reality of it. Not a job for everyone to be sure. But, for those of us who like the "younger pleasures", it is the perfect opportunity of a lifetime! Tell you what, why don't you take little Goh back to your room for the night. She's a virgin, probably never even seen a man's cock before, and she doesn't speak English. Bust her cherry and rape the hell out of her. Ram your cock down her throat and make her drink your cum; fuck her sweet little asshole; break her in all around, rough her up. You can whip or beat her if you want to. But NO broken bones or permanent physical damage. She's got to be reusable tomorrow. That's it. She's yours, your own little 9-year-old fuck-toy. Use her, abuse her, rape her, sodomize her. Whatever you want, she's yours to enjoy until tomorrow. Let me know in the morning if you want the job. If you do, I'll make the arrangements then. How's that? Fair enough? Try it and see if you like it, no strings. If it's not your thing, walk away with memories that'll last a lifetime. A lifetime of regret I might add, but that's your decision," he stated bluntly. "I, I, I don't, I don't know what to say. This, this is, this is fucking incredible! I mean, YEAH, I'll do it. I mean, yes, I'll take Goh for the night and try her out. Or try to wear her out," I smiled, laughing. "And I'll give you my answer tomorrow!" I grinned, shaking the pedo slavers hands. "Ohhh, you drive a hard bargain you lucky bastard!" he laughed wickedly. "I really wanted to break Goh in myself. I like them 10 and younger. They kick and fight more, their screams are louder. But, I think I can "make do" with ramming my cock up Nana and fucking her sweet young cunt and ass. She's "almost" a virgin. I bet I can make her howl like a dog, 11 years old or not! Enjoy yourself and have a good evening. We'll talk in the morning, 10am, here. Oh and by the way, try and not tear her up too much; tomorrow she belongs to me and I am absolutely going to fuck that little slut until she screams and begs for more. Split her open really good, and have a great time, but don't ruin a perfect little fuck puppet," he smiled. "Have a wonderful evening," he nodded towards Goh as we both walked away with our prized "entertainment" for the evening. When we arrived at the room, Goh was nervous and trembling, a lot! I was intrigued by this fear, and was getting extremely excited to fan the flames of her fear to see how she would react. I've always had rape fantasies, and they almost always involved teenage girls. Now, here I was about to not only act out one of them with a VERY real little preteen girl, but it would actually be REAL. Not a rape fantasy!! I was hard enough to cut steel at that moment. I looked her dead in the eyes, and gave her the most wicked, evil smile I could muster. It worked because she gave a quick shudder and starting mumbling something in Thai, her gaze dropping towards the floor. I lifted her chin and staring hard at her face, I placed both hands on her shoulders and began to lower the straps on her top. That apparently got her attention and she tried to push my hands off twisting and turning like a trophy fish. She began yelling incoherently and I can only guess what she was saying, maybe "no, no don't, don't do that, no, etc." Hell, I don't know and didn't really care. I grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her back around facing me and slapped her across both sides of her face. She began crying and sobbing at that point, and as the tears flowed my cock swelled and throbbed even more if that's possible. This time, I simply grabbed the straps and jerked the top off, shredding the thin fabric as it came free from her body. She fell to the floor and began shaking uncontrollably, sobbing almost uncontrollably. At that point, I knew I was hooked. It was like a drug that I was instantly addicted to, and could NEVER break the habit. Nor did I want too. Once again I grabbed Goh by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She was sobbing and shaking like an epileptic. Reaching down, I unbuttoned her thin shorts and tugged them over her thin hips. She had just enough of a flair to recognize them as hips, but just barely enough. As the shorts fell to the floor with a seemingly deafening clatter, the only sound was her loud sobbing. I stepped back to take in the sight of this frightened 9-year-old girl standing before me in nothing but practically see through, thread bare panties. Her soft brown skin almost glowed beneath the faded white cloth that was almost ready to disintegrate from age. She looked at me again, almost pleading without saying a word. I simply nodded "NO" and motioned towards her last remaining piece of dignity. She hesitated a moment too long, I grabbed the waistband and ripped the flimsy fabric from her small body. She lurched with surprise, but it was too late as I held the destroyed fabric in my hand inches from her face. She sobbed once again, and turned away from me in embarrassment. A quick yank of the silky hair and she was once again facing me only this time she had dropped to the floor on her knees. A perfect position to start things out I suppose. I unzipped my pants and slowly removed them, as she watched, almost hypnotized by my movements. I'm certain she had never seen a man undress, much less completely naked in front of her before. I was confident she had probably never seen a naked man ANYWHERE before. Even better! When my briefs came off, 7 inches of throbbing cock was almost touching her face. She looked absolutely terrified as the 2 inch thick meat pole danced in front of her. Using one hand, I pulled her jaw down, opening her mouth. With the other behind her head, I pulled her towards my aching cock. It was already oozing pre-cum, so she would not have to wait long to get her first taste of man juice. She tried to twist away, but I had a handful of her hair held firmly as well as her jaw almost clamped in my other hand. It seemed like slow motion as my cock-head closed the infinite distance to her waiting lips. She once again tried to struggle and break free, but it was a vain effort. She too, was seemingly mesmerized by the ever shrinking distance to this foreign thing that was headed directly to her open mouth. When I was only millimeters from her cavity, she tried one last time to pull free. My response was to simply yank upwards on the hair handle I held which jerked her mouth open a bit more. As it did, I shoved my cock through that microscopic space into her hot and waiting mouth. She froze as though in a death trance as my throbbing cock filled her small innocent mouth and came to rest nestled inside the hottest cavity I've ever felt wrapped around me. She was still sniffling, almost uncontrollably and this only further thrilled me as she bobbed around my meat pole. I met her eyes and smiled a somewhat softer smile this time. She was still terrified, on the verge of going into shock it seemed. I pulled back slightly, and heard a faint sucking noise. There was only 3 inches inside her mouth, but with my 2-inch thickness, she could not breathe through her mouth nor swallow the saliva rapidly gathering in her cheeks. So as I pulled back, she was practically slurping for breath and swallowing spit. Some did manage to dribble past her stretched lips and trickle down her chin. She looked even more beautiful than before with my wet cock sticking out between her lips, drool running down her neck. I was in heaven at that moment. She obviously didn't know what to do, so I gently pulled her back onto my cock and then pulled her off. After a few minutes of using her mouth to jack off, she got the idea and slowly began to do it herself. She went slowly, with not very much effort, nor in very far. She was treading in new water, venturing into uncharted territory. I thought I heard her gag once when I hit the back of her throat, she tried to pull off, but I still had a handful of hair to control her with and simply pushed my way back in. She was swallowing spit and pre-cum as fast as she could, but her face was becoming quite a glossy mess as I orally raped the young girl for the first time in her young 9-year-old life. There would be others, me included, that this young girl would be servicing most likely for the rest of her life. That's simply the way it is. She is a commodity, and quite in demand. She was still softly crying as she quickly learned the basics of sucking cock from a kneeling position. Once in a while she would make some slight effort to stop as though she was done, but a quick slap or yank of her hair and she resumed, getting the message loud and clear: "she would stop when I am finished or when she was told to, not before." I began to feel the all too familiar tingling that signaled the upcoming release. I wondered how she would react to her first mouthful of cum, and then laughed when I realized I didn't really care. She was mine and would do whatever I wanted her too. If not, then a quick beating awaited her. Of course, she didn't know this and would have to find out the hard way, and that was okay by me too; beating a girl right before fucking her always helped build up my energy for a nice long and hard session. I picked up the tempo myself as I felt the cum begin to boil and rise. She was almost choking and gagging when the first blast flooded into her throat. She once again tried to pull and twist away, but this time I savagely slapped her across the face and rammed in deeper plugging her throat as I filled her tight belly with my burning hot semen. She struggled and fought, trying to suck air through her nose as I pumped in and out of her small throat. Her neck was bulging, stuffed with throbbing cock as I fully raped her throat with all 7 inches. God it was AWESOME!!!! She was literally choking to death on my cock as I poured the biggest load of cum I've ever had into her hungry belly. Maybe after being forced to eat my ball soup she will learn to act right and maybe get fed. Or maybe not, I kind of hoped she'd put up a fight. After pulling out of her with a loud, wet, plopping noise, she collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor, gasping for breath. Using my foot, I rolled her over so I could make sure she was breathing. She was, although on the verge of unconsciousness. I was practically drooling at the thought of her waking up to me raping her pussy, ramming all 7 inches balls deep into her newly split-open cunt. But, that wouldn't be fair, to me or her. She needed to get the full effect of a man forcing himself into her velvet tightness for the first time, tearing out her virginity, drawing cherry blood and taking it for his own; and I deserved to hear her screams, to feel her body shudder and spasm in tortured agony when I rip out her innocence, splitting her tiny pussy apart, claiming it as my treasure for eternity. The first time is always priceless, especially if they're being cherry-raped. The younger the fruit, the sweeter the juice. So I waited for my baby-slut, fuck-toy to wake up! That gave me a while to recoup and plan my rape of her sweet virgin pussy. I drank about a gallon of special tea; a mix of herbs and powdered roots. An Asian version of Viagra, but with a boost! It worked. I realized that up until this point, I had not seen her bald snatch. With all the commotion she caused by refusing to suck my cock, I had totally overlooked the rest of her body. Now, with my full attention and her sprawled out on the floor, I had a chance to look her over. I mean really look her over. What a beauty! An absolutely perfect little hottie of a girl just for me. All mine to use and abuse as I wanted. And I wanted to do a lot to this sweet little 3rd grader. Assuming of course she was even in school. But hey, you don't need an education to suck and be fucked, whether willingly or not! Her skin was a soft brown, almost glowing in the fluorescent light. Her tits, if you can even call them that, were barely discernable on her flat chest. They were just two little dark brown nubs poking out from the otherwise non-existent landscape of her chest. Her belly was smooth and flat, now gurgling and full of my sperm. Her waist I'm guessing was about 24 inches, give or take. She was definitely small all over. Long skinny legs, her tightly packed ass was gorgeous, resembling two softballs, maybe a little bit bigger. And her pussy! Oh my God! What a sight. Her slit was 3 inches long at best, bald as a baby's bottom, soft and silky smooth, no noticeable labia, not even a pronounced indent, just flat with a slight inward rounding. This is going to be heavenly. Tight fit doesn't even come close! Oh so sweet little fuck meat. And to think: MINE, ALL MINE!!!!!!! As Goh slowly regained awareness, her breathing returned to normal. She was once again softly crying and whimpering, rubbing her sore throat and giving me hate filled stares. The cum that escaped had dried to a crust, covering the child's lower jaws and neck. Beautiful, just beautiful. When my cock began to reawaken and rise to the occasion, she quickly realized we were not finished. Suddenly terrified, she quickly began scurrying across the floor looking for an escape. This room was prepared accordingly, and had a " dead bolt at the top of the door. No child attempting to escape would be using the only doorway entrance available. The windows were barred over as well as having the same type of deadbolt connecting the window sill and frame, not to mention the darkened 5/8" thick Plexiglas. Yes, this room it appeared, had been "upgraded" for just such activities with not-so-willing young sex toys. David was good at his job, and the thoughtfulness of his preparation for forced sex with little girls quickly became apparent. I would have to thank him later. I grabbed Goh by the ankles and dragged her kicking and screaming to the large bed. So, this was not going to be the kind and gentle initiation most young girls dream of for their first sexual experience. But, it would be exactly the kind of experience I dream of giving them for their first time! I quickly gagged her with the ripped apart panties and lashed her arms to the headboard with the thoughtfully placed leather straps dangling there. Now, my toy was almost spread eagle, at least her arms were anyway. I slowly, deliberately crawled onto the bed. This long, drawn out method seemed to enhance her already terrified state into almost hysteria. She was wide eyed, sweating, crying, thrashing around in a vain effort to free herself, to escape the inevitable pain and suffering. Her muffled screams echoed across the room as I pulled each ankle apart spreading her thin legs, giving full access to her tiny slit. Licking my lips, I smiled at the sobbing child and bent down to smell her fragrance. A sweet, almost heady scent wafted up from her peach split. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever smelled. I quickly pushed my tongue between her thin lips and began to slither it in and out of her opening. Her cries soon became more subdued, and slowly her pussy moistened to my oral probing. Her new taste was like nectar as the fresh cunt slime coated my taste buds and drove me to new heights. The childish pussy was ever so slowly lubricating itself with mucous to welcome the visitor as nature intended. I drank Goh's juice like a man dying of thirst. It was so fresh, so sweet yet tangy. Unlike a grown woman's cunt, that has that sharp biting flavor. No, young Goh's cream was as sweet as honey and as gentle to the palate as a fine wine. I was truly, unquestionably in love with underage pussy. I ate and drank of her essence for another 10 minutes until her screams suddenly filled the room once again. Only this time they had a different pitch. An urging need of release was being broadcast to my ears in the form of shrill, high pitched cries. Her small body began to writhe and twist violently as much as her bound hands would allow. The time was upon her, her first release of female passion. I drank and drank her intoxicating liquid until it was gone. I continued to eat her bald pussy just to make sure her taste was forever branded into my memory. Once a little girl has been fucked, her pussy will never taste quite the same. Almost the same, even if only the slightest change, but something is different when their tight pussy's become opened up and exposed to a cock invading their depths and shredding the seal that protects the inner flesh. Yes, I wanted to relish the flavor of Goh's untouched baby cunt. Even if only for a few moments before I conquered and claimed the remaining treasures of this 9-year-old that defined her as a little girl, as an innocent child not ready for the pleasures of adulthood. The pleasures would be ALL MINE as I took her childhood and shattered it with my raping cock. I eased my way up between her thighs until my cock was a hairs width from the radiating heat she was giving off. Grabbing a small tube of lubricant, I stroked my cock until it glistened in the dim light. Although she was still wet and slick from her recent orgasm, my cock would need help spreading and filling the tiny hole that would very soon be gripping me like a vice; unforgiving as I ravaged her sweet body unmercifully. Goh's eyes never left my now shiny cock. I began to push it up and down her thin slit, leaving a shiny trail along her short length. Finding the entrance to a 9-year-old pussy with your cock is not as easy as you think, it's a small target, even if you did just have your tongue buried in it. I enjoyed the feeling of her terrified shaking and twitching as I slowly prepared her entrance. Finally satisfied she was "ready", I began to slowly push my cock up against her clenched entrance. She was going to be a fighter, a resistor. Gooodddd. That will make the final penetration even better, for me! She was shaking her head as if saying "NO", like that would stop me! I pushed harder and her muffled screams started once again. This time, they were fear induced. I pressed harder, no gain. Hmmm, I leaned over her, shifting my body weight up a little higher. I'll try a little physics experiment on her unyielding cunt! When the pressure came off, and she saw my body move up off her, she made the slightest effort to relax. MISTAKE!!!! When she did, I rammed back against her micro vaginal opening with all my weight bearing down and rocketing forward. When I crashed into her now relaxed cuntal mouth, her reaction time just wasn't quick enough. I was not able to fully penetrate her, but I did get my cock-head wedged inside her now spread open lips. Lips, in the most elementary sense of the word. Her smooth, slick labia appeared as though they were trying to turn inside on themselves with my cock as the pivot point. I suppose, that's close to what was really happening. When I forced her open, a sudden high pitched scream managed to sneak past her panty gag, but not enough to wake the "neighbors". I smiled that evil smile again, slapped her hard, and shoved the dirty panties back between the cum-covered lips into her mouth. "So you want to scream, eh little slut? Well, how about I give you something to REALLY scream about? Won't that be nice?" I laughed. With her pussy slightly wedged open, my cock had a good path to continue its run up her quivering channel. So I pushed her knees wide apart, reset myself in an optimum cherry busting position, and with a deep breath, gathered my strength and rammed harder than I ever have before. I could feel her S-L-O-W-L-Y dilating and allowing me to enter further. Goh immediately clamped down on me when I pushed my large-strawberry sized head inside. It was too late by then. Death lock, vice grip clamp or not, I had entered her and was about to forever change her status. I leaned over and licked the sweat off her forehead and nose, then kissed her tightly shut eyelids. What a cute expression. If she wasn't naked with a cock partially inside her, the facial expression would remind me of a child making the "yucky" face when served spinach for the first time. Oh well, it will be her first time to get something, but it won't be spinach! With another vicious lunge, I punched another " into her and bumped her seal. She flinched and yelled again, trying to twist and fight herself free. Waiting for the outburst to settle was a nice feeling, that velvet glove like pussy was already starting to throttle and twitch around my head, just begging for the rest of my cock. I didn't want to keep her waiting, so I brutally rammed into her between gasping breaths. Her cherry broke like a wishbone. Suddenly my cock was bathed in the most intense, mind-numbing, feeling I've ever experienced. Her cunt felt like hot butter, molten wetness surrounding me, squeezing, quivering, gripping me. It was heaven. Her blood curdling scream broke my nirvana-like trance. Although still gagged, her agonizing cry managed to break the silence. Her body was instantly in a frenzy, thrashing, flailing, pushing, twisting, anything to escape the torturous fire like pain burning her insides. She was no longer a virgin, no longer an innocent child. Now she was just a piece of hot, tight, little-girl fuck meat. All for me! All for ME to enjoy, for me to fulfill every fantasy I'd ever had about forced fucking, rape, sodomy, every vile thing I could imagine, tonight. She was my dream-maker tonight. And I was going to use her every minute. Her frantic screaming and fighting only served to heighten my lust, add fuel to the already engulfing flames of passion. I was harder than ever; I swear my cock had swollen a little bigger than ever before. I was primed and ready, she was waiting. All this activity, and I only had about 2 inches inside her. She still had 5 more waiting to get inside and do some damage! I began to push more cock into her. It was tough, a very tight fit, difficult to make hardly any headway. But I did. I began to force myself into Goh. She refused to give in and relax. That just made my ride better. She would constantly squeeze down on me, like she thought she could somehow pinch me in two. I began laughing at her feeble effort, although the feeling was fucking incredible. The more she squeezed, the harder I pushed. When I finally had 4 inches jammed into her, I stopped to enjoy the feelings. I could see my cock stretching the flesh below her belly. I could feel her body convulsing in agony around me, her cunt was stretched so tightly around me that I could feel her pulse. That may have been mine, but I doubt it. Her screams had turned into sobbing cries that wracked hr tiny body. Ever twitch, every quiver, every convulsion sent pleasure spasms through me cock directly to my brain. I felt as though I had died and went to heaven inside this little 9-year-old girl's pussy. But I wasn't finished. I began working those 4 inches in and out of that heat shrink tube; slowly at first, then working up a "gentle" rhythm that coincided with Goh's spasming, pulsing grip. We complemented each other with our unison movement. Yeah, she was really "into it" alright. Her eyes had almost rolled up into her head, her breathing shallow. Her body was merely responding to a primitive instinct. Well now, I've never liked an unresponsive playmate, so this just would not do! I pulled back until just my head was holding her open. There was a frothy mixture beginning to seep from between her stretched and torn lips. Pinkish with dark red streaks. I guess she really was cherry, not that I doubted a 9-year-old would be. I shivered at the sight of her bloody slime oozing down her delicate thighs, my cock was covered in it too. I did it, she was mine forever, I owned this little slut's virgin pussy, no matter what, her cherry innocence was MINE!!!! No matter how many cocks made their way inside her, dumping gallons of hot sperm into her, she would always remember ME as the first man to ram his cock deep inside and fuck her. There was no doubt, I would accept David's offer; I was addicted. As these thought flashed through my mind like a lightening bolt, I was jolted back to reality when Goh thrust herself towards me, almost knocking me off of her. What was this? Was she wanting more? Was she tired of waiting for me? Not wanting to keep the little cock-hungry slut waiting, I lifted her ass up with my hands and savagely hammered all 7 inches to the hilt in one brutal move. My cock literally rammed into a wall and took a slight bounce back. Goh screamed from the depths of her soul, as though her spirit were being ripped from her inner core. My cock had plugged her tiny, micro size cervix when I bottomed out. She was, literally full of my cock. Her pussy tube had stretched and given way until she accepted my entire 7 inch length and 2 inch thickness. Her body once again started "the dance", complete with high pitched sound effects as I fucked her like a man possessed. I pounded in and out, slammed my cock into her cervix unmercifully, bruising it. Her cunt turned a bright, fire engine red as she bruised from the savage rape. She began to swell as I reached fever pitch and was jack hammering her prepubescent body. With a final thrust and roar of my own, I erupted sending jet after jet of boiling hot semen into her torn and bleeding pussy. It must have scorched her raw nerve endings because she too screamed and jerked with every new blast deep. I poured my ball cream into the screaming writhing little body, filling her womb with my baby seed. Finally, filled to overflowing, my jism began to almost squirt out of her and soak my balls. Her entire crotch, and mine too, was a cum covered, bloody mess. My spunk was flowing like a river out of her and some was pooling around her virgin asshole. I would conquer that too, but later. For now, I just reveled in the throttling, jerking, and twitching sensations her tortured and abused cunt was giving me. When I finally pulled my cock free, bloody cum erupted from her gaping, torn pussy and ruined the sheets. Oh well, what a sight to see: a freshly fucked little girl spewing bloody rape-cum out of her ripped open twat, and I swear I could see the glimmering edges of her destroyed hymen. I fell asleep with Goh still tied to the headboard. She wasn't going anywhere, and her spit-soaked panties would continue to perform their function. She would be waiting for me to take her again when I awoke. A comforting thought I'm sure to a little girl who only 2 days ago was picking flowers and playing dolls on her poor family rice farm. Now, she had been brutally raped, her virgin prize stolen; filled with burning hot sperm trying to find their way to her not-yet-ready, baby-makers, and the rest oozing obscenely out of her torn and bloodied pee-pee place. She lay naked, bruised, and swollen, waiting for the man who had used her young body and abused her so awfully to wake up. And do it again, again, and again; not to mention the unspeakable horrors his twisted mind could dream up, forcing her to endure this one night. This one night and then it would be over, that's what the nice man "David" had told her and her sister. If she could only survive tonight, then tomorrow she would go back home to Momma and Poppa and have lots of money to give them to buy new cows, goats, and chickens. What would she say? Could she tell Poppa what the man had done to her? Would he still love her? Would he hate her, and maybe send her away? No, she conceded, she would not tell anyone what I had done or would do to her. But, she wasn't really going home in the morning either. Tonight was the first experience of her long journey into the world of child prostitution and sex slavery. A long journey for a young child, and I just bought her a one-way, first class ticket. Bon voyage my little cum slut. May your journey be filled with hot, burning cum flooding your tight pussy and sweet little asshole. I hope you never forget me, the man who cherry raped you for your first time and turned you into a cock-loving baby-whore. I'll never forget you. That was the greatest, most enjoyable gift anyone has ever given me: a 9-year-old virgin fuck toy, and I loved EVERY minute of taking you, filling you, and hearing you scream soooo loud! I had many plans for her tight little pussy that night, and fulfilled them all. I stuffed, fucked, and filled her full of my rape cream, multiple times. She hated it and fought me every single time. That's what made it SO much fun, for me! But that's another story. Did I accept David's offer of employment? Well, you'll have to read my next story and see! Who's smiling now, you slutty little cum-sponge? ===================================== This story is a work of fiction. 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This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- I Love My Brother: Hannah's Story (mf, 1st, cons, creampie, inc, oral, impreg, rom, f-solo, m-solo) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- I love my brother. You may judge me, but...y'know what? Fuck you, Judgey McJudgerson! Sigh. My name is Hannah. This is my story... --- When I was 16 I was a curious and horny girl, but shy. I had been overweight when younger, but recently those blobby curves had slimmed and transformed into sexy ones. However, this metamorphosis left me feeling like an alien in my own body, so I kept wearing oversized clothes to compensate. Nobody seemed to notice how I was changing, and I was fine with that. My older brother Brett has been hot for his entire life...a cute boy, a handsome young man, and now a high school senior on the wrestling team, so he had added a gorgeous set of muscles on top of that already overwhelming package. Heh, package...speaking of package, that brings me to what started all this: I sometimes sneak into my brother's room to borrow his laptop, since I don't have one of my own. I have an old smartphone (Brett's hand-me-down), but that little screen isn't great for videos. I make sure to go through Brett's browser history and watch the same porn videos he does so that he doesn't realize I do this. Luckily, he watches ones with couples so there's something for me to get off to as well. I was just reaching for the laptop on his desk when I heard a snort from the bed. I turned and saw that Brett had come home early from wrestling practice and was having a nap! More importantly, the covers had been pushed away and his cock was in full view! I held my breath, still, and waited. He was breathing heavily, definitely sleeping. I wanted to get out of there, but like I said, I was a curious, horny girl too. I tiptoed next to the bed, getting a good look. I had never seen a penis in real life before. It was long, maybe 5 inches, kinda thick...not a porn cock or anything, but it also wasn't fully hard. I was having trouble reconciling this nice-looking dong coming out of my brother's body. I mean, he was a hot guy, but he was also my brother, y'know? Then I noticed that Brett's cock was getting harder, lengthening as I watched. I looked at his face but he was still asleep, his eyes darting about behind their lids. Dreaming! Wet dreaming? His breathing quickened and my eyes snapped back to his cock as it expanded to beyond 6 inches in length. I could see a small drop of fluid escape the tip, and I licked my lips. Then he rolled to the side and I just about screamed, dropping to the floor out of sight. He didn't make any other big movements, so after a minute I peeked back up. I was looking at his tight asscheeks as he thrust his pelvis weakly into the bed. I adjusted my angle and could still see his hard cock as he rubbed it against the bedsheets under him. I don't know when I started to do it, but I found my fingers inside my sweat pants, rubbing my clit as I watched. I was so horny! But he was my brother! I decided to just watch his cock and nothing else. Soon my fingers had slipped inside my pussy and I was thrusting them inside myself, unconsciously synchronizing with his hip movements. Such a beautiful cock...who was he dreaming about? I felt...what was that? Jealous? Maybe he was dreaming about me? I shook my head. No, of course he wasn't. Nobody wanted Chunky Hannah (thanks for that nickname, Abe from 7th grade!). I almost stopped masturbating, but Brett's thrusting got faster, as did his breathing. I struggled to get more of my fingers inside myself. Then he grunted and, as I watched, his cock sprayed cum all over his sheets. There was so much of it! This turned me on even more, and I quickly speared my fingers deep inside myself until I started to cum too. I grunted, mouth closed, as I orgasmed around my fingers. I thrust harder. "Ow!" Shit! I felt a sharp, painful sensation inside me, cutting off my pleasure. Then I realized that I had said that out loud! I quickly ran from the room, pausing just long enough to confirm that Brett wasn't fully awake. He seemed to be stirring but he was still facing away from the door as I quietly shut it behind me. I raced into my room and examined my fingers. There was blood, and I also found some dripping from my vagina! I realized that I had damaged my hymen in my eagerness, and I was sad because I wasn't a virgin anymore. In a way, my brother had taken my virginity! --- I couldn't put my fingers in my pussy for a couple days afterward, it was so sore. Now, up until that point I had finger fucked myself daily, sometimes multiple times a day, so I was super horny by the third day. Brett was having a shower before school in the morning and I knew that he never locked the bathroom door. Mom and Dad were eating breakfast so I figured I had a few minutes to perv on my brother. I quietly turned the knob...heh, knob...speaking of knobs, my brother was actually playing with himself in the shower. I could see the silhouette of his hand sliding up and down his cock shaft through the frosted glass sliding door. My hand that wasn't holding the door steady immediately went inside my sweatpants to diddle my clit. I wondered who he was thinking about as he whacked it. I tentatively slipped one finger inside me, testing how it felt. A little sore, but good. Another finger joined the first, and again I found my thrusting matching my brother's hand on his magnificent cock. His hand sped up and I could hear him making little grunting noises. I realized he was going to cum soon, and that ramped my own excitement up so that I was right there with him. I imagined that cock thrusting inside me, not just my fingers, faster, faster... "Unh! Umm!" Brett grunted and I saw his sperm splash against the inside of the glass shower door. That set me off...he was cumming, and I was cumming with him! "Nnh! Mm!" I tried to be quiet, shaking as pleasurable waves exploded out from inside my pussy, tingling my clit and making my knees weak. I stumbled a little and the door made a slight creaking sound. Shit! I quickly but quietly pulled the door closed as I heard Brett call out, "Hello?" Then I tiptoed back to my room to change my underwear. --- "Hey Brett," I said as I passed him in the hall between our rooms. "Hey Hannah," he replied casually. He was about to continue on down the hall but I kept talking. "Umm...what kinds of girls do you like?" He stopped. "Err...why you askin'?" He looked confused. "You never go out anymore! I was going to see if I could set you up with someone." Would this work? He looked even more confused. "But you have no friends..." Okay, that was true, but I wasn't about to give him that point. "Sure I do! Just tell me..." He looked sheepish. "Um...cheerleaders, I guess?" "Okay!" I said, and skipped away. --- If I wasn't super fucking horny that week I probably wouldn't have gone through with it, but my obsession with my brother's cock was only growing...heh, growing...speaking of growing, I snuck into his room that night with a flashlight covered with tissue paper so its light stayed dim. While he slept I managed to pull the covers back so I could see his thing. It was soft, so after making sure he was still asleep I moved my mouth forward so I could breathe hot air onto it. My mouth was watering, but I figured he'd wake up if I started blowing him. Sure enough, within a few seconds it started to respond to the warmth and light touch of my breath. I watched in delight as it expanded to its full 6+ inch length. But...then what? If I touched it he'd probably wake up. I was hoping he'd start having another wet dream, but after a minute or so his cock softened again. Disappointed, I slipped back out of his room to finger myself to orgasm. Good, but not as powerful as when I watched him cum. It was difficult, not to mention dangerous, to catch him at those times. --- At school the next day I went cock crazy. I had found a cheerleading outfit in the change room that looked like it would fit me and I grabbed it. I then went to the drama room, which I knew would be empty that period, and texted my brother: Me: *Hey, got a cheerleader friend who likes u* Brett: *What? Nfw* Me: *Go 2 the drama room RN she has a boyfriend so she can't show her face, but she totally wants u...and ur welcome* By this point I had undressed, including removing my bra and panties, and changed into the cheerleading skirt and tight top. I had been pleasantly surprised to find that my new sexy curves actually fit it pretty well. No more Chunky Hannah! Then I put on the full face gorilla mask I had found in the prop room. I heard the door open and close. He was here! I had turned the lights off and was glad Brett didn't turn them back on. There was sufficient light coming through the windows high up on the outside wall so that we could see each other, but not so well that he might recognize any visible part of me, not that I showed this much of my body at home. "Uh, hi...?" Brett said, coming forward and smiling a goofy grin when he saw the gorilla mask. Then I could see his eyes scanning down to my legs and back up to my tight top. I could feel my nipples harden, and his eyes widened. I walked toward him, moving my hands across his chest through his tight t-shirt. He took my shoulders and I shuddered in pleasure at his touch. "Er...I wanna kiss you, but..." He looked at the gorilla mask. I touched a finger to his lips and sank to my knees, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. As they fell to the floor I could see his raging hard-on through his "tighty whities". I pulled them down and his cock just about hit me in the face. Then I realized that because of the mask, not only could he not kiss me, I couldn't blow him! I took a hold of it in my hand, stroking. No, I needed more than just this... I turned and bent over, my hands on the edge of the small stage in the center of the room. My puffy pussy was fully on display, making sure there would be no confusion as to what I wanted. I was suddenly so glad that I had started trimming down there! I waited, sweating in the gorilla mask. Finally, I felt one of his strong hands on my hip, holding me steady. A moment later, something poked me down there. Was it--? It was. Brett managed to angle the head of his cock into my very wet pussy from behind and I gasped at the unfamiliar invasion. Once the tip was in he grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust. "O-ohh..." I moaned, the pleasure of a couple inches of his magnificent fuckstick almost overwhelming me. My brother's cock was inside me! My nipples were so hard... Brett kept pushing, but I was well lubricated, and soon he was all the way in. My breaths were shaky gulps by this point, I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of...fullness. Not an invasion...more a completion...something I'd been missing all my life. Then Brett pulled out a bit and pushed back in. I moaned in pleasure again. So good! Soon he got a rhythm going, in and out, in and out, and I could barely think. I started to drool inside the mask as my handsome brother pummelled my almost virginal pussy. I felt one of his hands creep up and grab one of my breasts through the lycra top. He pawed it for a bit, then as he found the nipple and started tweaking it, a pleasure circuit connected from there to my pussy and I came hard. Cumming on my fingers is one thing. Cumming when filled with hard cock is another. It's like my body was trying to expel him by squeezing him out, but he was so strong that he was right back in, all the way, the tip of his cock tap-tap-tapping at my cervix. Then he thrust all the way in and grunted. There was a throbbing feeling inside me and I realized that he was filling the condom up, that thin barrier the only thing protecting my defenseless reproductive system from being overwhelmed by his no doubt powerful sperm. I came again, or did that first orgasm just keep going? My mind shut down, pickled with pleasure juice. He pulled out and the sudden feeling of loss from that swift evacuation brought me back. My head and chest were on the stage, my arms having given out during the orgasmic attack. "That was awesome! Lemme know if you ever want to do this again. Hannah can give you my number." Then I heard the clink of his belt buckle as he redressed, and a moment later he was gone. I had zero strength. I just lay there, recovering, a bowl of Hannah-flavored gelatin dessert. Finally, after a few minutes I was able to get to my hands and knees. A minute later I was back on my unsteady feet. I took off the gorilla mask, my sweaty head of hair falling about my face. Ding ding! I looked over at my phone, situated off to the side with its camera pointed toward the stage. Yeah, damned right I recorded it! I may never get up the confidence to do something this crazy again, so I wanted some "spank bank" material. I grabbed it...it was a text from Brett. *Ur awesome sis! Sure u cant tell me who that was?* Still unsteady, I typed, *Sorry, hos b4 bros*. I smirked, proud of myself. Then I noticed just how much liquid was coming out of my cooch. How had I cum so much? I was juicy, sure, but... ...oh shit... I smeared my fingers through some of it and brought it to my nose. It was his cum! I dropped back down to my knees. My brother had cum inside me! Why the fuck hadn't he put on a condom? I remembered all the times that I overheard Dad telling Brett to wrap it up when he went on dates, and this was a one-off with a slut he didn't even know! Stupid stupid stupid! I tried to remember when my last period was. Wait, do you count from when the period starts, or ends? Shit shit shit... I stilled my breathing. I had to get control. Just had to concentrate on my body... My nipples were still hard, and rubbed against the lycra of the tight top as I breathed. That made my clit itch. I was still horny. This wasn't what I meant when I said I had to concentrate on my body! Deep inside me, I contemplated, my brother's sperm was trying to invade my innermost sanctum, my unplumbed depths. His seed and my eggs didn't care that we were family. Millions of years of evolution had brought these two things together, and they would not be denied. I felt a little twitch inside my vagina at that thought. My clit was so itchy... I shouldn't...it's dangerous... ...danger...excitement... I dipped one finger into my pussy, extracting some of the dangerous seed, and put it into my mouth. Mmm! Salty, kind of acrid, but tasty! As I brought my finger back down to extract more, it bumped my other hand, which was now playing with my clit. When had I started doing that? I pushed my finger back inside, continuing to masturbate as I did so. I didn't take my finger back out right away -- I thrust it in and out a couple times first -- before I extracted another dollop to suck on. Then I put two fingers in...oh, my clit was feeling good...I thrust a few more times...take some more sperm out, lick it off...umm... As I put three fingers in, my mind drifted back to what had happened. Brett had pushed his bare cock inside my overheated and possibly fertile pussy and filled me up with his potent sperm! I could get pregnant...my brother's baby growing inside me... "Unhh! Ooohhh!" I thrust those fingers deep inside me as my other hand furiously frigged my clit and I came hard. I remembered a video where a doctor had said that when a woman orgasmed during or after sex it improved her chances of getting pregnant. "Nooo..." I moaned, knowing that I was making it worse but hardly caring as my overwhelmed body spasmed in pleasure as those conflicting thoughts battled in my head. --- After school when I got home, Brett rushed around the corner and grabbed me in a bear hug. "Mmff!" I exclaimed as he gave me a smooch right on the mouth. "Your friend was great, Hannah! You're awesome!" He was still hugging me. How ironic that we had sex before our first kiss, I dumbly thought. He was so strong that I wasn't touching the floor anymore. "Umm..." I hummed. "Oh!" He let go, looking shy, and I dropped back to my feet. "Hey, did you lose weight?" he asked, looking at me appraisingly. I slapped him across the face. He looked at me, shocked. "Shit, Hannah, I'm sorry...I..." Embarrassed, he turned and walked away, holding his face. --- I didn't like being mad at my brother. Had I slapped him because he mentioned my weight, or to distract him from noticing I was skinnier now, or because he hadn't used a condom earlier? Maybe all of those things? My handsome brother had looked so hurt...not physically, as I'm sure my slap had barely registered, but emotionally. It hurt my heart to think of it. Hours later, I stood in his doorway, uncertain. He looked at me worriedly. I spoke first: "I'm sorry for slapping you." "I'm sorry for being rude," he replied. "Mom always says a gentleman doesn't ask about a lady's weight or age." I just stood there. I wanted to go to him and kiss him, hug him, but I didn't want his hands noticing any resemblance between my body and the faceless cheerleader's. "Okay, good night," I finally offered. "Love you." His handsome face brightened. "Love you too, sis." I was glad he wasn't a dick about it. Heh, dick...speaking of dick... I watched the video that I had taken earlier, but the light wasn't great and the phone had been too far away to pick up much of our sex sounds. I managed to give myself a small orgasm, but it wasn't enough. I needed to touch him, to feel his skin against mine again. I ached for him! Finally, I had an idea. I searched the net and found what I needed: a free service that allows you to send and receive text messages using an app and a fake number. I signed up, entered Brett's phone number, and sent, *Hey, this is ur cheerleader friend from earlier today...how u doin?* After a long, agonizing minute my phone chimed with his response. I hoped Brett didn't hear that! I quickly turned it to vibrate and read, *Hey! Doin good...was thinkin that I needed to maybe dl some gorilla porn...think u ruined me for humans* I snort-laughed at that, and then quickly covered my mouth. Brett was so funny! Me: *Sooo...think I can c u 2nite?* Brett: *Just going 2 bed now. 2morrow?* Me: *If u unlock your back door I can sneak in...I know where u live* I sent that before I thought about it. That could come off as really creepy! Brett: *Fuck yeah! Midnite? Once u come up the stairs my room's the 1 with the stop sign on it* I let out the breath I'd been holding. Romantic or creepy, it's all about how much the other person likes you. Looked like Brett was really into me...um, her. Me: *Ok, no mask, but keep the lights off and your curtains closed u can't know who I am or there'll be trouble* Brett sent back a thumbs-up emoji. A minute later I heard Brett head down the stairs to unlock the back door. I set my phone to vibrate at 5 minutes to midnight and took a catnap. Buzz buzz. Snooze. Buzz buzz. Snooz-- No! Shit, gotta get going! I looked at the time: 12:04. Fuck! I quickly grabbed a long coat from my closet that I never use and tied it around my naked form. Ever so quietly I left my room, closed the door behind me, and opened Brett's. The light was off. After I closed his door I heard, "Gorilla girl?" I almost snort-laughed again, but quickly caught myself. He could have recognized me from my laugh! "Mm hm," I hummed back. Then he was in front of me, holding me, kissing me. My knees went weak as his tongue snaked between my lips and I French kissed my brother for the first time. Not that I had any experience with it, but I felt that my brother was a good kisser. I unfastened the coat and dropped it to the floor. Brett's hands moved from my face to my shoulders, and when they found no clothing they moved further down to my breasts. "Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth as he felt me up. I moved my hands to his chest, kneading his strong muscles. Suddenly, he picked me up, breaking the kiss. I gasped as he pulled my crotch to just above his, holding me steady with his strong arms. I could feel the tip of his hard cock bumping into my pussy lips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and then felt him enter me. Yes! This was what I wanted! I gasped and moaned as gravity took hold and my wet vagina slid halfway down his penis... ...his bare penis! He wouldn't have been waiting with a condom already on, and I couldn't tell him to put one on without him recognizing my voice! Then he was buried all the way inside me and all the good reasons to stop this went out of my mind. I felt so full inside! I clung to him, gasping and moaning as he started to lift me up and down on his dick. Being part of the wrestling team gave him incredible upper body strength. Then he was kissing me again, our tongues intertwining. I didn't get to do that earlier during the day because of the mask, and doing it during intercourse was so intimate that it made me cum. "Mmmf! Mmm!" I gasped into his mouth. He waited until I stopped shaking before he carried me over to his bed. Laying me back onto it, he then moved his face down to my breasts, nibbling and licking. Another first for me, and I had a mini-orgasm when he clamped his mouth to one of my nipples. Then he started to fuck me hard. As his crotch bounced against my sensitive clit I was overwhelmed with pleasure, shaking my head back and forth, barely able to hold still. I came again, my back arching, my legs clamping around his butt to keep him deep inside me. I heard him grunt... ...wait, no... I was still cumming...couldn't stop...not again! He jammed himself hard inside me, deep as he could as I felt his cock swell, and then he was gasping and groaning, giving me hard, shallow thrusts as he blew another load of incestuous baby batter deep inside my defenseless pussy. Oh, Goddd... He stopped thrusting. Had I said that out loud? He pulled out and I gasped at the sudden evacuation. He could have stayed inside me forever and I would have died happy. He rolled over next to me, facing me. I could feel his hands touching my face, exploring... Shit! I couldn't allow him to feel the contours of my face. His sense of touch wasn't as sensitive as a blind person, but he might recognize the shape of my nose or cheekbones or something. I pulled away and sat up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." he whispered. "Will you ever let me know who you are?" I touched my finger to his lips. He got the message. I then replaced my finger with my mouth, giving him a minute-long, solid French kiss before I got up and searched for my coat. "This was awesome," he whispered. "You're fantastic." I got a little thrill at hearing that, and my nipples hardened again. I gave him an audible air smooch and slipped out the door, closing it behind me. I was about to go back to my room but then I heard Brett's door open behind me. There was a little more light in the hallway than his room so I quickly pulled the coat collar up to hide most of my face and hand-waved him back. He made a gesture like turning a key. Shit! He wanted to lock the back door after "Gorilla Girl" left! Thinking fast, I showed him my palm in the "stop" gesture and then changed it to three fingers...would he understand? He gave a thumbs-up and closed the door...he'd wait for three minutes before locking behind me. I quickly and quietly slipped downstairs. I wasn't about to be locked out of the house, so I had to find someplace to hide! I snuck into the downstairs closet, making sure not to knock anything over, and closed the door behind me. Sure enough, a couple minutes later I heard Brett doing the best a member of the wrestling team could to be quiet as he descended the stairs, locked the back door, and then went back to his room. I was in a quandary. If I went upstairs too soon he might hear, and find me wearing the same coat as his unseen lover. I needed to wait a while. I hate waiting. I needed to do something to keep myself amused, and there I was, practically naked, with my brother's sperm dripping out of my well-fucked pussy. Like earlier that day, I reached down and started to extract the salty liquid from my cooze, stuffing it into my mouth. The less left down there, the less pregnancy danger I'd be in, right? As before, though, my other hand found my clit and my fingers stayed longer and longer inside my pussy until I orgasmed, my cervix no doubt sucking some of my brother's sperm into my uterus as I came. I sat there, shaking. He had cum inside me earlier that day, so another load wasn't any more dangerous, right? Yeah. I cleaned the mess up with some paper towel and headed back to my room. There was a message from Brett on the phone app! *If u want 2 do this again, I'm good anytime* I grinned. --- The next night I pulled out my phone and texted him: *Hey big boy* Brett: *Wtf Hannah?* Shit! I had used my regular messaging instead of the fake number app! Um, um... Me: *That's from my friend she sez she's having trouble sending directly to u* Brett: *Oh...that's weird dude* I switched to the app and sent, *Test test* Brett: *Hey! Yeah I got that* I'd have to pay better attention! I'd been making little mistakes and getting away with them, but if Brett thought it out... Brett: *You cummin over 2nite?* I smiled at "cummin" instead of "coming". *Yeah baby* He then sent emojis of an eggplant, a peach, and a gorilla. I snickered. --- When I snuck into his room it was dark, as I requested, but he didn't jump me this time. I dropped the coat and peered into the darkness. "Psst." That came from the bed. I clambered onto it and lay down next to him. "I've been greedy, just jumpin' on you," he said quietly. "I wanna taste you." He rolled on top of me and then moved his head down between my legs. Another first for me! I moaned as his lips kissed the entrance to my pussy and then his tongue snaked out to coax my clitoris from its hood. Soon he was sucking on it, and one of his fingers had slipped inside me, thrusting...then two. "Uh...uhh...uhhh..." I could only gasp and shake in pleasure. Finally, as he pushed three fingers into me I came, grinding my puss into his fingers and face. "Yummy!" he whispered, and then moved up to kiss me. I tasted my pussy juices on his lips as his cock easily speared into my very wet cunt. "MMF!" I exclaimed into his mouth. No condom again. I had wracked my brain trying to think of a reason to ask him to wear one through text, but since we'd already had unprotected sex a couple of times it wouldn't have made sense. He must have assumed I was on the pill or something, and if I said I wasn't then he'd realize what jeopardy he'd already put me in and stop fucking me. I didn't want to chance that! I would make sure when he got close that I'd suck him off. He was doing something new, just quickly dipping the first couple of inches in and back out. It felt great but I wanted him all the way inside me! The teasing bastard! Wait, he was my brother, so if he was a bastard then so was I. Why was I thinking thoughts at a time like this? He suddenly slid all the way inside me and I grunted loud at the sudden intrusion. He covered my mouth with his hand and stopped. "You gotta be quiet, or my parents might hear. They're just down the hall," he hissed. I nodded and he moved his hand. He then started to give me deep, long strokes of his cock and I sighed in pleasure. We kissed again, our tongues dancing as his magnificent cock brought me to new heights of pleasure. He started to speed up and I pushed on his chest. "Wha--?" He stopped and I wriggled out from under him. Then I pushed so he would roll onto his back. I grabbed his cock and directed it into my mouth. "Ohh yeahhh..." he moaned. Again I tasted my own juices, and I marveled at how hard and yet squishy...pliable?...his penis was. I got half into my mouth and I didn't really know what I was doing, but Brett was still groaning so I kept it up. Heh...kept it up...speaking of keeping it up... Suck...slip my lips down and back up...suck...down...up...I wasn't able to get all of his cock into my mouth without gagging, unfortunately. Then I felt Brett sit up and grab my shoulders. I lifted my head and he pulled me on top of him. "We'll work on your blowjob skills, but right now I need to be inside you." My legs were now on either side of his hips and one of his hands moved down to angle his cock up between my pussy lips. No, wait... He grabbed my hips and pushed me down, his very hard, saliva-covered cock rushing deep up inside of me. "Uhh!" I groaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick all the way inside me, kissing at my cervix. With this angle he was so deep! I came hard, my body shaking, spastic. "Yeahh..." He lifted my hips and brought them down hard, again and again. My orgasm finally peaked and I collapsed onto him, a ragdoll. So good...so goooodddd... I could feel his cock getting harder, longer, as he lifted my hips up and down faster, supplementing by thrusting from below. No, I had to stop this...I didn't want him to cum in me and make me pregnant! ...make me pregnant... Make me pregnant, Brett. "Ungghh!" he groaned, pulling me down hard onto his cock. I could feel the tip stretching me down there...I could picture in my mind the head of his penis pushing on my cervix, opening it up, and... I came hard. "Ohh...ohhhhh..." "Arr!" he cried out. I could feel each shot going inside me...pulse...pulse...pulse...as I orgasmed my cervix was opening up and closing again, allowing my brother to shoot his potent seed directly into my possibly fertile womb. I couldn't stop cumming at the thought. Finally, he let go of me and my orgasm eventually calmed down. My body felt like a wet noodle. It might not happen, I told myself. My period was irregular, so maybe I wasn't fertile right now? He came inside me twice yesterday. What's once more the next day? --- I woke up. Where was I? I could see sunlight permeating the room from behind closed curtains... Brett's curtains! I had fallen asleep in his room! I quickly looked over at my brother, but he was asleep, thank God! Slowly, carefully, I slithered from his bed and donned the long coat. "Mmm...hey..." He woke up! I froze, my back to him. I pulled the collar of the coat up to hide my face, but with the morning sunlight there was more light in his room now than in the hallway last time so he could see my hair! Was the jig up? "I won't tell anyone, if you wanna show me." I didn't turn, but gave him a wave as I opened his door to escape. He sighed. "Okay then...seeya later...or touch ya, I guess?" Instead of going downstairs, I slipped into my room. Brett had still been on the bed when I left, so I had time. I had a look at myself in the mirror...my hair was a rat's nest from all the sweaty sex, so there was no way he'd have recognized me from it. I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked down at my raw, red pussy lips. No semen coming out this time...it had had hours to soak into my deepest recesses. I caressed my belly. Did it happen? Had I really wanted it to happen? There was one moment when I had definitely wanted to be impregnated, but was that really me, or Gorilla Girl? Crap, now I was talking about myself in the third person. Dissociative Identity Disorder, here I come! --- We continued our midnight trysts for another week, every time culminating with a load of my brother's incestuous sperm soaking into my womb. I made sure not to fall asleep in his bed again, though. One night I (Hannah, not Gorilla Girl) got a text from Brett: *I think im fallin in love with ur friend* I stared at the message, my mind and heart pulling in opposite directions. What was I going to do? Me: *That's not a good idea she has a boyfriend* Brett: *I think she likes me better, we've been having sex evry day* *Don't tell her* I sent back. If he told her, er me, I'd have to break it off with him. I can't have a serious relationship with my brother, even if I'm pretending to be someone else, and he would insist she, er I, reveal her identity. Why did this have to be so complicated? Brett: *I'm going 2 tell her next time* Fuck! Then I got a text on the fake number: *Hey, u cummin over 2nite?* I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. *Sorry stud, boyfriend being really clingy going 2 have to back off 4 a while* Brett: *Shit! How long?* Me: *Dunno sorry* Kiss and gorilla emoji. I turned my phone off, sunk my face into my pillow, and cried. --- When I plugged my phone in just before bed, it started back up and I got several messages all at once on the app: *I'm better in bed than him aren't I?* *Cmon talk 2 me* *Dont do this* I was hurting him! I never wanted to hurt my brother; just have fun! I started crying again. Soon I fell asleep. --- In the morning I woke up super horny. It was Saturday so I didn't need to get up right away. I pulled the sheets away from my body and brought up the video of my first time with Brett in the drama room, plugging my earbuds in so I could jack up the too-quiet volume. On the video I watched him come up behind me with his fantastic cock out, grab my hips and thrust in. I could hear my grunt, baffled by the gorilla mask, as he ravaged my overheated pussy with his bare cock. As I watched, I used my other hand to play with my clit. By the time Brett on the video blasted that very first load of dangerous cum deep inside me, I had three fingers inside myself and was cumming as well, my eyes closed and back arching as I shuddered in pleasure. As I took my earbuds out I heard a knock at the door. I quickly pulled my sheets up to cover myself. "Yes?" Brett opened the door. His face was red. "Did you...did you tell her to break it off with me?" I looked at him, wide-eyed. I couldn't say anything. I had just orgasmed thinking about him, and my mind was a mess. "Damn it, Hannah..." Then he left, closing the door behind him. --- Our relationship was strained. Brett didn't try to text Gorilla Girl anymore, and I got more horny every day. Finally, after a week of no sex I borrowed his laptop while he was out so I could find some release. When I opened his browser history up, though, his recent porn video list was quite surprising: "Little sis' needs." "Family fun with siblings." "Brother-sister fuck." My blood went cold. He knew! How did he know? Oh, who was I kidding? I had made so many mistakes and he finally figured it out. I just couldn't get an orgasm going, my mind was all over the place. I put his laptop back. --- That night I skipped the coat and just went into Brett's room naked. His curtains were open so it was dark but not pitch black. I could hear him breathing heavily...I climbed under the sheets and took his soft penis into my hand. "Uh...wha--?" He woke up quickly, validating my choice from a few weeks back not to touch him while he was sleeping. I could see him squinting in the dim light. "It's you..." I moved forward, pressing my lips to his. I wasn't going to chicken out, and I could feel his cock hardening in my hand. He returned my kiss hungrily, and moved his hands to my breasts. I gasped into his mouth as he fondled them. Soon he threw me to the side and was between my thighs, thrusting his hard cock deep inside my very wet pussy with no trouble whatsoever. I came twice like that before he sped up and thrust home, jamming his bare cock as far inside as he could and blowing his largest load deep within me. He pulled out and lay beside me as coherent thoughts returned to my brain. "I love you," he said, and my response was immediate: "I love you, too. I'm so glad you figured it out." There was a pause. "Wait...I didn't leave the door unlocked tonight." My eyes flew open as I realized that I had completely miscalculated. I heard Brett shift and then his bedside lamp came on. He looked at me in horror. "Hannah?! What the fuck!?" he hissed. He tried to pull the sheets over his nakedness, even as he had trouble keeping his eyes from focusing on my own. "Um...um...but you knew I was Gorilla Girl..." My voice was quavering. "Your browser history..." His eyes went back to my face. "You're...you're...wait, you've been on my computer?" I leveled my gaze at him. "That's hardly the worst thing I've done, Brett. Why were you watching sister incest videos if you didn't know?" I pulled some of the sheets up to cover my body as well. He looked sheepish. "Oh...um...you remember that day I asked you if you had told Gorilla Girl to break it off with me?" I nodded. "Well, I hadn't actually knocked first. I went straight in and found you on your bed, naked and jilling yourself off." I gasped. He continued, "You had your earbuds in so I guess you couldn't hear me, and your eyes were closed. I couldn't stop looking at you...you've lost so much weight and...and looked really good. Then I closed the door and knocked on it until you heard me. Since then I haven't been able to get the sight of you doing that out of my mind...it was so sexy, and I searched up some sister videos..." I was shocked. "So you didn't know that I was her? Even after you saw me naked? After all the mistakes I made?" "Mistakes?" He looked confused. I looked at him levelly. "We've been having sex for over a month and you didn't even notice..." Over a month since that first time. That meant that my period hadn't arrived in six weeks. "...I'm pregnant." "Umm...what?" I punched him in the shoulder, which with his muscles probably hurt my knuckles more than him. "You didn't use a condom, you idiot." "You didn't say I had to. You're...really pregnant?" He was looking at my outlines below the sheet, and not as a brother should look at his sister. I noticed that his cock was poking a tent in his own section of sheet. I pulled the sheet off of both of us and his eyes went wide. "I'll have to take a test, but I think it's pretty much guaranteed." I took a hold of his cock as I climbed astride him. "Now, are you going to finally properly fuck your sister in the light of day?" He did, and we assured ourselves again and again that we loved each other as we sucked and fucked until we heard a cock crow in the distance, heralding the arrival of morning. Heh, cock. Speaking of cock... --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]).

JP can no longer control his sister's body, but then he finds out that he has an older half-sister... This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- Controlling Sister 2 (F-solo, m-solo, mF, MF, mf, Ff, 1st, blackmail, bd, inc, interr, mc, nc, oral, impreg, tg) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- After my sister Marie was found to be pregnant she came to my room one day. She and I were no longer hostile to each other, unlike the last few years, probably because she knew she needed all the support she could get. "JP, Mom said something weird when she found out I got knocked up," she said. "Yeah?" I replied. I was a real conversationalist in my teens, it seemed. She continued, "She said, 'Pregnant at 16, not again!' I figured she was referring to getting pregnant herself, except..." "Yeah?" I repeated. Yep, a real conversationalist, me. "...except she got pregnant with me when she was 20, not 16." She was right; the math didn't add up. We asked Dad about it. He sat us down in the basement living room, making sure Mom wasn't around to hear. "You can't talk to Mom or anyone else about this, kids," he said quietly, "but she got pregnant in high school, just like you, Marie." "But..." Marie began. Dad continued: "She had to give the baby up for adoption. Her parents wouldn't let her keep it." Marie moved her hand reflexively to her stomach, as if to protect her unborn child. My Dad quickly spoke: "But we won't force you to do that, Marie. This isn't the 60's." No, it was the 80's: blow-dried hair, parachute pants, and Duran Duran. We thanked Dad and talked about it some more between the two of us. Marie suggested we look through birth records at City Hall to see if our older sibling could be found. --- It took several months of work, but we eventually found out that we had a 20-year-old half-sister, and although she was adopted soon after birth, she was still in town somewhere! We left a message with the adoption agency that we would like to meet her if she was okay with it. It took several more months before anyone got back to us, and by then Marie had given birth to her daughter Stephanie (also my daughter, though I didn't figure that out until later). We couldn't believe the address when we saw it: she lived only 2 blocks away! Marie and I called our new sister Laverne on the phone and arranged a time to meet. When we rang her bell we were surprised by the tall, statuesque beauty that answered the door. Laverne's most obvious feature was that she was black! Well, half-black, but her dark skin must have favored her father. No wonder Mom's parents wouldn't let her keep the baby! Back then mixed race relationships were totally taboo. Laverne gave us both a crushing hug and invited us in for tea. As she turned away I couldn't help but admire her rounded ass in tight Capris as we followed her into the kitchen/dining room. Marie and Laverne got along instantly, chatting it up the way women do. No, Laverne didn't know who her mother was growing up, until she found out we wanted to meet her. No, Mom did not want to meet Laverne...Dad had made that clear after we found her. No, we didn't know who her father was. While my sisters chatted I observed Laverne's beautiful face. Some of her features were recognizable from Mom's side of the family but most were not. She had medium brown curly hair which she tied up on top of her head in a kerchief. She was a knockout! When Laverne got up to get some more cream for our tea I again admired her firm but rounded ass. When she leaned over to pour she showed some fantastic cleavage between her sizeable breasts. Her personality was what could only be called bombastic. She was loud and proud, but funny and charismatic rather than annoying. We both liked her. When it was time to go home, with the promise of visiting again, Marie and I were heading out the door when I told her I had forgotten something. I slipped back into Laverne's house and concentrated on my new half-sister as she was walked back to the kitchen. There was a wrenching feeling in my head that I hadn't experienced in a year and I was taller, and definitely female! I turned around to see myself in the entryway of the house. I only had a moment, so I quickly grabbed "my" boobs. My God, they were incredible, large and surprisingly sensitive through Laverne's bra. I turned Laverne back to how she had been facing when I took her over, and then pulled my consciousness back into my own body. I quietly closed the door and headed home with Marie, a smile on both our faces, though mine was for an additional reason. --- A year ago I had discovered I could push my consciousness into my 16-year-old sister Marie's head, using her body as if it was my own. She had no memory of the experience afterwards. It took me a few weeks to work up to actually having sex with her, and even then it was kind of an accident. Once we started fucking, though, I was hooked, and since sex education wasn't going to be part of my school curriculum for almost another 2 years, I didn't realize it when I impregnated her. By then I had actually fallen in love with my mind in my sister's body. And then my ability just went away. I think it had something to do with her getting pregnant, but even after her (our) daughter Stephanie was born I still couldn't control my sister anymore. I had spent a lot of the last year being depressed over the loss of my lover. Now do you understand why I was smiling? --- Unlike with Marie, Laverne didn't sleep in the next room so taking her over and having her slip into my bed each night wouldn't work. While I lay in my bed that night I decided to see if I could project my mind the two blocks to my new half-sister's house. I concentrated, imagining the walk there. Down Smith Ave., right at Mayfair St., and halfway down the block. I could envision her house. Now through the door...where would her bedroom be? In my mind's eye there had been a bathroom off of the main hall, and... The wrenching feeling came again, but different, with a kind of stretching sensation in my head, and then I was looking down at Laverne's long, glistening, naked legs as they poked out of the cover of bubbles in her bath tub. Yes! I went to stand up so I could review her sexy female form but nothing happened! I could see out her eyes, feel the warm water on her skin, and hear the water swish as she moved, but nothing else. I was a passenger this time, not the driver. Was it because of the distance? I waited, hoping she would do something titillating. She reached to the side, grabbed a wine glass, drank a gulp, and put it back. That was a little odd. I had never actually eaten or drank anything when I was in Marie's head, but the wine tasted good. Would that mean that I liked wine as well, or did it taste good because Laverne liked it? Something to explore later, I thought. Laverne closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the back lip of the tub. Now I couldn't see anything! 'Do something!' I yelled in my head. Laverne's eyes opened, looking around the room. Had she heard me? More quietly in my head, I thought, 'Squeeze your titties.' Laverne paused for a moment but didn't do it. I kept sending mental messages like 'play with yourself', 'make yourself feel good', and 'sex sex sex'. Laverne moved her hand down to her pussy, finding her clit and tapping it with her fingers. YES! I thought to myself, possibly broadcasting that to Laverne as well. My sexy new half-sister was now looking down towards her crotch so I could now see through her eyes the tops of her glistening, bountiful boobies, the lower parts obscured by bubbles. Laverne pushed two of her long-nailed fingers into her pussy and it felt good for both of us. Her other hand skillfully manipulated her clitoris. Her nipples tingled. As good as it felt to play with my own dick, a woman's pleasure was less focused on her pussy; she had many erogenous zones. With a guy it was pretty much just play with his cock and he'll be happy. She took the hand that had been playing with her clit and used it to lift one of her boobs...to her mouth!? I was shocked. Women could do that?! Clearly so, for those women blessed with large enough honkers. Laverne took her large nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on it as her other hand sluiced into her pussy with increased fervor. I could feel her orgasm coming... ...and then it hit. She let go of her boob as her pussy contracted on her fingers. It had been a year since I had felt a female orgasm and I had missed it. Unlike with my sister Marie, through, Laverne's orgasm wasn't as strong as I remembered, though it did feel really good. If I had to compare it to anything I guess it would be like eating my favorite pizza (pepperoni and mushrooms) from my favorite restaurant vs. that same pizza from somewhere else. Not as good but still good, y'know? I left Laverne's mind and snapped back into my own body. My dick was super hard and it didn't take more than a minute of jacking it before I exploded cum all over my stomach. I cleaned up and then went to sleep, a big smile on my face. --- The next day was Saturday, and I wasn't going to waste any time. I went to Laverne's house and looked in through the windows until I saw her in the living room. Then I projected my mind into her body. As had happened the first time I took her over, my perception split into hers and my own. I was looking at Laverne through the window and I was also now looking back at myself outside, and I had full control of her body this time. Pronouns get weird from here on in. I will use "me" and "female me" so we don't get confused. Female me went to the back door and let me in. No point in letting neighbors see me coming and going all the time, I thought. Heh...cumming and going... We found what was obviously Laverne's bedroom. There was a desk with a mirror, a chest of drawers, and a really nice bed with bars in the head and foot boards. There were weird fuzzy things hanging from the four bedposts. I took a closer look. Pink fuzzy straps like belts? Anyway, I didn't want to be distracted from my new lover's body. I turned and sat on the bed. Female me was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt and jeans. She turned away and undid the jeans first, sliding them slowly down her butt. This was something I really wanted to see so she took her sweet time doing it, teasing me. Finally the butt of her jeans (and her underwear with it) slipped down off her ass and it was glorious. Her booty was firm but round like a ball. My cock was standing at full attention and I had only seen her butt so far! Next, female me unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it to the ground. She was still facing away from me...she looked back at me over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. I smiled. I was damn sexy. She had trouble removing the bra, as expected. I never had to take off Marie's bra because it had already been removed by the time I took her over, like at night or in the girl's change room. I got up and managed to figure out the hooks with a little work. The bra came free and flopped to the floor. I sat back on the bed, waiting. Female me turned and...her hands were covering her breasts. The little minx! She strode forward with those gorgeous long legs, still holding her boobs. She got right between my legs as I sat there and then in a flash her hands were off her boobs and behind my head, pulling my face to her glorious mammaries. I was drowning in boob flesh. If there was a list of ways I wanted to go, this was #2 (#1 being mid coitus, of course). I did my best to nibble and lick as much of the boob as my mouth could reach. Female me liked the feeling of that. Her pussy was getting wet. She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. She closed her eyes and started to kiss me. The reason she had to close her eyes was because in her head she was still a guy, and I wasn't attracted to my own male body. In a female body I could fuck me, which felt awesome, but I didn't want to see me as I did it. It's kind of like how heterosexual men don't want to masturbate while looking at themselves in a mirror; they want to fantasise about sexy women! Unlike with my sister Marie, whose face actually turned me off because of how much of a bitch she had been to me for years, I could now keep my own eyes open and looking at the beautiful face of Laverne as we French kissed, our tongues dueling like fencing foils (also French). Female me reached down and unzipped my pants, freeing my engorged member. It had actually gotten bigger in the last year, but I hadn't had a chance to use it on anyone yet. Some girls were starting to show some interest in me at school but for much of this school year I had been depressed, in withdrawal due to the loss of my lover, my mind in my sister's body, so I still didn't have a girlfriend. And I didn't need any of those girls anyway...I had a hot, sexy lover right here! She lined my cock up and it slipped into her wet hot depths with ease. Both of us moaned...we had missed sex! Female me started to slam her pussy down on my cock hard and fast. I was surprised but it seemed she wanted to get off quick. Sure enough, she straightened her back and jammed her pussy as hard against me as she could as she came. I didn't have a chance. We had only been fucking for maybe a minute or two but now I was crying out as my cock blasted her insides with incestuous sperm, the sensation of her vaginal tunnel spasming around my cock extending my orgasm and the feeling of my warm seed shooting deep inside her reproductive system extending hers. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, both of us panting from the incredibly brief but intense fuck. I needed to go in a bit, as I had some things planned with the family later that afternoon, but I didn't want to leave Laverne with my cum dripping out of her pussy. She might think she was raped or something. I had figured this problem out a year earlier with Marie. We ran a bath and she got in, holding her vaginal lips open to allow the water in to flush out the sperm. One side effect of her holding her pussy lips open like that, though, was the warm water and the sensation of her fingers stretching open her sensitive vagina tended to cause her to get turned on, and this was no exception. This time, though, I was also present, and seeing her like this had brought new life back to my cock. I removed my clothes and got into the bath with her. She rose up so I could sit down under her, facing her, and then she sat down on my lap. It was no trouble getting my cock back into her. She closed her eyes and we kissed again as we ground our sexes together. One reason I liked sex positions where I was facing female me was because I could suck on her boobs. I did so now, noting the darker brown of her wide areolae around her large nipples before I engulfed one with my mouth. Female me liked that a lot. As I had discovered the first time I had taken Laverne over, her boobs, while large, were also sensitive. She lifted her hips to get more movement going down there, and then settled back down. That felt really good! I bucked my hips as she raised herself up and down on my cock. I alternated between kissing my lover in her new body and sucking her nipples. It took longer this time to reach orgasm, but we reached it together and I shot more dangerous sperm inside my newfound half-sister's spasming, unprotected vagina. As I mentioned before, I was at least a year away from learning how sex could make babies, so I had no concept of what could happen if I kept seeding her, just like I had done with Marie the previous year. I stuck around so female me could clean herself up. Then she got back into Laverne's clothes and returned to the living room, right where she had been when I took her over an hour earlier. I left Laverne's property, and in doing so my mind slipped out of her body and I was only myself again, walking home with a big goofy grin on my face. --- That night as I lay in bed I ranged my mind out to Laverne again. As expected, the weird stretching feeling occurred again in addition to the wrenching sensation and I was in her body again. ...overwhelmed by the feel of a big cock ramming hard into me from behind! I could feel Laverne was getting close to orgasm as whoever was fucking her grunted heavily behind her. I could also feel that my arms were being held up on an angle, restrained by something. I wasn't in control again, so I could only sit there, feeling that guy's cock, much larger than my own, punching into Laverne's depths over and over. I also couldn't see...something was covering my eyes! Part of me wanted to leave her head immediately, to get away from this guy fucking her/me. Another part wanted to stay, to feel that big approaching orgasm wash over her body. That last part won. I could hear Laverne gasp as the pleasure in her tingling pussy overflowed into orgasmic bliss. Her body shook as incredible sensations exploded from all over: her clit, deep in her vagina, her nipples, even her butt hole. The guy grunted, shoving his cock as far inside her/me as it would go. I could feel a pulsing feeling, but not the warm wet sensation I had always felt when I came inside of female me. I stayed in her mind as the guy extracted his dick. That huge thing felt weird as it exited, but kinda good! I collapsed forward as much as I could with my arms still being held up, still shaking. I could hear the guy doing something, which I now believe was him disposing of the condom he had been using because Laverne wasn't on the pill. The mask that was covering my eyes was removed and then a few seconds later one arm was free. In the dim light I could see dark hands working on one of those fuzzy straps hanging from Laverne's bed posts, now wrapped around my other wrist. Once fully freed, she rolled over to face her lover. It was a big black guy, his body muscle-bound and his skin very dark in the dim light. He leaned forward to kiss her/me... UGH! I jumped out of her head. My cock had been hard but was now softening quickly. I just couldn't get it back to being hard that night, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep instead. --- I didn't want to jump into Laverne's head while she was getting dicked again, so I went back to her place the next day. I spotted her through the back window into the kitchen and took her over before she spotted me. As before, female me let myself in through the back door. We kissed and then adjourned to the bedroom. Female me had my dick out of my pants and was masturbating me when we heard something at the front door. We froze, listening. Someone had put a key into the lock and was coming in! I quickly looked around for someplace to hide and then decided on the closet. Laverne closed the closet door behind me and I stood there quietly as she turned to greet the new arrival. The closet door had horizontal slats so I could see out at a downward angle. I really hoped it wasn't the big guy from last night! It wasn't...it was actually a cute little blonde woman with a bob haircut. "Hey 'verne," she drawled at female me. Female me laughed and I almost laughed as well in the closet because that was what Ernest P. Worrel would say in those stupid commercials. The blonde moved forward and planted a wet, tonguey kiss on female me, who was surprised but quickly recovered, returning the kiss with gusto. Now that she was closer to the closet the woman looked to me like a teenager with her slim build, though it was hard to be sure. The girl started pulling up female me's shirt. Clearly Laverne had female lovers as well as male ones. She was awesome! In the closet, my dick, which was still hanging out of my pants because of the quick scramble to hide, started to rise again. Female me and the newcomer moved to the bed. The girl had removed female me's shirt and was working on her bra. Female me was unbuttoning the girl's jeans. The girl got female me's bra off, releasing those incredible mammaries, and then she stood up to pull her jeans and panties off. As she did so she asked, "Can we do the same thing we did last time? That was hot." I had no idea what she was talking about, so female me did my best to imitate Laverne's attitude behind her voice, "Absolutely, sugar." The girl, now naked from the waist down, jumped in joy. "Ooh!" she cooed, bending over and opening a side dresser. Both of me had a good look at the girl's naked butt as she did so. Not as nice as Laverne's or Marie's, but not bad either. Puffy pussy lips peeked out from between her legs in that position. The girl brought out several items: a tube that identified itself as personal lubricant, a mask without eye holes, and...what the hell was that? It looked like a guy's cock, except it was attached to some sort of rig with straps. As female me wondered what she was supposed to do the girl removed her shirt, revealing her flat stomach and small breasts, which I'd say were smaller than what could fit into my hand. Despite those she was damn sexy with that cute little face, smiling at female me in anticipation. Female me grabbed the strange cock rig and this action seemed to satisfy the girl, who then got on all fours on the bed and started to work a wrist into one of the pink fuzzy straps hanging from the bed posts. Female me made sure to pay attention to how the strap went on, and then secured the girl's other hand. The blonde was now pointed away from the closet with her puffy vagina looking right at me as I stood in there, hidden. "C'mon...fuck me with that thing," the girl demanded. Both of me looked at the fake cock in female me's hands, finally understanding. Somehow that thing strapped on to a woman so it was just like she had a penis! That was weird, I thought...why didn't they just get a guy to fuck them? The girl was moving her ass impatiently, sounding frustrated. Female me tried to figure out the strap on rig but couldn't. What to do? Then female me saw the eye mask that Laverne had been wearing the previous night and had an idea. She grabbed it and put it on over the naked, restrained girl's eyes. Once she was sure it was on well enough she beckoned me out of the closet. My cock was super hard by this point. I knew what she wanted me to do. Since we couldn't figure out the fake cock we'd just use a real one...mine! We'd have to be careful so the girl wouldn't realize, though. I removed my clothes and got on the bed behind the blindfolded girl. She moved her legs apart so that I could easily access that nice pink pussy, which now that I was closer I could see was framed by light, downy pubic hair. I poked my cock, the tip glistening with precum, at her vaginal opening. The lips only opened a little so I couldn't put my cock in. "Lube!" the girl called back at me. Female me grabbed the tube and popped the top, spreading some of the gel onto the tip of my penis. Cold! She also put some on her finger and inserted the digit halfway into the girl's pussy. "Mmm..." the girl responded. I got back into position. This time when I pushed my hard cock between those puffy lips they parted easily. The girl gasped as my cock pushed in a quarter of its length. I pulled back a little and then with a few more pumps I was halfway in. A few more thrusts and my cock was all the way inside this sexy, unsuspecting cutie. The girl spoke, "Unhh...it doesn't feel as big as last time..." Well thanks, I thought in my head, way to make a guy feel inferior. She continued, "...but it also feels better somehow. Weird." Okay, I would accept that. I grabbed the girl's hips, pulled back halfway and then rammed my cock into her. She yelped, but in a good way. Then I did it again...and again. The girl's pussy was tight, tighter than Marie's had been, and adding in the forbidden aspect of fucking a girl who didn't know I was fucking her, I was worried that I might not last long. Female me understood and got behind me. She pinched the flesh of my ballsack, causing me discomfort and helping to back me off so I wouldn't cum too early. My thrusting was getting the girl there fast, though. I could feel her insides grip my cock tighter as it slipped in and out of her depths. And then she cried out and her pussy clamped down on my cock. Despite the pinching of my ballsack I realized that she was going to make me cum and then I also realized that if I blew my load in this girl then she would know it was a real cock inside her! I quickly whipped my cock out of her spasming cunt, somehow managing to clamp down on my orgasm so I didn't spurt all over her butt, which would have definitely clued her in. "Nooooo..." the girl moaned, her ass moving so her pussy might find my cock again. When I had recovered well enough to be relatively sure I wasn't going to cum right away I put my cock back inside the lithe, restrained girl. This got a, "Yessss..." from her, and she started to grind her pussy back on my cock. I actually managed to keep going for a while, and then my curiosity got the better of me. Leaning forward, I reached around and palmed one of her small breasts. It actually did fill my hand! I pinched her nipple. This set the girl off again, which in turn started my own orgasm once more. As before, I whipped my cock out before I painted her insides white. She cried out, "NO, PLEASE!" and shook her ass at me, practically vibrating from her truncated orgasm. I recovered from my own partial orgasm, once again managing to pinch off the ejaculation somehow. Within a couple of minutes I had recovered enough to put my cock back inside her very hot and wet pussy. This time, however, she took control, pulling herself forward and then pushing back onto my cock. I didn't have to do a thing as she fucked back at me. I looked over at female me and she was sitting on the floor, three fingers in her own pussy as she watched Laverne's friend unknowingly fuck back at my cock. Once again the girl's pussy started to tighten up. This time she called back at me, "Don't you fucking dare pull out this time, or I'll rip your tits off!" I could feel it coming, and I knew it would be huge. The slim blonde pushed her very wet, very tight pussy back at me faster, faster...her breathing had become ragged. I could hear, "Unhh...unhh...." from her each time she pushed my cock all the way back inside her. I had to pull out! If I didn't... "Don't you do it!" she hissed. "Uhh...UHH...UAHHHH!" She pushed her ass back at me hard, holding my cock as deep inside her as it would go. Deep inside I felt her pussy walls caress my cock shaft, and then they gripped my cock hard! "AAAAHHH!" she screamed. I couldn't hold it, and I couldn't pull out or Laverne would get in trouble with her girlfriend! My prostate spasmed, releasing a wave of semen. This rush of liquid mixed with the sperm that had been building up in my vas deferens through 2 previous aborted orgasms, plus this one, and the potent mixture then rushed up, up the shaft of my cock, blasting out the tip with incredible force. The reaction was immediate. The girl raised her head and screamed, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Her pussy continued to grip my cock and release, again and again, her orgasm continuing as I pumped spurt after spurt of my proven babymakers deep inside her. Finally she collapsed forward and my cock slipped out from her depths. I quickly snuck back into the closet with my clothes and waited to see what would happen. While I had been sperming the girl, female me had managed to cum on her fingers hard. She recovered before the blonde, though, and quickly made sure to get some of the cum I had left on the bed, as well as some that was spilling out of the girl's inundated pussy, onto the fake cock. We wouldn't be able to pull this off if the strap on was dry! Female me removed the straps and mask from the girl, who was still shaking. The girl rolled and grabbed female me's face, kissing her passionately. "Oh my God, that was the best!" she said, "I didn't realize that thing vibrated too. I could feel it pulsing inside me!" Had we managed to get away with it? I hoped. The girl looked down at her distended pussy lips leaking man cum everywhere, and then back at female me, quizzically. Female me had already come up with the answer to that question: "I think I used too much lube," she said sheepishly. The dumb blonde believed it. "My turn," she said, pushing female me on her back and strapping on the fake cock. The girl was right: the strap on was bigger than my cock, but the lubrication from female me's recent orgasm, as well as the semen that had been smeared on the shaft, made penetration easy. As the blonde fucked female me with the strap on they kissed each other lovingly. It was a leisurely screw compared to the fucking we had just had. A fair amount of my semen had been dripped onto that strap on, and most of it got pushed inside Laverne's unprotected pussy as the blonde fucked her with it. When female me orgasmed her body urged that seed deeper inside. I waited in the closet until the blonde finally left after a long amount of after sex cuddle time and a promise to do this again soon. I never even found out her name. --- Marie and I went and visited Laverne after school later that week. I had tried to jump into my new half-sister's mind for the last couple of nights but couldn't find her. Had she slept elsewhere? Not that I could ask her that! We chatted about school, work (Laverne was a hairstylist), and hobbies. Laverne worked out at the gym some evenings and watched TV on others. She didn't mention her boyfriend or girlfriend, the latter of which I was very interested in but, again, I couldn't ask because there was no way I could have known about them without being a stalker. She did, however, mention that she was having trouble sleeping, and there were even a couple of times when she had blanked out or something and lost an hour of time. Marie perked up at this, as she had experienced much the same sort of thing about a year ago, though as she thought about it she realized it had stopped around the time she had gotten pregnant. I suggested that maybe it was a genetic thing, but Laverne said that she didn't experience this when she was 16, like Marie. I didn't have an answer for that. --- After we got home I lay in my bed thinking. What was I going to do about this? If I kept taking over Laverne's mind when she was awake she would start to question her sanity, or maybe consult a doctor. Was this sort of ability known to doctors? I had stopped taking over Marie's waking mind when she complained about the blackouts, switching to doing it after she had gone to bed. That way when she woke up in the morning she wouldn't think she had lost any time. That night I steeled myself, readying my mind as if it were my body preparing for a sprint. I envisioned Laverne lying in her bed... The wrenching feeling came again, but no stretching sensation this time! I had done it! Female me sat up in Laverne's bed, naked as a jaybird as the cover fell from her large breasts. She thought about masturbating but really wanted to fuck. Then I had an idea. Female me got up and put on a long coat and sneakers. She left Laverne's house and started jogging, which was kind of uncomfortable with her bra-less boobs bouncing about. It only took a few minutes and then she was in our back yard, looking up at my window. She looked around, piling up enough yard stuff to enable her to see in my window. Once she saw me on the bed my consciousness split again, and I opened the window and helped my lover in, as quiet as we could be. Female me dropped the long coat to the floor. I had her keep the sneakers on. She got on all fours on my bed and I got behind her. I had to bump her clit with my cock head a bit, but within a minute or so she was wet enough to enter. We groaned as my hard cock pierced her labia. The feeling of not quite enough lubrication was a combination of discomfort and pleasure mixed as I pushed harder. I withdrew partway and then pushed in again, getting further as her wetness spread around my cock. Once I was fully inside my lover's very hot pussy I pulled back a bit and waited. As her blonde friend had done the other day, she pushed her ass back on my cock, then pulled forward, and then pushed back again. That felt awesome! Not as tight as her little girlfriend, but her pussy felt really hot, temperature-wise, as it pushed and pulled on my cock skin. Pretty soon we were both getting close, female me pushing back on my cock faster and faster. I didn't want it to end yet, though...it was hard work getting her here! As female me started to cum I pulled out. She gave a disappointed groan, as her little friend had, shaking with aborted pleasure. I whispered to her that if she wanted more cock then she would have to earn it. I lay down next to her with my cock in the air and directed her mouth to it. When I had tried this a year ago female me didn't want to do it, as it seemed gay. Now, though, she was extremely turned on and sexually frustrated, needing some cock to fill that void. She tried it again. Grasping my cock, she licked the head, her tongue swirling around it. After a bit of that she took half of it into her mouth as she ran her hand up and down the lower half. I realized as she did this that gay men must be fucking awesome at cocksucking, as they know exactly what feels good for their own cocks. Sure enough, within a few minutes I was raising my hips up, ready to blow. Female me, though, had other ideas. She let go of my cock. I hissed in frustration. She looked at me with smoldering eyes. "You gonna give me what I want now?" Seeing the look in my eyes she climbed onto my lap, facing away from me in a reverse cowgirl position. My cock easily slipped into her sopping wet cunt. She rode me hard and fast. We were both primed and barely any time passed before I started to blow my load inside her, setting off her own orgasm. We weren't as quiet as we should have been. Once I had finished spurting an incredible amount of seed into my oblivious half-sister's unprotected vagina she collapsed back upon me. And then we heard footsteps approaching my door. Female me quickly jumped off my cock and rolled to the side, away from the door, falling to the floor as softly as she could. The door opened and my sister Marie burst in wearing that nightie I loved seeing her in while she had been female me. "Why are you making so much fucking noise...?!" Later on I snickered at her choice of words, but not right then. She stopped upon seeing my hard, cum-covered babymaker as I lay there looking back at her. I hadn't had time to cover it. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of it. "Um...um..." she stammered. "I was whacking off," I said, matter-of-factly. "I'll try to be quieter, okay?" I didn't cover up...this was my room, after all. Marie took one last look at the penis that had impregnated her a year ago. Though she had no memories of the event, the feeling of deja vu was strong. Then she said, "Oh...kay," and quickly left the room, her face flushed. "That was interesting," female me said as her head poked up beside me. --- We managed to get female me back out the window without issue, and she walked home, my cum rolling down her shapely thighs as she went. Once home, female me had another bath to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking, pleasured herself, and then went back to bed. I retrieved my consciousness from her head shortly thereafter. --- On other nights I could only ride in Laverne's head and not control her body. I didn't know what had been different that night when I could, but it was frustrating. I was usually able to nudge her into masturbating, though. Finally, on Friday night I got permission to sleep over at my friend Warren's house. I tried to slip out that night but he woke up and I had to explain that there was this smoking hot chick who wanted to fuck me, but I had to leave right then. He insisted on coming with me, of course. What horny 15-year-old boy wouldn't? We practically ran all the way to Laverne's place. I had Warren hide in the bushes to the side of the house and then went around the back so he wouldn't see me. I pushed my mind into Laverne's and got female me to put on a robe and open the back door. Once she saw me I could again control both our bodies, and then I called Warren in. His eyes just about bugged out at seeing my sexy half-sister practically spilling out of her robe. I made introductions, female me not showing much interest in my friend, and then I told him to have a seat in the living room while she and I adjourned to the bedroom. While female me rode my cock to a mutual orgasm, my buddy Warren spied on us through the bedroom door keyhole. He pulled out his cock and sprayed his cum on the door before we finished, returning to the couch afterward. Female me and I emerged from the bedroom, both of us wondering how I was going to manage leaving since I couldn't keep both bodies under control if we separated. Female me stepped into the pool of Warren's cooling cum that had dripped off of the bedroom door and while she was wiping her feet he called me over. "Dude, I'm sorry," he said, "But she's too fucking hot. You gotta let me fuck her or I'm telling." "What the fuck?" I blurted. "I'm sorry!" he apologized again. "That's the deal." I looked at female me. Could I fuck my best friend? I didn't really have a choice. She dropped her robe and approached Warren. Once again his eyes bugged out, this time over the naked, gorgeous Nubian queen approaching him, her boobs and hips swaying. Now that it was really happening he didn't seem to know what to do. Female me took right over, unzipping and pulling off his pants. His cock, while a little longer than my own, was thinner. I wondered how it would feel inside me. Wait, not inside *me*...inside female me. As she turned around so her back was facing my friend (so she wouldn't have to see his face) I went to the bathroom. Once I was out of sight I made sure to continue controlling her, my consciousness vacating my own body. I looked down my sexy female form at Warren's hard teenage cock below me and then sat down in his lap, rubbing my vaginal lips along his shaft. He gasped. Realizing that this was probably his first time and he was unlikely to last long, I raised myself up and nestled the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I heard him hold his breath, as if he was about to dive into water. I sank down on his cock, the semen I had deposited in Laverne's pussy a few minutes earlier making the penetration easy. Warren moaned. I think I did too. Then I stared to fuck my best friend with my half-sister's pussy. It definitely felt different than when she fucked me, or her boyfriend. Not better or worse; just different. His cock went in and out easily. I could sense he was already close, despite cumming earlier, so I started to slam my pussy down on his cock hard. I wanted to get there as well. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Warren cried out and I felt his cock throb deep inside me, spurting a second load into my half-sister's unprotected depths. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Once I got there my vision split and I was once again one mind in two bodies. I called out that we'd be a little bit cleaning up. Warren grunted, content to lie there. Female me pleasured herself again while she cleaned the copious amounts of cum out of her pussy, once again unknowingly increasing Laverne's chances of getting pregnant. After we were done I awkwardly waited in the hall, telling Warren to hold open the front door while I kept an eye on female me as she got into Laverne's bed. I waited for a couple of minutes after she had closed her eyes, and then quickly and quietly headed out of her house, pulling female me back into my own head and closing the front door as softly as I could. Then we ran. --- When we got back to Warren's house we got in trouble with his mom for slipping out, but we didn't care. We went to bed with smiles on our faces. In the morning I had trouble meeting my friend's eyes. I had had sex with him the previous night! I told him that we couldn't go to Laverne's house anymore, and he couldn't even mention it again, not even to me. He kept asking about it over the next few weeks and eventually I stopped hanging out with him. --- All good things must come to an end, as they say. The next night I was again able to jump into Laverne's mind and control her body while we were both at our separate homes. I realized as I sat up from under her bed covers again that it worked if I took her over while she was sleeping! Unfortunately, that revelation came too late. On her way to my house, only a block away from hers, I felt a fluttering, warm feeling deep inside her midsection. Oh no, I thought, recognizing the feeling I had experienced once before, but not what it meant beyond... My consciousness snapped back into my head. NO! I tried to broadcast myself back into Laverne's body, but I knew it was no use. I tried anyway, again and again, giving myself a migraine. I had lost female me, again. It was over. --- Although my love affair with my mind in my half-sister's body had been more sexual than loving, unlike with my mind in my sister Marie's body, I was still devastated. I spent more and more time in my room than with the rest of the family. They recognized the same symptoms from my funk last year, again thinking that maybe a girlfriend had broken up with me. They weren't far wrong. --- During my depression my sister found that Laverne just up and moved away. We never heard from her again. She asked Laverne's next door neighbors but they only said that prior to her leaving they heard some big guy yelling a lot one night, and then on another night some crazy blonde chick broke one of her windows. --- Eventually I got over my loss, and I enjoyed being the live-in uncle to my niece Stephanie. When I finally learned about how babies were made almost a year later, I realized that I was probably more than that. Yes, with the amount of sperm I had pumped into my sister's reproductive system without protection for weeks prior to her getting pregnant, it was pretty much a sure thing. Marie, a teenaged single mom, was unable to find a new boyfriend so Steph spent her first few years thinking that I was her dad, which was fine by me, not to mention true. --- When Stephanie turned 14, though...well, that's another story. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected])

This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- Spirited (MF, mf, Hf, F-solo, Mh, 1st, anal, best, cons, inc, magic, oral, parody, impreg, reluc) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- 16-year-old Heather fumed in the back seat of her parents' car. This had been their second day of traveling across the American Midwest, heading to their new home, and she was bored stiff. Even worse, it seemed that her dad had gotten them lost trying to find the world's largest ball of twine or something. "I think it's just around the bend," he said for what she estimated was the dozenth time in the last hour. Heather sighed. The dirt road they had been following ended at an old wooden passenger bridge. There looked to be a small town on the other side, though it was difficult to make out details in the summer haze. Her dad parked the car to the side of the bridge entrance and he, his wife, and Heather got out to stretch their legs. "I'm just going to have a look on the other side," her dad said, and Heather's mom followed him as he started across the bridge. "Hey!" Heather called after them. She didn't like this place, and didn't want to leave the car. Finally, after they got about halfway across the bridge she hurried to join them. Across the bridge was an old-timey Western town with a dirt street, wooden sidewalks and old wooden buildings. However, there seemed to be no one around. "Hellooo..." Heather's mom called out. The susurrus of the wind was the only reply. They looked in a couple of shops. Still no one. Then Heather's dad stopped, pointing a building out to his wife. Heather's mom called to her, "Oh, Heather, go have a look around town, will you? Your dad and I will be checking out this store for a few minutes." Heather gave the store a glance but it looked weird inside, with mannequins wearing tight-fitting leather clothing and feather boas. There were also whips on the walls. She had no interest in that, and so kept walking up the street as her mother suggested. Her mother and father entered the old Western sex shop and perused the wares with interest. Leather chaps, whips, and... "Hey, check this out!" Heather's dad said. Heather's mom had a look. There was a small alcove with a small hole at about hip height in the wall and handles around it. Looking through the hole she could see another room. With a little searching they found the other side of that hole through another door. Heather's dad gave his wife a wink. "Shall we?" --- Heather ambled up the street, then turned and walked through swinging doors into what seemed to be a saloon, but again there was no one around. She sat down for a while at the piano and plinked some keys. After a few minutes she left and continued up the street. --- "Ready?" Heather's dad called from the other side. Heather's mom had pulled her shorts down and was waiting. "Yep!" she called back. Heather's dad, similarly de-pantsed, pushed his hard cock through the hole in the wall. Immediately he felt a mouth surrounding it, sucking. In the dark alcove, Heather's mom saw something poke through the hole and she turned around to guide it into her wet pussy. As she backed up onto it, she wondered only for a moment why her husband's cock felt different than normal, but as it started to thrust into her all rational thought disappeared from her mind. --- Heather was almost at the end of the street when she noticed the stately manor. Oil gas lamps started to light around the property and she realized that it was getting dark, but hadn't it just been early afternoon? A white stallion trotted around the side of the building, slowing as it spied her. She stared at it, agape. It was so beautiful! It approached her tentatively. She reached out her hand and it sniffed her. Visibly relaxing, it came forward and she caressed its nose. Then a chill wind picked up, hitting her back. She turned and noticed that the street was almost dark now. "You have to get out of here!" a voice said from behind her. She turned and there was a Native American boy about her age standing there, wearing clothing that looked right out of an old Western movie, right down to the headband and moccasins. Where did the horse go? "Where did you come from?" she asked. He repeated, "Go! Now!" He was so serious and his tone so insistent that Heather turned and ran. She rushed into the weird shop that her parents had gone into but she didn't see them. She heard grunting around the corner. There she found a monster, a horrendous caricature of a woman with no eyes or nose...just a huge slavering mouth, drooling as it slammed its naked backside against the wall again and again. "Uh...uh...uh..." it grunted, over and over. Heather screamed and ran out of the shop. Other gas lamps were lit along the street now, and it was very dark. She ran toward the foot bridge...maybe her parents had gone back to the car? The bridge was gone, and the ravine it had traversed was too deep to cross without it. She could hear the rush of a raging river below. Where had the bridge gone? "Too late." Heather turned and the boy was there again, looking sad. "What's going on?" she cried. Looking further up the street, she noticed movement. Were there other people now? "Quickly...this way," the boy said, pulling her into a space between two buildings. He was very strong, and this close she also realized he was kind of cute, and smelled nice. He took her wrist and held her hand up between them. She could see him through it, as if she wasn't fully there! "What...what...?" she stammered. "You need spirit essence," he replied. "You have to trust me...kneel down and close your eyes." "I will not!" she retorted. She was young but not naive. He showed her her hand again. It seemed even more ephemeral! "You will fade away to nothing if you don't do what I say." She got down on her knees in the dirt and closed her eyes. She felt sick, like when you know you're about to throw up, but nothing seemed to be coming up. She could hear the boy doing something...she heard a regular, repetitive slapping pattern. She was about to open her eyes, when... "Open your mouth!" She did so without thinking and a hot wetness splashed into her mouth. "You have to swallow! Do it or you're finished!" She opened her eyes to see the boy's cock pointed between her lips, blasting his cum onto her tongue. Feeling faint, she gave up and swallowed, as commanded. She instantly felt better. The last few spurts hit her lips and she used her tongue to gather and swallow that as well. She had never tasted semen before...it was salty! She looked at her hand and it was opaque again. His cum did that? He pulled his pants back up and held out his hand, helping her to her feet. "You're trapped here now...I'm sorry," he said. "Come with me." Heather followed the boy, who introduced himself as Johano, around the back of the manor house and to the stable there. He hid her under some straw and told her that he would be back later, as he had duties to perform. She stayed there, trusting him, and cried herself to sleep. --- When she woke Johano had not returned but it was light out. She went around the back of the buildings, keeping to the shadows, looking at the strange people as they went about their day. There was a being that seemed to be half man, half horse -- a centaur, she remembered from her mythology -- trotting up the street. There was also a dark blotch of...something...resembling three dogs glued together going the other way. What was this place? A hand touched her shoulder and she almost screeched. It was Johano, motioning her to be silent. They returned to the stable. "What is this place?" she asked him. "Where are my parents?" He looked dour. "Your parents were captured by trapper spirits, employed by the lady of the manor. They have been transformed and become beasts in her menagerie." She looked horrified. "Then...that creature I saw in the shop...was my mother?" She recalled now that, even though there had only been a huge mouth on her face, the creature had her mother's hair. "Yes. You are now trapped in the spirit world. As an untransformed living being, you will need to absorb spirit essence regularly so that you do not fade away." She put on a sour face. "You mean I need to swallow your...um..." He shook his head. "Your digestive processes break the essence down too quickly. You will need to use another method to absorb it more effectively." She looked at him, horrified. "You mean...?" "Look at your hand." She did. It was fading again. "Remove your clothing." Johano was already doing likewise. She stared at her hand for only a moment more before she started taking her clothes off. "I've...I've never..." Johano gave her a reassuring smile. "I will be gentle." Then he pushed her back onto the straw and moved his mouth down between her thighs. "Oh!" Heather gasped at her first experience with cunnilingus. Johano seemed to be pretty knowledgeable for a teenager, and she was soon gasping in pleasure. Then he moved up her body and she felt insistent pressure between her legs. She tensed up, but the boy had done a good job down there and she felt him making headway. "Oh!" she gasped. Then he paused, pushed hard, and she felt a sharp pain down there. "Ahh!" she cried out. Johano held himself still so she could get accustomed to his invading member, though he was only halfway inside her. Then she looked at her hand again...she was fading fast! "Quickly..." she urged him, and he started to move inside her. The pain faded to a burning sensation deep inside her. Then it began to feel almost pleasurable, and then... "Unghh..." Johano moaned, and Heather felt a throbbing deep inside her. She instantly felt better, not realizing through the haze of pleasurable sex that she had been feeling sick again. Johano carefully extracted his cock from her previously virginal insides. He used the head of it to push a couple of rivulets of cum that were trickling out of her vagina back inside. Heather suddenly realized the danger she was in. "I could get pregnant!" she whined. "No, I am a spirit. I do not live, and therefore do not produce living sperm." He was pulling his pants back up, looking an awful lot like a living young man. "Really?" She was hopeful. His smile told her everything she needed to know. --- Heather found that she didn't need to eat in the spirit world, though she would have to have sex with the boy at least once a day. She started to enjoy it, so she convinced him to do it with her a couple more times that day. After another night of this he came to her in the morning, saying, "The lady of the manor is sending me on a mission. I will be away for several days and you cannot accompany me. I am afraid you will need to apply for a job at the manor and to obtain essence from the staff and clientele as necessary. I am sorry." Heather was beside herself. She had to have sex with other people, now that she was just getting used to doing it with him? Johano apologized again, but had to leave. She kissed him goodbye, which seemed to surprise him. He rounded the house and was gone. She heard receding hoofbeats. She approached the back door. Maybe she could assist the cook with kitchen prep? Then she realized that if she didn't need to eat then most likely nobody else here did. She knocked. The door opened. "Who are you?" asked a pretty young woman with dark hair. "Um, I'm Heather..." she replied, "I need a job." --- The young woman escorted Heather up the main staircase and then up a side stairwell to the top floor. There she stayed behind, motioning Heather to go to the ornate double doors at the far end of the hall. Heather knocked. "Come in!" said an authoritative female voice. Heather entered carefully. Facing away from her was a tall, full-figured older woman behind a desk. The woman turned, revealing handsome features and a large chest within her tight blouse. "You want a job, eh?" The woman had an appraising gaze. "I...yes, ma'am..." The woman gestured, and a massage table flipped out from a side wall. "You will address me as Lady. Show me how good you are with your hands." The woman removed her blouse, revealing large, pale breasts that made Heather jealous, and lay face down on the table. Heather had learned to massage her mother's shoulders years ago. She started there. "Hm, not bad, dearie," the lady murmured. Heather continued to work, moving down the woman's pale back until she got close to the belt of her skirt, and then she moved back up, focusing on the shoulder blades. The lady turned over. "Well?" she said when Heather paused. Heather started from the shoulders again, moving down and to the sides of those large breasts. Then she moved down to the woman's stomach and did as much as she could for those muscles. All that was left was... "Get right in there, dearie." Taking a deep breath, Heather took a hold of those huge boobs and massaged them. The lady's eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. When Heather was done massaging the lady's breasts she looked down the table. The lady had removed her skirt while Heather was distracted, but... There was a hard cock protruding from the lady's groin! Heather stepped back. "Keep working!" the lady commanded. Heather hesitated only a moment and then started to massage the lady's legs, keeping an eye on that bobbing penis as if it was a venomous snake. After a few minutes she finished massaging the lady's legs and feet. "Time for the happy ending," said the lady with a smile. Just then Heather started to feel faint and sick. It was happening again! She needed spirit essence! She grabbed the lady's cock and put it into her mouth, licking and sucking. "Hmm...not very good at that, are you? Climb on top and take care of it the natural way," urged the lady. Heather moved to the side, examining the woman's masculine-looking testicles. "Um...Lady...may I ask, are you a spirit?" The woman laughed. "Doubly so! Afraid I'm going to put a bun in your oven, girlie? Well, we spirits only look alive...our sexual physicality is only shadows...or memory, depending on the spirit." Sighing, Heather removed her shorts and underwear and clambered onto the massage table. She didn't want to see the older woman's face for this, so turned toward her feet instead. She reached down and directed the lady's penis to her recently deflowered pussy. The cock was only a little larger than Johano's so she was able to get the tip in with relative ease. Then she pushed down and realized that her pussy was very wet. The massage had actually been quite the turn-on for her, and so she was able to get all of the lady's cock inside her without much trouble. She heard the lady moan in pleasure and Heather took a moment to get used to the fullness inside her. Then she started to feel sick again and realized that she had to move quickly. She got into a squatting position and started to lift and drop as fast as she could onto that cock. She didn't want to fade away! Faster, faster...her leg muscles were starting to rebel; they weren't used to this. She looked down at the lady's balls and gave them a tickle and a small squeeze. "Oh shit!" the lady exclaimed, and Heather felt the cock throb inside her. She continued to slam her pussy down onto that ejaculating dick, urging as much of the woman's essence to go inside her as possible. Soon she was exhausted, and sank forward. "Urghh..." she gurgled. --- Avanyu, the girl that had let her into the house, was called to set Heather up with a cot and proper clothes as an employee of the manor, which was actually a massage parlor. She was given an old timey Western dress with a corset, except the skirt had snaps so it could be quickly removed, and no underwear. Classy. Heather liked Avanyu, who revealed that she used to be living person 150 years ago but when she died she came to the manor instead of going on to the afterlife. She wasn't sure why that had happened, but she had made the most of it. --- Heather's first client seemed to be a large, green hairy ape. He was very intimidating, but wasn't violent so she ushered him into her private massage room and started on his back (the massage table seemed to automatically adjust to the client's size). He didn't smell like a wild animal, which helped. His muscles were tremendous, so she had trouble digging into them, but he grunted in approval. When he turned over his massive cock was ready. "There's no way I can handle that...the natural way," she told him. He looked sympathetic but pointed to it anyway. She took a hold of it and started to masturbate him with both hands. The gorilla lay back with a sigh. It had been a few hours since her last batch of essence. She wasn't feeling sick yet, but figured it would be best to make sure this gorilla's load got inside her. She was getting turned on, but not enough for intercourse with that monster dick! When the gorilla started to grunt she swallowed the head and sucked as much as she could down her throat. Then there was even more and she couldn't keep it all in her mouth. When she was done swallowing she gasped for air and realized that her hands were coated in the stuff, which was also green. She pulled her skirt up to push as much of the warm cum as she could into her vagina. --- "I hear you did well with the gorilla," Avanyu whispered to her from the next cot after they went to bed. "I think the lady was testing you." "Oh," Heather replied. Then she had a thought. "Avanyu? Can you get me into the menagerie?" "You want to fuck one of those things? You could get hurt." "What? Oh, no! I was told my mom and dad are in there." "Oh Heather! I'm so sorry. We'll go at first light." Heather tried to sleep but started to cry. She tried to be quiet but soon Avanyu was climbing into bed with her, holding her as she wept. It took some time but eventually both of them fell asleep. --- Avanyu woke her early, as promised. They crept through the house and down into a dungeon level that Heather hadn't seen before. There was the faint smell of hay and feces. There were cells lining the walls of the hall. Heather looked into each with the light of the lantern Avanyu had brought. There were many fuckbeasts, as Avanyu called them, and the light wasn't very powerful, but she found what had become of her mother alone in one of the cells, her clothes long gone. The mouth that took up her entire face whimpered...her intelligence had obviously been suppressed. "I'll get you out of here, Mom," Heather promised, "And Dad too, when I find him." Where was her dad? --- "Attention staff!" All of the staff gathered in the main hall. The lady was at the top of the foyer stairs, looking down at them. "All here? Good. I have been informed that Cockless has been hanging around. He causes nothing but trouble, so under no circumstances are you to let him into the building! Got it? Good." Then she turned back to her office. "Who's Cockless?" Heather asked Avanyu. "A chaos spirit, shaped like a man, but look for a cock and you won't find one," Avanyu replied matter-of-factly. "Okay then." --- Heather was cleaning the windows that afternoon when she saw movement out in the garden. She paused to look. A shadowed, man-shaped figure seemed to be wandering around as if lost. "Dad?" Heather ran out the manor's side door and rushed to his side. It wasn't her father. The creature, while shaped like a man, seemed to be made of shadows. His face was nearly featureless in the inky blackness of his skin. "Oh! Are you..." Heather looked between the creature's legs and found a human-looking penis there, Caucasian flesh colored, which seemed out of place. "...I guess you're not." The creature raised an arm toward her face in a non-threatening fashion. She let him caress her cheek with his fingers. She got a little thrill at the gentle touch. When she looked between his legs again she saw his cock had gotten hard. It was a nicely shaped one, not too large or small...it seemed...just right... "Oh...um...are you here for a massage? Why don't you come in?" She took his hand and brought him into the manor. Heather wasn't sure if the clientele needed to pay or something, but she knew she was approaching her time to obtain more spirit essence, and this being was obviously some type of spirit. Heather heard someone coming and turned to hide the shadowy creature, but he had disappeared. One of the humanoid armadillo staff passed her by with an odd look, which she had sort of gotten used to by now. She stared back until the staff member went out of sight around a corner. She turned back to where the creature had been to find he was still there! He could turn invisible! "What a neat trick!" she commented. The creature's cock was still hard. "Uh? Uh?" he insisted in a sing-songy voice as he thrust his member at her. "Yeah, come on." Heather ushered him into a private massage room and locked the door. The shadow creature lay back on the table, his cock pointing at a 45 degree angle. Heather went to try to massage him but found his shadowy form didn't seem to have muscles. Then he reached for her skirt and released the snaps. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down. Heather stepped out of her fallen skirt as the shadow creature pointed to his turgid member. "Right to it, huh? Okay..." She climbed up and straddled the creature's hips. She really wanted that cock inside her! She rubbed her pussy lips along the shaft, feeling the heat of it. After a few seconds she rose up and angled the head of it between her labia. She was very wet, so a couple of inches went inside her easily. "Uh? Uh?" The creature thrust his hips up. It felt good as another couple of inches slipped inside her. Heather was quite surprised at how easily she was taking his cock, which was a little larger than the Lady's, both in girth and length. She pulled up a little and then pushed back down, and she managed to take the rest of it. "Oh shittt..." she moaned. It felt incredible. The creature continued to thrust from below, and Heather pushed down and started to grind. The combination worked very well... Heather felt something building from where she could feel that cock inside her. "Oh...ohh...OOOHHHHH!" The feeling intensified, and then an explosion of pleasure radiated out from there, filling her entire body, making her clit and nipples tingle as she orgasmed. "Uhh! Uhh!" she gasped and shook, another orgasm cresting up from the wave of the previous. This was way beyond any pleasure she had given herself masturbating. She continued to grind. "UH! UH!" the creature grunted. Heather felt a warm, throbbing wetness inside her, which set her off again. "Oh fucckkkk..." After she stopped shaking she collapsed forward onto the shadowy figure's chest. She could feel his hands stroking her hair. She tried to talk to the shadow creature but he could only make "Uh? Uh?" noises. After she put her skirt back on she checked the hallway and let him out. He immediately faded from view. "Neat..." she commented to herself with a smile. --- Heather found Avanyu in another massage room and managed to sneak in unseen. Her new friend was bent over the massage table, being fucked hard by what seemed to be a werewolf. Heather's hands snaked under her skirt as she heard them grunt and groan. She managed to make herself cum just as Avanyu turned her head to see her there and smiled. As the werewolf howled and filled up the dark-haired beauty with cum, Heather slipped from the room. --- The next day something big came in and the staff went into a tizzie. Heather heard the receptionist direct the client to the largest room and both she and Avanyu were ordered to attend. The creature was massive and shapeless, filling up most of the thirty foot square room with its grey gelatinous bulk. Heather called out to Avanyu, "You start massaging that side and I'll begin here." Then she pressed her hands into the creature's flesh, kneading. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, but as she moved her hands along its body she realized that she was, in fact, making the flesh relax. After a while her arms started getting tired. Then Avanyu squeaked. "What is it?" Heather called to her. "I think it's a penis!" Heather ran around the side to find a tentacle had separated from the creature's bulk and was pointing at the pretty brunette girl's face. "Oh!" Something poked Heather's behind. Another tentacle had "sprouted" and was nosing about. "I guess we just..." she reached for it. Then four more split off from the creature. Now there were three pointing at each girl! Heather took a hold of the one that had been poking her and examined it. Not that she had much experience with real penises, but the end did seem to be more phallic than, say, an octopus' tentacle, and there was a slit in the end where she figured cum would come out. She decided to name it a "dongacle". She put the dongacle into her mouth and started to suck. As she did so the other five went crazy, thrashing about. Avanyu was knocked to the floor. "Avanyu!" Heather dropped the dongacle and ran to her friend. "I'm okay," the girl informed her. "Hey!" Two of the dongacles were snaking under Avanyu's skirt and a third was heading for her mouth. Heather looked, and sure enough, the other three were also making similar movements toward her. Avanyu grabbed one and started to jack it. Again, the other donagacles went crazy so she had to let go. Also again, once they calmed down they moved toward the girls, one above and two below. Heather had an idea. "I don't think we can do them one at a time, Avanyu. I think we have to do them all at the same time!" Avanyu looked confused. "But how..." And then understanding dawned on her face. "Oh! Oh wow!" Both girls unsnapped their skirts and reached for the dongacles. The creature already knew what it wanted, so one dongacle waited near each of their mouths while they angled the other ones between their legs. Neither girl had done anal before, so they started with those ones. The tips of the dongacles started to secrete a clear liquid, which helped. As the heads started to push into their butts they each assisted another to penetrate their pussy lips. Then they opened their mouths. All six dongacles rushed into their bodies. They weren't large, but Heather's ass rebelled against the unfamiliar intrusion. The one in her pussy felt good, though, so that helped. She sucked on the one in her mouth, making sure to breathe through her nose. Suddenly both girls were raised in the air, impaled. "Mmmff!" they both exclaimed. Then the creature's penises started to thrust in and out. "Nn! Nnhh!" Heather gasped, her mouth still full of dongacle. The feeling of one in her anus and the other in her vagina, with only flesh separating them, felt strange, but also good. She looked over at Avanyu. The girl was sucking as well as she could but her eyes were rolling up into her head. Heather was afraid that she was going to suffocate, but then her friend started to grunt, shaking in pleasure. She was cumming! Then Heather felt all three of the dongacles expand within her. She was ready, and swallowed as best she could as the creature blew its load into her mouth, pussy, and ass at the same time. What an incredible feeling! She had a little orgasm as she was filled up with the spirit's essence. Both girls were lowered reverently to the floor. The dongacles disengaged from them gently. Both young women gasped at the sudden sensation of loss. "For you," Heather heard an older man's soft voice in her head, and she felt something being pressed into her hand. There was a flash of light and the room was empty, save for Avanyu and Heather. Avanyu cried out, "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" And then she started to glow. "What's happening?" Heather asked, moving to her friend. Avanyu's face was serene. "I'm moving on, finally. Don't worry, Heather...your time will come." Then the glow increased and Heather had to shield her eyes as another explosion of light filled the room. When her eyes adjusted, Avanyu was gone. Heather looked in her hand. Inside was a golden cherry. She tucked it into her corset and cried for her friend. --- The next day started quiet. The shadow creature, who she decided to call Inky, had hung around the manor unseen, and Heather and he snuck away so she could obtain another pleasurable injection of essence from his wonderful cock. While her partner was inhuman, she found that she orgasmed quite readily with him inside her. It had only been a few days since she had lost her virginity, so she figured it was because she was getting more comfortable with sex. She couldn't wait for Johano to come back. --- Later in the day she was walking back from the general store with some equipment in a large metal bucket when she heard a horse galloping, coming closer. She waited, and then saw that magnificent white stallion hurtle around the corner, barely slowing for the turn. It raced toward the manor, but she was right in his way! The horse adjusted its trajectory slightly to avoid her and something small and white whizzed past her face. The horse screamed as the flying object stabbed into its flank. He continued to try to run but the damage slowed the beast down tremendously. She could see blood fountaining from the wound. Another small white object raced up the street toward the horse. Heather didn't hesitate, dumping everything out of the metal bucket and moving it into the thing's path. CLANK! The force of the impact threw Heather off her feet. She managed to twist the bucket so that it fell on top of whatever it had stopped. She then threw her body on top of the bucket to keep it there. WHANG! WHANG! Whatever was under there was determined to escape, but without the tremendous amount of inertia it had when it had first hit the bucket, it was trapped. Heather could see the dent created from its initial impact. The horse fell and continued to scream. The noise soon brought out a crowd and then the lady of the manor came out to investigate. "Johano!" she cried, and rushed to the horse. Heather was confused. "What!?" The lady took a hold of something in the horse's flank and pulled it out, crushing it. She then managed to calm the beast and it shimmered, shrinking into the prone form of the boy Johano. "Take him to the doctor," she commanded her entourage. She then approached Heather. "Move," she said. Heather clambered off of the bucket. The lady lifted it slightly and then grabbed the white thing as it tried to escape. She held it out for Heather to see. It was... "A dick?" Heather said incredulously. "Hmp," the lady said, and crushed it. "A message." As the crushed object floated to the ground Heather realized that it had been paper in the shape of a penis, though with a nasty pointed end. Some sort of origami? Johano! She ran to the manor. --- The doctor was actually a witch doctor, which made sense; no need for a medical doctor when it came to spirits. After dancing about Johano's unconscious body he declared that the boy was going to die. Heather stifled her scream. No! It couldn't be! She saw movement in the shadows. Inky was there, motioning downward along its chest and then pointing toward her. What was he--? Then she remembered the golden cherry she had been keeping hidden in her cleavage. She brought it out and stepped toward Johano. "Where did you get that!?" the lady demanded. "I'm sorry," Heather replied. "From the huge blob spirit yesterday. Will it help Johano?" The witch doctor took the cherry and placed it into the boy's mouth, forcing him to chew. After a moment there was a bright flash of light where he had been pierced. The witch doctor examined there. "Hurt healed...poison damage...won't wake up," he rasped. "My brother has a lot to answer for," the lady said. --- The lady brought Heather to her office. "I need you to go to my brother and ask him for a way to heal Johano. I know you care for the boy, as do I." Heather was hopeful. "Will you free me and my parents if I do this?" "You push your luck, girl! I..." she softened, "...will give you a chance to free them." --- Heather changed back into her t-shirt and shorts and was put into the lady's horseless and driverless stage coach with specific instructions, "Tell my brother that if he will forgive me my trespasses I will welcome him back with open arms." The lady looked embarrassed so Heather had not asked for details. As the coach rumbled off, away from the town and her parents, Inky appeared in the seat across from her. "Uh? Uh?" he groaned, his hard cock pointing at her. Well, at least I won't be bored, Heather thought, pulling down her shorts and undies. --- It took the better part of a day to reach their destination. Inky had supplied her with two hot loads of spirit essence during the trip, and she was feeling quite relaxed. As the coach stopped, Inky faded from view again. Heather got out to find herself in front of a small cottage, the complete opposite of what she had expected for the lady's brother. She went up to knock on the door. The door opened just before she connected with it. Before her was the spitting image of the lady, except with male features. Were they fraternal twins? "Come in, dearie," the man said. "You can call me Uncle. Your friend can come in too." Inky reappeared and followed Heather inside. --- Uncle sat them down on comfortable chairs. "Lady and I started the massage parlor together. She ran the business and I was the idea man. She eventually pushed me out of the company, but I continued to innovate. I came up with a line of massage oils that would double the clientele's pleasure and I offered them in exchange for taking me back. She told me to go away, but soon sent her horse spirit to try to steal my oils." "His name is Johano," Heather said tersely. "Johano," Uncle repeated to himself. "He's hurt." Heather recited the lady's offer to Uncle. "Will you also help Johano?" Uncle's eyes widened. "He still exists? If he was injured by my poison pricks then he should have been finished off by now." Heather explained about the blob spirit and the golden cherry. Uncle listened very intently. Finally he got up. "All right, I will go to the manor, heal the...Johano...and patch things up with my sister-brother. But first, you will do something for me." He unbuttoned his shirt and lay on his front on the couch. Heather sighed...men...and started to work on his shoulders. After she finished with his back he turned over. She massaged his well defined, manly chest, and then started to pull his pants down. She found a vagina. "What...what?" She thought about it a moment, and then realized it made sense. The lady had a female body but male genitals, and her brother had the opposite. But she had never done anything with a vagina before! "Uh? Uh?" Inky came forward, his hard cock at the ready. "Is this okay?" Heather asked, making way for Inky. "Hmm...why not?" Uncle said, parting his legs to allow the shadow creature access to his pussy. Inky pushed his cock inside Uncle's vagina and started to thrust. It was odd to hear a man's voice responding to being penetrated vaginally, but Heather was already turned on from massaging Uncle's manly chest. She felt left out and reached into her shorts to play with her clit. "Unh...climb on my face...oh..." Uncle said. Heather pulled her shorts and underwear down and did just that. Uncle was distracted by Inky fucking him, but he managed to bring Heather to an orgasm with his tongue before he himself came around Inky's dick. She then heard Inky grunt, filling Uncle up with his cum. As the visitors got off of him, Uncle looked down at the semen dripping from his vagina. "Interesting...this creature is named Inky?" "Well, that's what I call him," she replied as she pulled her shorts back on. "He can't speak, so I don't know what his real name is." Uncle pulled his own pants back up. "And you, a living girl, have been having sex with him?" Heather sat back down on a chair. "Yes...I need spirit essence or I'll fade away. Why do you ask?" Uncle looked thoughtful. "Never mind...'any port in a storm', as they say." --- They stayed the night. Despite the seemingly small cottage, there was a guest room. Inky was up for another round of sex before he and Heather fell asleep in each other's arms. --- The return trip took a while but Uncle regaled them with tales of the manor in its heyday. They laughed at some of the antics the staff had to deal with way back when, such as when a strange spirit had had a bad reaction to a new massage oil Uncle was testing and vomited over half the staff. Heather had grown to like the strange man, and was willing to forgive him if only he would heal Johano. --- They arrived at the manor to find the entire staff outside to receive them. Uncle disembarked and approached his sibling. "Sister-Brother," he addressed her. "Brother-Sister," she responded. They looked at each other for a moment, and then stepped forward to embrace each other. Both started to cry. Heather waited as long as she could stand. "Please help Johano!" she pleaded. Uncle winked at her and then dashed inside with the leather bound kit he had brought. The lady looked at Heather appraisingly. "Well, dearie, I promised you a chance to free yourself and your family. Come with me to the menagerie." They entered the manor and went down the steps into the dungeon level. "If you can find both of your parents then I will free all of you. If you cannot, then you will stay with us forever." The lady stood aside, looking smug. Heather was able to find her mother in the same cell as before, but again she could not find her father. She continued to look, but the other male fuckbeasts just didn't look like him at all. Just then Uncle came down the stairs. "What's going on here?" Heather rushed to him. "Johano...?" He held her reassuringly. "He's fine...should be with us shortly." He addressed his sister-brother, "I asked what's happening." The lady repeated her conditions. Uncle looked dour. He looked around and spied Inky in the shadows. "Come here, Inky." The lady then saw Inky and was indignant. "What's Cockless doing here? I gave strict instructions that he not be allowed in!" Heather was surprised. "That's Cockless? But he has a cock!" Sure enough, the referenced appendage swayed between the creature's legs as he tentatively came forward. Uncle locked Cockless with his gaze. "It's time." Cockless looked sheepish, but then he extended his arms and legs and stretched himself as wide as he could. He bulged outward from his chest. Right as he seemed he would rip in half, a man-shaped form burst out of him, cock first, and fell to the floor. "Dad!" Heather rushed to her father's side. He was still a fuckbeast but she recognized his hair, and his mouth was the same, even huge and distended as it was. Uncle spoke, "She's found her parents, sister-brother. Honor your agreement." "Fine, fine," the lady responded. Heather's mind was agog. "Wait...so how was my father inside Inky, er, Cockless?" "Cockless has no penis of his own," explained Uncle. "He must have somehow absorbed your father and used his." Heather looked stricken. "Then...I've been having sex with..." "Your father's penis, yes. I'm sorry, child, but once I figured it out it was too late, and you still needed Cockless' spirit essence that was mixed with your father's semen so that you wouldn't fade away." Uncle looked sad. Heather looked down at her father's penis. Yes, that was the cock that she had loved inside her, that she had orgasmed around so many times. She felt sick. Sick! She looked at her hand...it was starting to fade away! No! Not after all this! Uncle picked her up and rushed her to the infirmary. Johano was there, rising to a sitting position. When he saw Heather's translucent state he jumped to his feet. Uncle lay her down on the bed and then left the room. Johano quickly removed their clothing and thrust himself inside of her. The sex had to be quick to keep her from fading away so it was frantic and forceful. Still, she came as she felt his cum splashing inside her. Immediately her body firmed up and she felt better. As they lay there, her head against his strong shoulder, Johano put his hand on her stomach. "Life," he said, wonderingly. She sat up. "What!? You said you didn't have sperm!" "I don't." Then she realized. She'd been unknowingly having unprotected sex with her father's penis for days. While she had obtained spirit essence from Cockless, she had also received loads of incestuous sperm as well! "Oh God..." she moaned. --- Heather and her parents, the latter two still fuckbeasts, waited outside the manor. Heather kissed Johano. "Are you sure you can't come with us?" she asked again. He held her hand against his cheek "I cannot, but I will never forget you, Heather. Be safe." Heather turned to Uncle and the lady. "I'm so very sorry, dearie," the lady said, "I didn't realize your father had escaped the menagerie. I really thought he was still down there. I'll have my guards severely punished for keeping that from me." "It's...alright. Please don't be hard on them." She looked around, spying Cockless in the shadows to the side of the manor. She gave him a smile and a wave. He paused, but returned the wave. She turned back to the siblings. "Goodbye Uncle..." Then she smiled mischievously. "Bye Auntie!" The lady looked indignant. "Auntie!?" Heather led her parents back to the passenger bridge at the end of town. This time it was there, and they crossed. As they stepped across the midpoint of the bridge, her fuckbeast parents shimmered and then they were themselves again, their clothing intact, as if nothing had happened. They continued to walk. "Did you have fun, Heather?" her mother asked. "Mom!" Heather rushed into her arms, crying. "Hey, what's all this?" asked her father. Heather sniffled, looking at him. "I just...missed you guys." Her father looked confused. "We weren't in that shop for very long." Her mother made a face. "No, not very long at all, Mr. Short Fuse." "Hey now..." Smiling, Heather and her parents made their way back to the car. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]).